TWISTED FATES BOOK 1: The First Twist

Sammie

I walked into my condo and stepped into the dimly lit living room that looked as gloomy as I felt. Feeling completely numb, I slipped off my shoes and slumped down into the oversized cushions of my dark grey couch. I couldn’t believe what had just happened between Dasha and me. Where did all her animosity come from? Her behavior towards me was completely out of the blue.

I was resolved to restoring whatever rift had been created between me and my BFF, but I knew I needed to give her some time and space to calm down. She needed time to realize that she and I were best friends no matter what, and we shouldn’t let a disagreement, no matter how ridiculous, get between us.

I got up and walked into my kitchen, and grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge. Determined to continue my pity party, I poured myself a glass of chardonnay.

OK, well, maybe a few glasses, but who’s counting.

The sound of my cell receiving a text message broke me from my troubled thoughts.

Maybe Dasha finally calmed down; I sighed out loud.

Much to my dismay, it wasn’t.

My friend Shantahlia had sent me a message. I was going to ignore it. I wasn’t in the mood to be coerced into hitting up some random bar this evening, but something inside me alerted me that I should check out her message.

Hey sweetpea, it looks like a certain douche was keeping secrets. Check out the link I sent, and you call me girl if you need someone to talk to. Kisses and hugs. Shay

Well, now, my curiosity had been piqued.

Shantahlia, Shay as she preferred to be called, sounded like something was seriously going on, so I went ahead and clicked on the YouTube link she sent me.

Damn, can this day just get any fucking better?

Someone posted a video of the WWF Q & A panel they had attended, which just so happened to be precisely where Justin was. But dear Justin was not alone.

Nay Nay.

Sitting next to him was a young platinum blond woman, dressed in an outfit that left nothing to the imagination. She looked like a plastic Barbie, with her overly Botox lips and at least G-sized silicone breasts that were far too large for her petite frame. Apparently, she was a famous actress in the Adult Entertainment industry.

Really people?!

Before you judge, believe it or not, I wasn’t jealous or upset because Justin was with another woman. That was not the issue, my friends.

Nay Nay.

My anger was stemming from the fact that apparently, the woman beside him was his fiancée—a fiancée who had been engaged to him for over a year. The topper was that they were planning on having their wedding nuptials in the following month.

Let’s do the math, shall we?

Justin was engaged to Barbie for over a year, and for the last two months, Justin had been doing the dirty deed with me.

Fuck Me – I was the other woman!

I facepalmed.

Ish.

Well, upside, I guess Justin and I didn’t need to have “the talk” anymore.

Time to cut this toxic chord. I decided to inform Justin that we would no longer be continuing our relationship professional or otherwise. So, I did what any pissed-off, slightly tipsy woman would do – I sent him a not so lovely text.

Hey Babe ... I just wanted to let you know that there’s been a slight change in our upcoming training sessions. THERE WON’T BE ANY – MAYBE YOUR FIANCEE CAN HELP YOU FIND ANOTHER THERAPIST. ASS-HAT WE’RE OFFICIALLY DONE – LOSE MY NUMBER

SAM

After I deleted and blocked Justin’s number, I smiled at the smug satisfaction I felt, knowing that I was not about to be played anymore by some cheating asshole.

Seriously, what a loser.

I texted Shay to thank her for revealing the truth about Justin. I assured her that I was totally OK and not to worry. He was easily replaceable with my trusty vibrator. I let her know that I had had a crazy day and was just going to head to bed early. I was exhausted from the day’s events and realized that I genuinely needed to curl up in my bed and try to forget this shitty day ever happened. And that is just what I did.

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It’s been a couple of months since Dasha and I had our big blowout. I tried calling and texting her a few times but to no avail. The first time I called, my call was hung up on. Then my texts were ignored, and my number was blocked.

Seriously?!!

I was even so desperate to try and patch things up that I tried calling Dasha from other phones so that she wouldn’t recognize that it was me calling.

Her answer to that was to change her phone number.

My last failed attempt was when I drove all the way out to her house, hoping that even if I pleaded with her through her door, she’d still have to hear my words, and hopefully, I would manage to get through to her. Unfortunately, my two-hour drive to Dasha’s house up north was all in vain; her home was put up for sale and empty.

