Xander Barns: Always Wanted Forever Part 37

I leaned over my area on the table, looking down in the dark at the spot where there was supposed to be food. I reached down with one finger and it collided into a soft circular surface.

"Bread!" I screeched. I patted the top and then traveled around it. I bend over the plate and took a giant whiff. A meaty smell overtook me, making me happy. "It's a f.u.c.king hamburger!"

I patted the rest of the plate and sure enough, there were chunky fries resting beside it. "And fries!"

"Congratulations." Xander muttered, sounding unimpressed.

"Hey, how would you feel if your first meal out of the joint was a hamburger and fries? I've been eating s.h.i.t food for the last three weeks!" I yelled, grabbing my burger, opening it up and making sure the condiments were to my liking. There was lettuce and ketchup on it.

My kind of burger, just the way I f.u.c.king liked to eat them.

"The joint?" Eugene stuttered, apprehensively.

Xander laughed him off. "She has trouble with words Eugene, she meant diet. Right Marisa, you've been on a diet for three weeks and you're finally having that burger you've been craving for almost a month?"

I eyed their direction warily. What was going on? Every time Eugene got a little freaked out by what I said, even though I swore like a sailor, my story was quickly changed to accommodate his distress.

For the second time too.

I'd answer the way Xander wanted, for now. But I was going to get some answers later.

"That's right, a diet. I'm f.u.c.king starving. All I've been eating is salad this past month." I explained.

"I see." Eugene said, anxiety free.

"Anyways, no more talking from me, I'm digging in." I said, picking up my burger and taking a giant bite. I almost fainted from the first bite. It hit every taste bud in my mouth, it was that good.

Makes me want to cry it's so yummy.

"Hey, you've got some explaining to do." I b.u.mped my shoulder into Xander's on our way back to his building from the restaurant. After eating the most delicious, well deserved, long time coming, hamburger, dinner came to an end and Eugene bid his farewell first. Xander paid the bill by telling them to charge it to his account and we left shortly after Eugene did. I didn't even know what the guy looked like. He was a strange guy, laughing loudly one minute, then the next second all serious.

He knew some strange people, me included.

I was strange, I knew it and he knew it too.

But you know what, I was proud of it.

"Eugene is a private man." Xander explained. "You'd do well to take note of that for yourself. Keep the fact that you've spent three weeks in prison to yourself. Most people won't be as forgiving as I was. They'll look at you as a felon."

"f.u.c.k that s.h.i.t, I'm not happy or proud that I went to prison, but it was only for three weeks." I snapped.

"Thanks to me you were only there for three weeks, could have been much longer." Xander smirked.

"That sentence was a total crock of s.h.i.t, taken completely out of order, exaggerated for no reason." I snapped.

"You scratched a police officer's face off." Xander smirked again.

"That wasn't my fault. He put his face in front of my fingers!" I snapped again.

"Right." Xander said.

My eyes bugged out. "I'm not a felon!"

"Okay, whatever you say, geez the slammer changed you." Xander chuckled.

I scowled at him and slid down the seat so that I was nestled closely to the door, far away from Xander.

"I thought you were cold?" Xander grinned, his fingers dancing towards me along the seat. I slapped them away.

"Don't f.u.c.king touch me b.i.t.c.h, and I'm not cold anymore." I crossed my arms, rubbing my bare goose b.u.mped arms. There was a strong wind tonight and it wasn't a warm one. I came out tonight in only the dress with no cover up. Getting inside the car, Xander offered to warm me. I sat closer than necessary as the car heated.

Now, I knew that was a bad idea.

"Are we going back?" I asked looking out the window as Daniels drove us through downtown Toronto.

"Are we going back home you mean?" Xander smirked.

"You know what I mean." I groaned.

"You're going back home, I have some place I need to be that takes precedence for the rest of the evening." Xander said, taking out his phone.

I snorted. "Oh really, let me guess, one of your side pieces called you up and offered to spread her legs, free of charge?"

Xander rolled his eyes. "Side pieces? I don't call my women that. I prefer ladies in waiting."

My eyes rolled. "Whatever you want to call them, I hope they're getting paid."

"Why would I need to pay to have s.e.x?" Xander scowled.

I shook my head, looking away. "I don't know,"

"Look at me." Xander ordered, grabbing my arm, pulling me around. "Do I look like I need to pay for p.u.s.s.y?"

"Maybe." I smirked. "You are kind of freaky, maybe most women don't like that kind of s.h.i.t."

He c.o.c.ked an eyebrow. "Trust me, there's more than enough women that love doing the things that I do, a long line, baby."

I yanked my arm out of his grasp. "Do whatever the f.u.c.k you want to do with your long lines of f.u.c.ked up women."

"Oh I see," Xander nodded, as if he just understood something. "You're jealous that I'm leaving to spend time with other lucky females."

My jaw dropped. "Jealous?"

"It's okay, I understand, I'd be jealous too that I wasn't going to be able to spend time with me either. You've been without me for over three weeks and now that you've got me right next to you, you don't want to let me go." Xander grinned.

My arm shot up in response and my middle finger jerked upwards, right in his face. "You see that mother f.u.c.ker, you see that?"

