Chasing His Muse

The next morning I was feeling refresh, already showered, and made coffee.

“Morning Brenton,” I whispered in his ear and kissed down to his naked back. He opened his eyes and turned to face me. “Morning beautiful.” He sat up and took his coffee, from my hand.

He was drinking it slowly, taking me in his embrace. “You smell good love. I miss our shower time together.” He licked my neck, making me giggle.

“Brenton, I’ve decided that I’ll move in with you. I’m going all the way with you here.” I grinned at him, as he choked on his coffee.

“Fuck! Hot! Coffee hot! Damn. You should take my coffee before you got me all excited Nikki.” But he held me tighter and gave me a big fat kiss.

He was beyond excited, and we went to my place right away and packed all the small stuff and moved it to his.

I decided until the house is sold, I’m just going to leave the rest of my stuff there, and then I would move it to a smaller apartment, or a storage unit. I’m still not sure. I had already talked to Ian, and he had given me some alternatives. He was also glad to hear that I started ballet again. He said that Regan kept him updated with my activities, but was very pleased that I called him up.

I still couldn’t believe that I got myself back on track this fast. I couldn’t believe that I was more and more of myself now.

Brenton dropped me off this morning to have coffee with Regan, he stayed for a cup then decided to let us have our girl talk and went to visit his parents.

I was on my way from the coffee shop to my ballet class. I could feel like someone was watching me. I looked back but there were too many people talking and walking. Maybe I was just being paranoid.

I got to Marco’s class and was shuffling through my workout bag.

That was when I knew I was not being paranoid. There was a note in my bag.

Stay away from him bitch

He’s mine and mine only

You belong in a loony bin

You stay away from him

Or I’ll take you back there

It’ll only take a couple of pills© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

He won’t believe you

Nobody will

Once a loser always is

Better watch you back bitch!

Cause I’m watching you

I went pale right away. My hands were trembling. My legs gave up on me, as I dropped to the floor. Marco saw me. He came to me immediately.

“Nico, are you okay? What’s this?” He grabbed the note and read it.

“Damn Nicolette, where did you get this?” He asked, and I pointed to my bag. I was speechless, I was crying again. I was building up my wall again. And backed myself to the wall and hugged myself crying.

“Shit! Nico, talk to me.” He looked frustrated but I couldn’t hear him, just like I used to do when I was in the loony bin. I would tune out everyone. I would look at them but said nothing. No one except Brenton.

“Brenton.” That was all I managed to say to Marco. But he got me, he went through my purse for my phone and started calling Brenton.

“Brenton it’s Marco, you should come to the studio. It’s Nicolette. Just come here, hurry. No, she’s with me. But she’s shutting down. Shit Man! I’ve never seen this side of her. It scares me. Just hurry okay. Fuck! Yes okay, see you.” He hung up and tried to pull me in for a hug and I let him rocked me but I kept on crying.

I didn’t know how long after, I finally heard Brenton calling out for Marco, he let me go to get him. Then I could feel Brenton’s warm embrace. As he took my chin and forced me to look at him.

“Nikki baby, look at me. Listen to my voice. I’m here love. I’m not going anywhere. You’re not going anywhere. Whatever it is, we’re handling it together. You’re not alone.” He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead. Then he kissed me passionately opening my mouth, forcing me to feel his love for me. Until I finally stopped sobbing and looked at him.

He helped me up and seated me on the chair and kept on holding me in his embrace. “Thank you for calling me, Marco. What happened?” He asked Marco, then he gave Brenton the note.

“Fuck! It’s fucking Marcie. It’s her handwriting, I knew it.” He muttered.

“Look baby I’m going to call my lawyer for five minutes just outside this room, you’ll be able to see me.” He told me as he kissed my cheek.

“Marco, could you hug her for me just a couple of minutes? I’m gonna make some calls.” He asked Marco, he nodded and quickly held me in his embrace. Kissing my forehead.

Minutes later he was back in the room as promised. “Come, Nicolette, everything is taken care of, I’ve notified my lawyer and he’s going to come and meet us at our place with for some paperwork we’re putting Marcie a restraining order against you, against us. We just have to give them this note and he’ll take care of the rest.” He explained to me, then he thanked Marco again for calling him and said that he would be in touch with him.

Marco gave me one last hug and we left for our place. I heard he mentioned that. Our place. I entwined my hand with his “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry that I’m not strong enough for you.” He looked at me and pulled the car over and stop.

“Nicolette, you’re not weak. You are strong. If you’re willing to get Marco to call me, to call for help then you are strong. We can do this Nikki. I believe in you.” He lowered his head and kissed me deeply and didn’t stop until I was moaning his name.

We got to our place ten minutes later. There were already some people there, he told me to go to the bedroom.

“I’m getting the locks changed, just in case. Why don’t you go shower? and we’ll wait for my lawyer to arrive. Wait, let me come with you and check the bedroom.” He walked with me, making sure everything as it seemed. Then he let me go to shower as he attended the handyman upfront to changed the locks.

We met with his lawyer and he made sure that everything would be okay, and there shouldn’t be anything to worry about. But he still advised me to take Brenton everywhere at least until Marcie got the message.

He left not long after and now we have long curtains on our windows. “I’m so sorry about the curtains. This space is much better without the curtains.” I muttered to him.

“Nikki, I’m much better with you in my life. So curtains I don’t really give a fuck. You, on the other hand, I miss fucking you.” I laughed at him. He could always make me laughed.

“Thank you, Brenton, again you always know what to say to me. And I love you too babe.” I kissed him and cuddled in closer to him, inhaling his scent and closing my eyes.