WEAK Part Three: A Thornhill Road Romance by Drew Sinclair Read Free Book Online Page A

door closed and locked. I
nearly had it too, but Vincent was equally determined. The toe of
his Italian leather shoe blocked the door and his thick fingers
pushed through the gap. I shoved as hard as I could to push him out
but he was too big, too strong, and my feet slid slowly but surely
backwards across the bathroom tiles.
    I had to let him in but I wasn't finished
yet. I ran to the shower and jammed the thick Perspex door
shut.
    Vincent entered the bathroom calmly and
locked the door behind him. Despite my evasive tactics I had the
odd feeling of being exactly where he wanted me to be. I've never
been someone to react hysterically to events but Vincent seemed to
have a way of bringing the hysteria out of me.
    I started shrieking at him.
    "You say you aren't a pervert Medici? You say
you weren't on Clarissa's fetish list? I call bullshit. I'm calling
it now. That is just such total bullshit. Look at you - you
can't even fucking control yourself for a half hour at a time."
    "On the contrary Victoria, I am very much in
control right now."
    "Is that your fetish? Control? You get
off on cornering random women in hotel bathrooms so that you can
steal their underwear from them? God you are so fucking
pathetic."
    "You are definitely not a random woman
Victoria. Believe me, you are a very, very specific woman and
that's exactly why we have to talk and that is why we're
here."
    He walked over to the shower door gripped the
handle. I grabbed it from the other side with both hands and leaned
all my weight against it. The feeling of being hunted, pursued and
now truly backed into a corner by specifically this man who
was clearly going out of his mind to fuck me was almost
unbearable.
    "Am I your fantasy fuck Medici? Is that it?
Some kind of girl-next-door jerk off fetish that I happen to tick
all the boxes for?"
    We were very close to each other now, our
faces separated only by the layer Perspex between us which suddenly
didn't feel so thick at all.
    "You definitely tick all the boxes." He said.
"But it's much more specific than that Vicky." He leaned against
door and looked into my eyes. "You are the girl next door."
He said, his voice low and intense.
    I don’t know why but it was enough to make me
let go of the door and back away to the wall behind me, turning on
the damn shower in the process.
    A blast of freezing cold water hit me and I
turned around, fumbling with the unfamiliar controls to turn it
off. I only made it worse and the now steaming hot water began to
rain down, soaking me.
    I felt Vincent's hand on my arm, turning me
around and then pulling me in towards him.
    "You still don’t remember me?" He said. I
looked up into his eyes, those beautiful dark eyes. "Look at me
carefully Victoria. I didn't remember at first either."
    I stared up at him, searching those eyes that
searched me back in turn.
    "I promised you back then all those years ago
I would own these." He reached into my shirt, drew out the panties
and then dropped them to the floor. "You promised to give them to
me but knew that what I really wanted was the girl herself, not
what she was wearing."
    I almost slipped and fell but his strong arms
held me up
    In one heart-stopping moment it had all come
back to me. I recognized him now, I knew who he was and the shock
of recognition made me dizzy.
    I had known him all along.
    "You lived next door to us… on Thornhill
Road… Vincent… but your name wasn't Medici."
    He shook his head.
    "It's my mother's name. My father's name was
Miller."
    "Vincent Miller."
    The bold little boy next door who saved me so
many times, from animals, from falls and from the mean kids in
town. He kept telling me he loved me but he couldn't ever stop
trying to see under my dress as well.
    "You're that crazy little kid." I said,
putting my hand to his face. "That crazy little kid who wouldn’t
leave me alone."
    "You're that clever little kid who was always
getting herself in trouble."
    "You're that dirty little boy who wouldn’t
give