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band--psycho · 3 years

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Harvey Specter x Reader-Pretend Boyfriend (Fake Dating)

My fourth entry for @girl-next-door-writes bingo challenge! I hope you enjoy!

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Third Person POV

“Hey, Harves,” Y/n greeted in a chirpy tone, the sound of her heels clicking against the floor as she sauntered into his office with a huge smile on her face, placing an expensive bottle of single malt whiskey on his desk.

“What do you want ?” Harvey asked, his eyes flicking up from the file for a few seconds, before focusing back on what he was reading.

“Who says I want something?” She said, slightly taken aback by his comment as she sat down in the chair on the other side of his desk. A small chuckle left his lips as he placed the file to the side of the table, examining the bottle that she placed on his desk before his eyes moved to focus properly on her.

“You only ever call me Harves when you want something, plus you’re being outlandishly nice,” he observed, his eyes glancing back to the whiskey bottle.

“I’m always nice!” she corrected with a sweet smile on her face. Her actions only caused Harvey to raise an eyebrow in confusion. He knew she was hiding something, normally he’d be answered with a much wittier comment than ‘I’m always nice,’. The pair sat in silence for a few moments, their eyes burning into eachothers, as they tried to work out who would cave first and break the silence. Y/n was debating whether to give up the sherrade she was clearly failing at portraying whilst Harvey tried to work out what she was hiding from him.

“Fine,” she sighed in defeat, running a hand through her long y/h/c locks.

“My parents are in town and they think I have a boyfriend,” Y/n began, a wave of anxiety washing over her as the words left her lips. She knew this was probably a stupid idea, but it was too late to leave now, she was in the lions den now, trying to leave wasn’t really an option.

“And do you?” Harvey asked, knowing the answer before it even left your lips. He knew damn well that you wouldn’t be here if you did.

“Do you think I’d be here if I did?” Y/n bit back, a hint of frustration in her voice. Harvey couldn’t help but let another small chuckle escape his lips as he looked how flustered Y/n was becoming; in all the years they’d known each other this was the only time he’d ever really seen her this nervous.

“So let me get this straight, you want me to be your boyfriend?” He smirked as the words left his mouth, taking pure pleasure in teasing her.

“Pretend boyfriend, you just have to come for dinner at mine, meet them and then we can go back to our normal lives,” Y/n explained simply, a pondering look came across Harveys face as he processed the words she’d just said.

“Plus you owe me, you all but scared off the last guy I was seeing,”

“I’m your friend, I merely warned him about what would happen if he hurt you, so what?” He defended; the memories of that particular conversation with her ex playing back in his head. Harvey was good at reading people, it was something that he prided himself on and that’s how he knew that that man wasn’t any good for her but he also knew that it was Y/n decision, so he just warned him what would happen if he hurt her, he knew she didn’t have a particularly good history when it came to dating and that last thing he wanted to see was her get hurt because some asshole didn’t know how to treat her.

“So, that means you owe me,” Y/n pointed out with an almost pleading look in her eye. Y/n knew that this was such a bizarre thing to ask, to most people it probably wouldn’t even matter, but she knew better than anyone what her parents were like and if she didn’t have a boyfriend to show them, then the whole evening would just be about why she doesn’t and that it was probably to do with her work. Her parents were lovely people most of the time, but they were quite old fashioned in the sense that they didn’t understand why she’d want to work countless hours during the week when she could be a stay at home wife and no matter how much Y/n explained her reason for doing it, the conversation near enough always ended in an argument and right now Y/n just didn’t want to deal with all of that. Harveys features softened slightly as he looked at her, he could see ther desperation evidently in her y/ec eyes and he hated it, he hated seeing her upset.

“When’s the dinner?” He asked, with a smile on his face, watching as the relief seemed to wash over Y/n.

“Tomorrow at 6,” she answered quickly; hoping that he’d still be able to make it on such short notice.

“It’s a date,” Harvey joked, feeling his heart swell slightly at the sight of her beaming smile. Y/n quickly said her thank yous and left the office, happiness and relief emanating off of her. Harvey eyes followed her out of the room, before meeting Donnas gaze when Y/n vanished from view. Donnas glance said it all, it was a glance she’d given him multiple times in regards to you. A look that screamed, ‘Tell her the goddamn truth.’ Donna like Harvey, could read people very well, she was Donna, there wasn’t a thing she didn’t know. And she knew that they both had feelings for each other. She knew that they both had their reasons for not wanting to admit them, neither of them had a particularly good track record when it came to relationships and neither of them wanted to hurt each other and ruin the friendship that they had built but she was hoping hoping that now, after this dinner, they might actually admit their feelings to one another, and if they didn’t then she might just lock them in a room until they did.

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First Person POV

“So how long have you two been dating” My mum asked, sipping her wine.

“Umm..only a few months,” I answered, mentally cursing myself for stuttering on such a simple answer. Harvey obviously sensed how anxious I was about this and delicately grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers together, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of my hand. I was surprised no one heard my heart beating, that simple action was enough to have it beating like I’d just run a marathon.

“How did you meet?” She asked in a sickly sweet tone.

“At work, we work in the same law firm together,”

“I guess that means you’ll be provided for then” my dad instantly said as soon as the words left my mouth.

“Dad,I can look after myself,” I reminded, making sure that my tone didn’t show any of the annoyance I was currently feeling.

“Nonsense, at your age I’d already had you and your brother,” my mum argued, a flicker of disappointment momentarily clouding her eyes as she looked at me.

“Well I’m focusing on my career, rather than having children,” I answered honestly, only for my dad to scoff at my answer, shaking his head disapprovingly.

“I know you enjoy your job but is it really what you want to spend the rest of your life doing, being a lawyer is a great opportunity but it’s nothing compared to having a family,” he finally said, not meeting my eyes once. I went to say something but before I could he’d already started speaking again, but this time his eyes were on Harvey.

“What do you think on the matter Harvey, surely a respectable man such as yourself would understand that it’s a man's job to provide and a woman's job to stay at home,” as my father said those words I could see the rage flicker in Harveys eyes, as he squeezed my hand harder.

“Y/n is an amazing lawyer, one of the best I’ve ever known, I’d never ask or expect her to give up the career she’s worked her ass of to build,” Harvey answered bluntly, taking a swig of his whiskey.