To be honest, I was beginning to feel like a pathetic stalker.

Ish.

Sadly, I recognized that the friendship that was so dear to me, the person that I once regarded as my family, was no more. I didn’t harbor any ill will towards Dasha, despite how she walked away from our friendship. I only hoped that whatever reasons she had, she was at peace with them, even if they were beyond my comprehension. Maybe one day, she’d reach out to me, and I know that I would be there just as we had always been to each other in the past. But somehow, I was doubtful that she would.

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Dasha

I can’t believe I had to put my fucking home up for sale and move out. Although I suppose it did come with a perk. Moving in with my sexy ass man more than makes up for that inconvenience. Thank Goddess, he was so forthcoming with me moving in with him. It only took a few tears, and he was all down for helping his little damsel in distress.

Sucker.

You would have thought that Sammie would have gotten the hint when I wouldn’t take her fucking calls or respond to any of her annoying texts. But when she tried getting a hold of me using other phones, I knew I needed to take more drastic measures. Evidently, the bitch was NOT getting the hint. I mean, really WTF – how many ways does somebody have to make it look like they want you to stay the fuck away from them.

Shit!

Sam should be thankful that I was even that generous with my warning to stay away. I could have easily been a lot harsher, but I figured that I owed her at least some tiny iota of kindness out of respect for Jay. Honestly, I was more than generous with that idiot Sam. I feigned niceties with her while keeping tabs on her, and she took that as genuine kindness. I only needed to keep tabs on her as a lion keeps track of its next meal. Because in a sense, that’s all Sam ever was for me. She was a means to an end, and her vitality was my compensation for tolerating her as long as I did.

The extent of my generosity had run its course during our last encounter. I had hoped to obtain another bit of Sammie’s blood in order to bind her to me so that I would no longer have to deal with her in person, but she pissed me off, and I never got the chance. I guess I’ll just have to have my sycophants keep watch on her now. It won’t be long until I collect what I need from her anyway, so I will stay away for the time being. Nevertheless, Sammie best pray to the Goddess that she stops looking for me because I won’t be so lenient next time. If need be, I can always find another quarry. Sam isn’t that indispensable. The only reason I’ve allowed her to go unscathed is that I have worked too damn hard to get everything I wanted. Granted, it did come at a pretty high price, but my stupid fucking coven couldn’t bind me from the full potency of my powers forever. I would find a way to break their binding spell over me, and then I’ll make sure to pay a visit to those old hags and repay their indignation tenfold. At least they couldn’t undo all my hard work.

I could tolerate living with limited powers ... for now.

Shit, now I’m irritated. I should have never wasted my time thinking about a bunch of stupid bitches. I needed to find a way to blow off some steam.

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The sound of the shower being turned on in the bedroom’s en-suite, a few feet away, infiltrated Dasha’s thoughts. She stood up from the rumpled bed, which still bore the sweet aroma of sex and perspiration. She casually let her red silk camisole nightie slide down her olive-colored sinewy body. Stepping over the rumpled mellifluous material, she strode over to the bathroom’s doorway. She slid open the plexiglass shower door, allowing its occupant to get an eyeful of her naked curvaceous form. Dasha could see that her boyfriend was pleasantly surprised seeing the seductive woman standing before him, being that his exquisite manhood was suddenly standing at attention upon her arrival.

“Hey baby, I thought you were still sleeping, so I didn’t want to wake you.” He greeted her with a childish grin. Her sudden appearance clearly amused him.

“I was.” She purred as she stepped into the shower. “But now I’m famished.”

A devilish smile spread across Dasha’s lips as she slowly knelt in front of him. She eyed his swollen member hungrily, licking her full red lips.

“Guess who’s on the menu?”

She mischievously took hold of his swollen organ and placed it into her welcoming mouth. Her boyfriend was feeling quite enthralled as he gazed down at the bright crimson-haired woman. He watched as she greedily licked and sucked his aching member. He bit down on his lower lip as ecstasy engulfed him. His hands gripped her bright red hair tightly as he closed his eyes, and thrust fervently into her mouth, lost in his fantasies.

For a split second, he felt a sense of Déjà vu.

His wolf stirred again.

Slade felt it too.

“Damn, baby.” He let out a throaty moan. “Your sweet fucking mouth reminds me of Christmas.”