He grinned. "It's right in my face, it's kind of hard not to."

"You know what this means? It was means go f.u.c.k yourself with your whole 'I'm jealous' scenario." I hissed.

He c.o.c.ked an eyebrow. "I did,"

"You did what?" I hissed again.

Xander reached out and easily lowered my arm. "As in I did, I had a release before leaving tonight."

"What?" I stared in horror at his hand over my arm and then yanked it out of his grasp. "Get your nasty a.s.s hands off of me!"

"What, you're the one who brought it up." Xander smirked, shaking his head. "Let me explain a few things about a man's need to e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e daily. In my case, I need two or three releases a day, or else."

"Or else what?" I cringed.

"I become angry Xander," he said. "Ever see the movie 'The Shining'?"

"Yeah."

"Then you know now, not to ever deprive me of a well-deserved release." Xander eyed me. "Got it?"

"Okay." I jerked me chin back, confused. Why was he telling me this? If he wanted to do his thing in private without ever telling me about it, I was just fine with that, in fact I preferred that.

He probably thought this was information I needed to know, you know, because I was his eternal servant. "Don't worry boss, you ever get that close to losing it because you haven't spilled your load, I'll have p.o.r.no's ready at your disposal."

I took my phone out of my clutch. "Now what kind of p.o.r.no's did you say you liked jerking off to again?"

I pretended to tap keys on my phone. "Oh how about these, 'Biker Bob and His Panty Fetish' or 'Big Bertha and the Mount c.o.c.kinu Quest', you choose the one's you like, okay?" I grinned at him.

Xander narrowed his eyes at me as he reached inside his pocket. He took out a key and black card and held them out for me. "Take these."

"What are they?" I eyed his open palm.

"This is the key to your condo, and this is the key card for the front entrance." Xander explained, looking out the window. "I'm going out now."

I took the items from him. "Is that code for get out?"

"That's right." he murmured, sullenly.

I snorted, shaking my head. "s.h.i.t, you weren't lying when you said you get cranky when you need a release."

"I'm waiting." Xander muttered, exasperated, eyeing me and the door impatiently.

"Alright, I'm leaving." I smirked. I got out of the car, but before shutting the door, I decided to send him off with a few choice words.

"Remember, when big John wants to shove his hard d.i.c.k up your a.s.s, to spread those cheeks as wide as possible, okay?" I yelled. His jaw dropped and I slammed the door shut, running inside the building before he decided to jump out and seek revenge.

I did that in public.

When I made it inside an elevator, knowing I was safe from his fury, I burst out laughing.

That's what he got for kicking me out of a warm car just so he can go and get his d.i.c.k sucked a few seconds faster.

I couldn't believe that guy. The only good thing about tonight was the burger and that I got a key to the condo.

Hopefully the only key.

Once I was inside my condo, I changed into pyjamas and turned on my laptop, checking Facebook. There were no new comments on my page, probably because everyone thought my page was still inactive. I checked Ben's page and scowled when I saw that he was tagged in some new pictures by 'Reilly'.

"Who the f.u.c.k is this b.i.t.c.h?" I muttered at the screen as I opened the photos. The first photo popped up, it was of 'Reilly' in a light pink tight sleeveless dress with a few other people standing outside a building. One of those people was Ben and his arm was around her waist.

"s.h.i.t." I muttered sadly, not knowing why. He could do whatever he wanted, he was a free man, had been for a while now. I had no right to be p.i.s.sed, even though I was. I shut the lid closed, not caring if I scratched it and turned off the lights, going to sleep.

No more thinking for tonight...I shut my eyes and.....a cloud took me...

"I have to go." I yelled across pathway at them. Dad and Rick quickly waved goodbye, mom looked away.

Whatever.

"You're just going to leave without saying goodbye." Ben said behind me, making me jerk in surprise.

I turned around, facing him, my eyes accusing. "Yeah, I have to get to work you know, my boss is coming back early and I'm sure he has plenty of work for me to do."

"I'm sure." Ben murmured, looking back at me accusingly. The ground began to shake, and Gwen's hedges grew a foot taller, surrounding us completely. After a moment, 'If I never knew you.' began playing again from the hedges.

"Did you do this?" I pointed to the hedges.

He shook his head. "Why would I want to be alone with you, while that song plays?"

I gulped. "Isn't this our song?"

He shook his head again. "It was our song. Not anymore."

My eyes felt watery, I quickly wiped them. "Not anymore, did you ever even like the song?" I yelled hoa.r.s.ely.

"Who said I don't like the song anymore? I love this song." Ben sneered, looking away right as Reilly stepped into his embrace.

"It's our song now." Reilly smirked, leaning in to kiss Ben. They kissed for a few seconds before facing me again. Reilly c.o.c.ked an eyebrow, shaking her head.

"Aren't you pathetic?" She snickered. "He's my man now. He's done with losers like you!"

She turned to Ben, laughing loudly. He joined her, also laughing loudly.

"You really are a loser Marisa!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Always, never forget that, baby."

Tears cascaded down my face all of a sudden. "I'm not a loser!" I yelled at them as they continued to laugh.

"I'm not a loser!" I yelled again as they turned, walking away, his arm around her waist. "I'm not a loser!"