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Third Person POV

Y/ns parents obviously didn’t like what Harvey had said in regards to Y/n, it was obvious not just in how they looked at him but with how silent they’d grown. Before, it felt like they were playing a game of twenty questions but now, Y/n struggled to get more than a one word answer from them. Harvey felt his heart ache for her, he knew that she loved them that was clear by how hard she was trying to impress them, he could see the sadness in her eyes at their blunt replies. He wanted nothing more than to hold her, to tell her that her parents' view on the world was medieval and outdated but he couldn’t do that with her parents here, so he just squeezed her hand softly, grabbing her attention as his thumb slowly circles onto the back of her hand. A small smile graced her face before she continued to eat the food in front of her. The dinner soon ended and her parents soon left, they couldn’t get out the door fast enough whilst muttering goodbye as they left.

As soon as they left, Y/n let out a huge sigh as she gathered up the empty plates putting them into the sink, Harvey being the gentleman that he was, gathered up all of the empty glasses and placed them into the sink.

“Are you okay?” Harvey asked breaking the silence that’d been engulfing them since her parents left.

“I’m fine, I’m sorry,” Y/n answered, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her.

“Why are you apologising?” The confusion was clear in not only his voice but in his demeanor as well.

“For my parents, I know they’re kind of-

“Medieval,” Harvey finished with a solemn smile on his face, Y/n just nodded at his words, another long sigh escaping her lips.

“It’s late, Harvey you should probably go,” Y/n said, making her way towards the front door. Harvey nodded in agreement, grabbing his coat and putting it on. The closer he walked towards the door, towards her, the faster he felt his heart beating almost like it could beat out of his chest. Y/n went to open the door but was stopped by something completely unexpected. Harvey kissing her. Their lips molded perfectly together like they were made for each other, instantly she placed her hands on his face whilst he grabbed her waist, both of them pulling the other closer than ever before. She’d heard that he was a good kisser, but this, this was unlike any kiss she’d ever had before, it was an intoxicating high that she never wanted to end. A small whimper left her lips when they finally pulled away from the kiss, a huge smile beaming on both of their faces.

“I have been waiting so long to do that,” Harvey muttered against her lips, squeezing her hips lightly as he placed a delicate kiss on the tip of her nose, a small giggle coming from Y/n as he did so.

“I like you, Harvey,” she whispered to him, their lips inches apart.

“I like you too, Y/n,” Harvey whispered back before closing the distance between their lips.

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rebelwrites · 3 years

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Welcome To The Family Brother

Jax Teller x Reader // Harvey Specter x Sister Reader

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“I don’t get why we had to fly out to New York just to tell Harvey the news” Jax huffed as he loaded your suitcases into the taxi. “Like the man hates me”

“Quit moaning” you said rolling your eyes at him “some things can’t be done over FaceTime okay, and stop being stupid he doesn’t hate you”

“Darlin’ he does” Jax sighed.

“Okay well maybe he dislikes you but I would go as far as saying he hates you” you said climbing into the car “look after everything that went off between mum and dad, I’m all he has so yes he might still be pissed at the fact I moved to charming but trust me he is just being a baby”

“It’s been 3 years Y/N” Jax sighed “he is never going to like me”

“And that’s part of the reason you are with me” you smiled “you and him will get along as I refuse to get married or have this baby without the two most important people in my life seeing eye to eye”

“I guess you are right” Jax nodded as he played with your engagement ring.

“Babe I’m always right” you winked before giving the driver the address to your hotel.

“Well if it isn’t the youngest and better looking specter” Donna grinned as you walked up to her desk.

“Don’t let Harvey hear you say that” you winked as she pulled you into a hug.

“What do we owe the pleasure?” She asked

“I needed to speak to Harvs and needed to be done in person” you grinned.

“I’m judging by the rock on your finger it’s something to do with that” she beamed.

“Yeah it is” you smiled.

“He is on a call right now but go on in I’m sure he will be thrilled to see you” she nodded.

“Jax baby wait here with Donna” you smiled kissing his cheek.

Pushing the glass door open you couldn’t help but laugh, he was still the same Harvey.

“Look I don’t care what you have to do, get me them damn files” He snapped ending the call.

“Still the same old ball breaker” you smirked.

Watching him spin around his expression changed from a frown to a grin.

“When did you get in town?” He asked pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

“Harvs cannot breath here” you fake gasped making him laugh “and just got here”

“What trouble has he got you in now” Harvey sighed as you picked up the baseball from his desk.

“Why do you always assume I’m in trouble” you laughed “in fact I have something to tell you”

“Please tell me he has broken up with you so you can move home” he said leaning on his desk.

“Harvey” you laughed, launching the baseball at him.

“What” he smirked catching the ball.

“Play nice” you laughed “I came here to tell you he asked me to marry him”

“Damn it” Harvey sighed

“Seriously you should be happy for me” you glared.

“How can I be happy when he is keeping you away from your home” he said with no emotion in his voice.

“You need to get over this” you sighed “it’s been 3 years Harvs, I know you think he is going to replace you but I promise no one can replace my big brother”

“You promise” he pouted.

“Pinky promise” you nodded, holding your little finger out to him.

“Fine” he sighed dramatically “but I’m only doing this for you”

“Thank you” you smiled “now there is an important question I need to ask you”

“Go on” he said.

“Will you be the one to give me away?” You smiled as you watched him take in what you just said.

“Are you serious?” He grinned making his way over to you.

“Yuup, I mean if rather have you give me away than walk down the aisle on my own” you beamed.

“I’d be honoured to trouble” he grinned pulling you into a hug.

“There’s one more thing as well” you laughed. “Harvs you are being prompted”

“No, I'm not” he laughed.

“Yes you are you big idiot” you laughed “you are being promoted to uncle”

“Wait what?” He asked.

“I’m pregnant” you grinned.

“Fuck I need a drink” he laughed “but get the lad in here I need to have a chat with him”

“Please play nice” you laughed, wiggling out of his arms and walking out of his office.

“Jax he wants to speak to you” you smiled.

“That’s it trouble just make yourself at home” Harvey smirked as he saw you sprawled out on the sofa flicking through the channels on the TV.

“I will don’t worry” you smirked “now get me a drink would ya”

“I forgot how demanding you were” he laughed.

“Don’t lie, Harvs you miss it” you said sticking your tongue out at him.

“Like a hole in the head” he said under his breath but you heard him and was glaring at him.

“Now Teller we didn’t get a chance to properly talk earlier” Harvey said rolling his sleeves up, his expression blank.

You knew what was coming, he was gonna bust Jax’s balls. Thank god Donna gave you a heads up that he made her run a background check on Jax. You knew he would, this was Harvey you were talking about here. If there was one thing in this world that was true was how protective he was over you.

“Now Jackson there’s a few things that I need to say that I’m not happy about” Harvey said without breaking eye contact.

You knew he was going in just by the fact he called him Jackson. You were on the verge of laughing so you had to pull your hoodie over your mouth to hide your smile. You watched as Jax gulped slightly.

“First thing first I really don’t like the idea about you having guns around my niece or nephew” Harvey said “like I absolutely hate it, you can’t have guns around children”

“I know” Jax mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“So what are you doing about that?” Harvey asked, raising his eyebrow at him.

“Urm l” Jax panicked before composing himself “I have brought a gun safe for the house and I have spoke to my brothers about keeping their guns out of reach of the baby”

“Okay” Harvey nodded sipping his whiskey “now for the Harleys what is your plan for transport as you are not putting a car seat on the back of a bike”

“Well Y/N has her mustang and I won’t let her sell it to get a more suitable car so in the next couple of months we will be going car shopping to get a more suitable car” Jax said.

You tried so hard not to laugh and Jax puffed his chest out trying to be alpha. And you could tell your brother was trying not to laugh.

“You know I’m not a massive fan of the life you live” Harvey sighed “there is so much danger that you are putting my sister in and will soon be putting your child in as well. I have done a background check on you boy and you have quite a record”

You saw Jax’s face drop, you knew he was trying hard to get the club out of dealing guns and into more legitimate business. Part of you wanted to jump in and tell Harvey to stop but you knew this needed to happen.

“I know and it’s not something I am proud of” Jax sighed “and I am doing everything in my power of being president of the club to get us on the more straight and narrow but these things take time. Deals need to be tied up and finished as if we just cut the ties then shit gets messy and one thing I am sure off, I will not let my actions be the reason Y/N or out child gets hurt”

Harvey didn’t say anything so Jax carried on.

“Look I know you are her brother and I am not going to disrespect you because I know how much you mean to her but you need to understand that what you see on the paper is the old me, the one that didn’t give a shit about anyone or anything that was until Y/N walked into my life” Jax said standing his ground.

You knew your brother so well, and this was what he wanted, he wanted Jax to stand up to him.

“The day she walked into my life I knew there was something special about her and I knew I would lay my life down on the line for her and now I will for our child as well. Yes I have a shady past but I am doing everything in my power to turn things around and if you can’t see that then I’m sorry” Jax said without breaking eye contact.

Harvey stood there in shock for a second taking in everything Jax had said before he couldn’t hold the grin back. Leaving Jax confused and you laughing in the background.

“You know I am only busting your balls man” Harvey laughed pulling Jax in for a hug “welcome to the family brother”

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torturedwarrior · 4 years

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David Berkowitz A.K.A “Son of Sam”

Who is David Berkowitz? Why do they call him The Son of Sam? What is the date of the first attack by The Son of Sam? Which couple was attacked by Berkowitz on January 30, 1977? David Berkowitz also known as the Son of Sam, was an American serial killer who murdered six people in New York City in 1976to 1977. His crimes plunged the city into a panic and unleashed one of the largest man hunts in New York history. Berkowitz was a rough boy, often abusive. When his adoptive mother died in 1967, his irrational behavior, intensifying when his adoptive dad remarried in 1971, moved to Florida without him. Berkowitz joined the army in 1971. Upon leaving service in 1974, he became an excellent leader. He set some 1500 flames in New York City in the middle of the 1970s, according to Berkowitz's book. In December 1975, Berkowitz claimed to have been possessed by spirits and attempted to kill a child. In July 1976 he then murdered a woman, assaulting multiple couples the next year, reporting five more casualties. He sent letters to New York publications after his murdering sperm and signed "Son of Sam," a joke about a demon that his friend Sam Carr believed was residing in the Black Labrador retriever. Berkowitz early life: The Jewish-American hardware merchant Nathan and Pearl Berkowitz, who was born Richard David Falco to a poorly-deprived Jewish mother on 1 June 1953, in Brooklyn, New York, at a young age. He was a brilliant boy, apparently, but in his own way troubled. After being loyal to his mum, as a youth he had to deal with her death a very difficult time. Berkowitz was born in the United States at the age of 18. Army served and honored as a qualified marker in South Korea. Berkowitz returned to New York after finishing his military service in 1974 where he got a job as a letter sorter for the United States. Settled in the Yonkers building and postal service. He was identified by neighbors and friends as a loner who kept himself alone. The Son of Sam Murders: The murdering spree began on 29 July 1976 with two adolescent girls, Jody Valenti and Donna Lauria in the Bronx. Both were sitting in the car of Valenti in front of Lauria's house when Berkowitz shot Lauria, injured Valenti and fired at them. Berkowitz was again there a few months later. When he saw a couple in a car, he shot at them, causing huge skull injury. Berkowitz also shot two teen girls together and left a paraplegic in November. The officers had yet to bring together these cases and know that they were connected with them. But everything changed when Berkowitz stabbed a couple in a parked vehicle in January 1977. Berkowitz twice fired, missing Freund's leg, and later proved a deadly one, confronting Christine Freund with her fiancé. As Berkowitz was using the same pistol of the caliber of 44 in all its killings, the police were on their way, referring to him first as the ".44 caliber rapist," later leading to the name of the "Son of Sam." In March, Berkowitz killed Virginia Voskerichian, a college student while she was leaving her home. In their car in the following month Berkowitz mentioned another pair, Valentina Suriani and Alexander Esau, but he left a letter to Captain Joseph Borrelli in the vicinity of NYPD this time calling himself the first "Son of Sam." Berkowitz left several letters next to the corpses of his victims in his brutal strip and choked the police and eluded them. As a result, his activities were extensively covered in the media and Berkowitz welcomed the spotlight. Throughout the whole process, New Yorkers were terrified of their next victim. The last hit by Berkowitz occurred in Brooklyn in the early hours of 31 July 1977. Stacy and Bobby Violante fired it. Moscowitz died later, and Violante's eye was blinded and the rest of his hearing was impaired from trauma. Luckily, a witness saw something on the scene in the police that helped break the case. A witness saw a man in a vehicle that had a ticket on it at the scene of the Moskowitz-Violante films. There were only a few tickets that day, one of which was for Berkowitz. He was arrested by police on 10 August 1977. Berkowitz said, "Oh, you have me," according to The New York Times, as they put him in detention. Son of Sam' Dog In interrogation, he explained that his friend Sam Carr had been ordered to kill and that he had delivered texts through his dog, a demon-protected Labrador retriever named Harvey, to Berkowitz. Due to his outrageous claims, he had been mentally tested in several ways but found "competent." Berkowitz was put to trial. He perpetrated the six murders and almost 1.500 explosions in New York City in 1978. Berkowitz executed his crime. For each crime, he was given 25 years to life. The hearing for Berkowitz's conviction was dramatic — at the judge's decision, he threatened to leap out of the window of the 7th floor trial. “I have several children who I'm turning into killers. Wait till they grow up.”-- David Berkowitz. “A 'possessed' dog in the neighborhood won't let me stop killing until he gets his fill of blood.” -- David Berkowitz. After his conviction, Berkowitz has retracted the story of his own-owned puppy, "Son of Sam," saying "Everything was a liar, a dumb hoox" to his therapist David Abrahamsen in his letter of 20 March 1979. He also said that he was part of a militant culte that helped him carry out the murders, and that John and Michael Carr (the sons of Sam Carr) helped him. Berkowitz was tremendous money to tell his story. Nearly all nations–including New York–however have laws that prevent convicted criminals from profiting directly from books, films and other industries linked to their convictions, also known as "Son of Sam Regulations." While Son of Sam's story has been widely published in the newspapers, Berkowitz does not benefit financially from his or her artworks. In 1996 Yonkers police re-opened Berkowitz's case to look into some of his allegations, but the probe has been suspended but remains unclosed, since there have been no significant findings. Although he was repeatedly put on parole (most recently in 2016 and in 2018 for 16th time) he was consistently refused release. He was also granted a pardon. Berkowitz's tenure in Wallkill, New York is at the Shawangunk Correctional Facility. “I didn't want to hurt them, I only wanted to kill them.” -- David Berkowitz. “Sudden death and bloodshed appealed to me.” -- David Berkowitz. “The people and the news media used to call me 'The Son of Sam,' but God has given me a new name, 'The Son of Hope,' because now my life is about hope.” -- David Berkowitz. David Richard Berkowitz, known also as the Son of Sam and the .44 Caliber Killer, is an American serial killer who pleaded guilty to eight separate shooting attacks that began in New York City during the summer of 1976. Take a look below for 30 more scary and bizarre facts about David Berkowitz. 1. His crimes were perpetrated with a .44 caliber Bulldog revolver, 2. He killed six people and wounded seven others by July 1977. 3. As the number of victims increased, Berkowitz eluded the biggest police manhunt in the history of New York City while leaving letters that mocked the police and promised further crimes, which were highly publicized by the press. 4. His killing spree terrorized New Yorkers and achieved worldwide notoriety. 5. On the night of August 10, 1977, Berkowitz was taken into custody by New York City police homicide detective in front of his Yonkers apartment building, and he was subsequently indicted for eight shooting incidents. 6. He confessed to all of them, and initially claimed to have been obeying the orders of a demon, manifested in the form of a dog, “Harvey,” who belonged to his neighbor “Sam.” 7. Despite his explanation, Berkowitz was found mentally competent to stand trial. He pleaded guilty to second degree murder and was incarcerated in state prison. 8. He subsequently admitted that the dog-and-devil story was a hoax. 9. In the course of further police investigation, Berkowitz was also implicated in many unsolved arsons in the city. 10. Intense coverage of the case by the media lent a kind of celebrity status of Berkowitz, and some observers noted that he seemed to enjoy it. 11. In response, the New York State legislature enacted new legal statues, known popularly as “Son of Sam laws,” designed to keep criminals from profiting financially from the publicity created by their crimes. 12. Despite various amendments and legal challenges, the statues have remained law in New York, and similar laws have been enacted in several other states. 13. Berkowitz has been incarcerated since his arrest and is serving six consecutive life sentences. 14. During the mid-1990s, he amended his confession to claim that he had been a member of a violent Satanic cult that orchestrated the incidents as ritual murder. 15. He remains the only person ever charged with the shootings. 16. Although some law enforcement authorities have questioned whether Berkowitz’s claims are credible, a new investigation of the murders began in 1996, but was suspended indefinitely after inconclusive findings. 17. Berkowitz was born Richard David Falco on June 1, 1953, in Brooklyn, New York. 18. His mother, Elizabeth Broder, was first married to Tony Falco but the marriage didn’t last. 19. She conceived David with her new partner, Joseph Klineman, but chose to give him the surname Falco for unknown reasons. 20. A few days after his birth, he was adopted by a middle aged, childless Jewish couple, Nathan and Pearl Berkowitz. They altered his name to David Richard Berkowitz. 21. His childhood was a troubled one. Although he was a child of above-average intelligence, he was caught up in petty theft and bullying. 22. He was distraught after the death of his adoptive mother, whom he adored, when he was just 14 years old. 23. He joined the U.S. Army when he was 18 years old. 24. After three years of service, he was discharged honorably from the force in 1974, following which he came back to New York. 25. He got a job at the Postal Service and stayed at a rented apartment in the city.

26. It was during this time that he located his biological mother and discovered that he has a half-sister by the name of Roslyn. 27. Some psychologists believe that the primary cause of his mental troubles is rooted in the abandonment issues that he faced from his biological parents. 28. Little is known about the people in Berkowitz’s life, if there were any. 29. He never married and has no close relatives. 30. There are some works of fiction based on him. “.44”, a fictionalized novel and “Summer of Sam,” a feature movie, deserve mention. He has also been the inspiration for songs like “Son of Sam,” “Looking Down the Barrel of a Gun,” and “Sam Son of Man.” Jimmy Breslin got a handwritten letter of someone who appeared to be the.44 caliber gunman on May 30th, 1977. The letter was posted in Englewood, New Jersey at the beginning of the day. The terms Blood and family–Hell and Death–Absolute Depravity–are on the reverse of the packet, well-printed in four specifically arranged sections. The inside letter read: Hello from the gutters of N.Y.C. which are filled with dog manure, vomit, stale wine, urine and blood. Hello from the sewers of N.Y.C. which swallow up these delicacies when they are washed away by the sweeper trucks. Hello from the cracks in the sidewalks of N.Y.C. and from the ants that dwell in these cracks and feed in the dried blood of the dead that has settled into the cracks. J.B., I'm just dropping you a line to let you know that I appreciate your interest in those recent and horrendous .44 killings. I also want to tell you that I read your column daily and I find it quite informative. Tell me Jim, what will you have for July twenty-ninth? You can forget about me if you like because I don't care for publicity. However you must not forget Donna Lauria and you cannot let the people forget her either. She was a very, very sweet girl but Sam's a thirsty lad and he won't let me stop killing until he gets his fill of blood. Mr. Breslin, sir, don't think that because you haven't heard from me for a while that I went to sleep. No, rather, I am still here. Like a spirit roaming the night. Thirsty, hungry, seldom stopping to rest; anxious to please Sam. I love my work. Now, the void has been filled. Perhaps we shall meet face to face someday or perhaps I will be blown away by cops with smoking .38's. Whatever, if I shall be fortunate enough to meet you I will tell you all about Sam if you like and I will introduce you to him. His name is "Sam the terrible." Not knowing what the future holds I shall say farewell and I will see you at the next job. Or should I say you will see my handiwork at the next job? Remember Ms. Lauria. Thank you. In their blood and from the gutter "Sam's creation" .44 Here are some names to help you along. Forward them to the inspector for use by N.C.I.C: "The Duke of Death" "The Wicked King Wicker" "The Twenty-Two Disciples of Hell" "John 'Wheaties' – Rapist and Suffocator of Young Girls. PS: Please inform all the detectives working the slaying to remain. P.S: JB, please inform all the detectives working the case that I wish them the best of luck. "Keep 'em digging, drive on, think positive, get off your butts, knock on coffins, etc." Upon my capture I promise to buy all the guys working the case a new pair of shoes if I can get up the money. Son of Sam. A conversation between the officer and the suspect: "Now that I've got you", Detective Falotico said to the suspect, "who have I got?" "You know," the man said in what the detective remembered was a soft, almost sweet voice. "No, I don't. You tell me." The man turned his head and said, "I'm Sam." "You're Sam? Sam who?" "Sam. David Berkowitz." David Berkowitz A.K.A the Son of Sam’s confession: In the early morning of 11 August 1977, Berkowitz was interviewed for nearly thirty minutes. He admitted immediately to the murders and expressed a desire to plead guilty. John Keenan, who made the confession, headed the prosecution. During the interview, Berkowitz said that one of the reasons why his neighbor's dog killed him was that his dog was seeking the blood of beautiful young people. He said his former neighbor Sam Carr was the "Sam" listed in his first message. Berkowitz believed Harvey was possessed by a witch from an old era who given unavoidable orders that Berkowitz had to kill people. He said that he was a Black Labrador retriever. Berkowitz was allowed to communicate with the press a few weeks after his detention and confession. In a letter of September 19, 1977 to the New York Post, Berkowitz made reference to its initial demonic possession article, but ended up with a note that some investigators perceived as an acknowledgment of complicity: "There are other Sons out there, God help the world." Berkowitz sentencing: The capacity of Berkowitz to face trial was identified in three different mental health assessments. Nevertheless, Berkowitz was told by defense lawyer to make a plea for not being insanely guilty, but Berkowitz declined. On May 8, 1978, he was silent in court, pleading guilty to all the attacks. Two weeks later, Berkowitz was forced to jump out of a window of the courthouse on the seventh floor when he was convicted. He constantly chanted "Stacy was a quire" after he was confined to it and yelled, "I was going to kill her again. I was going to kill both of them again." Throughout his assessment, Berkowitz drew an image of an imprisoned man surrounded by several walls; he wrote at the bottom, "I'm not well. Not very well at all." On 12 June 1978, for each assassination that Berkowitz has been serving, she was sentenced to 25 years in jail. He was given time in the Upstream New York Supermax Prison, in Attica Correctional Facility. In 25 years, Berkowitz had been declared eligible for parole given the lawyers ' objections. David Berkowitz A.k.A the Son of Sam’s Prison life: Shortly following his conviction, Berkowitz was held in the Kings County Hospital mental hospital, where the nurses confirmed that his new environment seemed to be unusually unsettled. The day after his release, he was transferred to Sing Prison and to the Upper state Psychological and Physique Test Center in Clinton. Four more months were spent before he was moved to Attica Prison at the Central New York Psychiatric Institute in Marcy. Berkowitz worked in Attica for nearly a decade (c. 1990), where he lived for a number of years until he was transferred to the Sullivan Correctional facility (Shawangunk Correctional Facility) in Fallsburg, NY. In Attica, Berkowitz called life a "nightmare." In 1979, Berkowitz tried to shake his left arm from front to back, leading to a cut that took more than fifty stitches to close. He simply confirmed that he was thankful for the assault–he brought a sense of justice or, in Berkowitz's own word, the sentence which I deserve. Berkowitz refused to identify his killer.

A.K.A.: "Son of Sam" - “The .44 Caliber Killer" • Birth name: Richard David Falco

• Classification: Serial killer • Characteristics: Claimed that neighbor's dog, Harvey, was possessed by an ancient demon, and that it issued commands to Berkowitz to kill • Number of victims: 6 • Date of murders: 1976 - 1977 • Date of arrest: August 10, 1977 • Date of birth: June 1, 1953 • Victims profile: Donna Lauria, 18 / Christine Freund, 26 / Virginia Voskerichian, 21 / Valentina Suriani, 18, and Alexander Esau, 20 / Stacy Moskowitz, 20 • Method of murder: Shooting (.44 caliber Charter Arms Bulldog revolver) • Location: New York City, New York, USA • Status: Sentenced to six life sentences in prison on June 12, 1978, making his maximum term some 365 years behind bars Son of Sam today: Son of Sam' Books and other books Nowadays Berkowitz has become a Catholic Christian after his time in prison. In his novel, Son of the Hope: Davis Prison (2006) and on his blog (run by his supporters) he now prefers to write "Son of Hope," as seen in his essay, "The Prison Journals" by David Berkowitz. Berkowitz's writings are not allowed to go over the Internet. In his book and on the website, he apologizes for his victims and their families. The prison officials announced on 12 December 2017 that Berkowitz was moved to a nearby hospital from the Shawangunk Correctional Facility. The New York’s Post and the Albany Times Union confirmed that Berkowitz had been having heart surgery even if officials didn't provide specific medical details. The New York Post confirmed in February 2018 that Berkowitz had a heart attack in early December before his first surgery. At the end of January 2018, after having experienced injuries, he had to seek further surgery and return to hospital. Where is Son of Sam now? And how did he get the nickname Son of Sam to begin with? He was actually known as the 44-caliber killer before he was known as the Son of Sam after his shooting with a rifle. After the arrest of his neighbor, Berkowitz, a police officer called him (a man called Sam Carr), said that he told him to assassinates people in the city— and that order is supposed to have been given through a possessed Labrador driver. He wrote: "I am a monster... I am the Son of Sam." He wrote, "The police came up to Sam's bottom." Berkowitz has been given six straight 25-year sentences after being convicted, which he still holds. Since viewers were so fascinated with the murders of Berkowitz and his ambiguous letters he left behind, his story was told by Berkowitz with the money through media. Therefore, the majority of countries take measures to prevent criminal activity from benefiting from their misdeeds. It is APPARENTLY A BORN-AGAIN CHRISTIAN.... He appears to be guilty for what he has done on many occasions, but says he wants to stay in prison. That's TG.

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Dublin street chapter 12

Time to divert his attention. “So Hannah, did you read the books I recommended?”

Her eyes lit up as she nodded. “They were amazing. I’ve been looking up more dystopian books since.”

“You’ve got Hannah reading dystopian novels?” Adam asked with surprise, smiling at me.

“Yes.”

“She’s fourteen.”

“Well, these are written for fourteen year olds. Anyway, I was taught 1984 when I was fourteen.”

“George Orwell,” Clark muttered.

I grinned. “Not a fan?”

“Hannah’s reading Animal Farm for English,” he said, as if that explained it.

Hannah was smiling, a little twinkle of devilment in her eyes that reminded me of Ellie. “I’m reading it out loud to mum and dad so they can help me.”

In other words, she was torturing her mum and dad for fun. She and Ellie really were full of surprises. Angels with dirty faces, as they saying goes.

A few minutes later we were sitting around the table, Ellie and Elodie bickering unintelligibly.

“I just said you looked pale.” Elodie eventually sighed as she took her seat with the rest of us.

“Which translates into ‘you look like crap’.”

“I never said that. I asked why you’re pale?”

“I have a headache.” She shrugged, her shoulders tense, her lips and brow pinched.

“Another one?” Adam asked, his eyes narrowed on her.

What did he mean another one? “You’ve had more than one?”

Adam looked angry now, his concern for Ellie bordering on majorly pissed off. “She’s had a few. I’ve told her to get it checked.”

Ellie glowered back at him. “I was at the doctors on Friday. The doctor thinks I need glasses.”

“You should have made an appointment weeks ago.”

“Well, I made it this week!”

“You don’t take care of yourself. You’re running yourself ragged at the university.”

“I do take care of myself. In fact, I was taking care of myself on Friday night but someone ruined my downtime.”

“He was an arse.”

Elodie cleared her throat meaningfully.

Adam held up an apologetic hand. “He was a butt.”

Declan and Hannah giggled. Maybe I did too.

“You don’t even know him. And thanks to you, I never will.”

“Stop changing the subject. I told you to make an appointment with the doctor’s office weeks ago.”

“You’re not my dad.”

“You’re being a child.”

“I’m being a child. Listen to you. He was a butt? What the hell, Adam? You’re making my headache worse.”

He frowned, and lowered his voice. “I’m just worried about you.”

Oh he was worried about her alright. I tilted my head to the side, watching him. God, he was looking at her like James looked at Rhian.

Was Adam in love with Ellie?

I stifled the urge to throw my fork at him and tell him to man up. If he cared about her, he should just be with her. What was so difficult about that?

***

“I would think you of all people would understand what was so difficult about that?” Dr. Pritchard frowned at me.

And I would know this… how? “Um… what?”

“You cared about Kyle Ramsey.”

I felt the knot in my stomach appear as it always did when I thought about him. “He was just a boy.”

“Who you didn’t want to care about because of Dru.”

Shit. She was right. I hung my head in my pain. “Then Adam’s doing the right thing, isn’t he? Justin would just get hurt. Like Dru did.”

“You didn’t kill Dru, Selena.”

I drew in a breath. “I wasn’t the bullet, no. But I was the trigger.” I looked the good doctor in the eye. “It’s still my fault.”

“One day, you’re going to realize that it wasn’t.”

***

After Sunday dinner at Elodie’s where Ellie and Adam acted as our entertainment, I was kind of exhausted watching them by the time we got home. A still not feeling well, and still pissed off, Ellie disappeared into her room and didn’t come out.

I, on the other hand, sat at my computer and started to write.

My phone beeped and I picked it up to find I had a text message from Justin.

I forgot how nice and big my office desk is at the club. I definitely need to f**k you on it.

I shook my head, my lips curled upwards as I text back. Luckily for you, I can work with nice and big.

I got an instant text back. I know ;)

For some reason, Justin texting me a winky face made me grin like an idiot. For someone who was seriously intimidating when he wanted to be, he was also incredibly playful.

So when do you want to schedule me in for office desk sex? Let me know so I can pencil you in. My sex diary is filling up pretty fast here.

When he didn’t reply after five minutes, I bit my lip, remembering how serious he’d been about the whole ‘not sharing me’ thing.

I text him again. It was a joke, Justin. Lighten up.

I didn’t think he was going to reply, and was trying not to worry if I’d said the wrong thing— this whole f**k buddy thing wasn’t quite as stress-free as I’d been led to believe—when my phone beeped five minutes later. Hard to tell with you sometimes. Speaking of hard…

I was caught between laughing and scowling. What did he mean it was hard to tell with me sometimes? Deciding it best to let it go, since he was joking again, I text back … wood floor?

No…

… back book?

Think more anatomical…

… intestines?

OK, you just took the sexy out of it.

I laughed out loud, quickly texting him back. Last text. I’m working on my novel. I’ll see you and your hard c**k on your nice and big office desk for sex later.

Good luck with the writing, babe. x

The kiss freaked me out.

Better to pretend it was a smiley face. Just a smiley face…

My phone rang in the middle of my freak out over one little kiss. It was Rhian.

“Hey,” I answered breathily, still thinking about the little kiss and what it meant.

“Are you okay?” Rhian asked warily. “You sound… weird.”

“I’m fine. What’s up?”

“Just checking in. We haven’t spoken in a while.”

I took a deep breath. “I’m screwing Ellie’s brother. How are you and James?”

~15~

Justin was the master of the dirty text message. Sometimes he was subtle… other times well…

I can’t wait to be inside you again, babe. x

… not so much.

Buried with work, Justin was A.W.O.L. over the next few days. If I was a different kind of girl, I might have been freaking out that after we’d had sex he’d disappeared, but in all honesty, I enjoyed having that time away from him to breathe. We’d only started ‘our arrangement’ and already it felt like weeks. By Tuesday afternoon, his text messages were starting to get to me. As in… turning me on. It was amazing how for four years I had been fairly okay without sex. I saw to myself and I got by. However, having sex with Justin had awakened my appetite. An apparently never-ending appetite. I wanted food all the time. And only Justin’s food would do. Of course, I didn’t confess this to Rhian, even though she had a bunch of questions about the guy who’d managed to pull me out of my four year dry spell. I told her he was hot. That the sex was hot. The rest of the conversation consisted of her repeating, ‘I just can’t believe it.’

Yeah, that wasn’t very flattering.

Telling Rhian about the hot sex only made me hungrier. That’s why I found myself at the gym. Again. I’d already been there the day before. Pounding my feet into the treadmill, racing the exercise bike and rowing the hell out of the rowing machine, I hoped to burn out all the sexual tension inside of me. It didn’t really help.

“Selena, right?”

I looked at the guy who had stopped by my treadmill. Ah. Gavin. The personal trainer who had been flirting silently with me for the past few weeks, ever since the incident on the treadmill. “Yeah?” I asked casually.

Gavin smiled sweetly at me and I groaned inwardly. One: clean-cut pretty boys weren’t my type. Two: I already had my hands full with a Scotsman. “Back again, so soon.”

Yay, he was watching me. That wasn’t creepy at all. “Uh huh.”

He shifted on his feet, clearly unprepared for my less than enthusiastic response to him barging in on my ‘operation relieve sexual frustration caused by a missing-in-action Justin Carmichael’. “Look, I was just wondering if you maybe fancied getting dinner together some time?”

I stopped the machine and stepped as gracefully off of it as I could, considering I was sweaty and icky. I gave him a platonic smile—you know the one; the pressing of the lips, no teeth showing. “Thanks. But I’m already seeing someone.” I left before he could respond, smiling as I realized that at least the arrangement with Justin had some positives. Not counting multiple orgasms.

After I showered and changed, I left the gym, dodging Gavin, and as soon as I turned on my phone I had a text from Justin.

Make yourself available Thursday night. Business Dinner. Put on a nice dress. I’ll pick you up at 7.30pm. x

I rolled my eyes. It hadn’t even occurred to him I might not be free. Bossy bastard. I text back: Only because you asked so nicely.

Annoyed, I strode down the sidewalk clutching my phone tight in my hand. I’d have to talk to him about his tendency towards obnoxious. My phone beeped and I stopped, still scowling. A scowl that fell away at his one word text: Babe. x

I could hear him say it with a teasing smile in his voice and I shook my head, smiling in exasperation. Jackhole was too damn charming for his own good.

***

Not that I had much to go on about the business dinner – who we would be dining with, or where we would be dining – I did know I didn’t have a dress that would do. So for once I decided to use my money for something frivolous, and head into Harvey Nichols on St. Andrews Square. After two hours of trying on dresses (some of which cost more than my monthly rent), I finally decided on a classy, but sexy Donna Karan dress. In the silhouette of a calf-length pencil dress, the silver-grey jersey material clung to every curve. A drape twisted from the right shoulder to the left hip, adding a touch of elegance to what would normally be just a sexy/casual dress. Adding in a ridiculously expensive black clutch purse by Alexander McQueen with the signature gold skull clasp—I thought the skull appropriate— and black leather platform pumps by Yves Saint Laurent, I looked hot. In fact it was the hottest I’d ever looked. And the most I’d ever spent on one outfit. Ellie was in raptures over it.

Ellie could be in raptures over it all she wanted. I was nervous about Justin’s reaction.

Turns out I didn’t need to be.

Well, depends on how you look at it.

Thursday night, I was standing in the sitting room sipping a glass of wine with Ellie while I waited on Justin. I’d left my hair down and it fell down my back in loose natural curls that Ellie had oohed and aahed over, begging me to wear my hair down all the time. Nope to that. I didn’t really do make up, but I’d put on some blush, mascara, and a deep scarlet lipstick that took the outfit up a notch.

Our front door opened and shut and my stomach flipped.

“It’s me,” Justin called. “I’ve got a cab waiting so we sh-” he stopped speaking as he entered the sitting room, his eyes frozen on me. “Fuck.”

Ellie giggled.

I squinted an eye at him. “Is that a good f**k?”

He grinned. “Well you’re that too, babe.”

“Euch,” Ellie made a choking sound. “Gag me.”

Ignoring her, Justin sauntered casually towards me. He was wearing a simple, but elegantly cut black skinny suit with a slim velvet lapel, white-gold cufflinks and a dark silver-grey shirt that matched my dress perfectly. His skinny tie was blood-red like my lipstick. We had unknowingly coordinated.

He looked yummier than I did though.

His eyes scanned me from head to toe, and by the time they came back up to my face they were blazing. “Come with me.” He grabbed my wrist and I just managed to hand Ellie my wine glass before I was hauled down the hall in shoes I’d had to practice walking in, and dragged into my bedroom.

He spun around, hooking an arm around my waist and tugging me towards him.

“You have got to stop doing that,” I complained.

“Babe, you look… let’s just say if there wasn’t a taxi waiting to take us to the restaurant for our reservation, you’d be on your back right now.”

Overconfident much?

“In fact…” he murmured, squeezing my waist, his eyes dipping to the low neckline of the dress.

“Justin.”

He jerked his eyes back to mine. “You look beautiful, Selena.”

My stomach flipped again and I smiled softly. “Thank you.”

“But you need to put your hair up.”

“What?” I touched my head, scowling up at him. “Why?”

To my utter bewilderment, Justin’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Just do it.”

I made a ‘pfft’ noise and pushed against his chest, stepping out of his hold. “Not unless you tell me why?” My hair looked good. He would not make me think otherwise.

“Because,” his voice was low, a deep purr he reserved for the bedroom, hence why I felt it all the way down into my panties, “I like being the only man who knows how beautiful your hair is. How gorgeous you look with it down.”

Something nudged inside my chest. An almost ache spread. Outwardly, I smirked. “How very Victorian of you.”

Justin’s narrowed eyes turned into a glower. “Selena,” he warned.

I threw my hands up. “Are you serious?”

“Deadly.”

“Justin-”

“Selena.”

I stopped, my hands on my hips as I searched his face. It was implacable. My God, he was serious. With a huff of disbelief, I crossed my arms over my chest. “I don’t take well to orders, Justin.”

“I’m not ordering you. I’m asking.”

“No, you’re demanding.”

“I just don’t want you to wear your hair down.��

“Fine.” I cocked my head to the side as my own eyes deliberately perused the length of him. “I don’t take orders, but I do make deals. The hair goes up, but you owe me a favor in return.”

He flashed me a wicked smile. “Sounds good, babe.”

“Oh I didn’t say the debt would be sexual in nature.”

His grin only widened. “So what are we talking about here?”

“Well that’s the thing.” I sidled over to him, pressing up against him with a smile. “You won’t know, until you know.”

Justin’s head dipped towards mine, his lips almost brushing mine. “Deal.”

“Brave man.” I laughed and stepped back. “You also look really good tonight by the way.”

“Thank you,” he murmured, his eyes still eating me up.

“Well, you better tell the cab driver we’ll be out in ten minutes. I need to fix my hair.”

***

I managed to style my hair up into an elegantly messy bun, bid a goodnight to Ellie whose eyes were all teary at the sight of us together—I don’t think she’d quite grasped the concept of f**k buddies yet—and slid into the cab before Justin. When he got in, he gave the cab driver our destination. It was Justin’s French restaurant, La Cour, the one he’d inherited as part of his father’s businesses, and it was situated on Royal Terrace near the Regent Gardens. I hadn’t been there before, but I’d heard great things about it. As Justin settled back, he settled in close to me and reached for my hand.

For the entire cab ride I stared at his large, masculine hand in mine, fighting the urge to pull out of his touch. It wasn’t because the handholding wasn’t nice. It was nice. Too nice.

Too ‘more’.

This was supposed to be just sex. But there he was… holding my hand.

I barely even noticed we’d pulled up to the restaurant, before Justin was paying the cab driver and helping me down out of it.

“You’re quiet,” he murmured, as he laced his fingers through mine again to lead me inside.

I didn’t answer that. “Who are we meeting?”

But before he could respond, the maître d’ appeared with a huge grin on his face. “Monsieur Carmichael, we have your table waiting, sir.”

“Thank you, David.” Justin pronounced his name with the French pronunciation and I wondered if the guy was really French, or if it was all part of the restaurant’s image. The restaurant itself was opulent elegance. It was modern French rococo with black and silver patterned, gilt-framed chairs, deep-red tablecloths, black glass candelabras and clear crystal chandeliers. The restaurant was packed.

David led us through the tables to a cozy one in the east corner, far away from the bar and kitchen access. Like a gentleman, Justin held my seat out for me, and I couldn’t remember if anyone had done that before. I was so focused on the gesture and the sensual brush of his fingers against my neck as I sat, that it took me until Justin was also seated and ordering wine, to notice that we were seated at a table for two.

“Where are the others?”

Justin flicked me a casual glance as he took a sip from the cold glass of water the waiter had just poured. “What others?”

What others? I gritted my teeth. “You said this was a business meeting.”

“Yes, but I didn’t say what business.”

Oh my God. This was a date! No way. First the bossiness, then the handholding… no. No, no, no. I pushed my chair out, about two seconds from shooting up to my feet when Justin’s next words froze me in place.

“You try to leave, I’ll tackle you.” Even though he wasn’t looking at me when he said it, I could tell he was deadly serious.

I couldn’t believe he’d tricked me into this. With a sullen expression, I pushed my chair back under the table. “Asshole.”

“Just for that, I expect you to wrap that dirty mouth of yours around my c**k tonight.” He narrowed his eyes on me.

I felt the impact of those words as they pebbled my ni**les and soaked my panties. Despite my body being completely turned on, I was floored. I couldn’t believe he’d just said that to me in a fancy restaurant where anyone might overhear. “Are you kidding?”

“Babe,” he gave me a look that suggested I was missing the obvious, “I never kid about blowjobs.”

The sound of someone choking brought my head up. Our waiter had descended on us just in time to hear those romantic words and his rosy cheeks betrayed his embarrassment. “Ready to order?” he croaked out.

“Yes,” Justin answered, obviously uncaring he’d been overhead. “I’ll have the steak, medium-rare.” He smiled softly at me. “What are you having?” He took a swig of water.

He thought he was so cool and funny. “Apparently sausage.”

Justin choked on the water, coughing into his fists, his eyes bright with mirth as he put his glass back on the table.

“Are you okay, sir?” The waiter asked anxiously.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Justin waved the waiter off, his voice a little hoarse as his eyes pinned me to my seat. He shook his head, his grin getting wider by the second.

“What?” I shrugged innocently.

“You’re sexy as f**k.”

The waiter was now staring at us openly, his head bobbing between us, waiting on what scandalous thing would be said next. I smiled up at him and closed my menu. “I’ll have the steak too. Also medium-rare.”

He took the menus from us and hurried off, probably to tell all the other waiters what he’d heard the restaurant owner say to his date. Grimacing, I kept that look on my face when I slid my gaze back to Justin. “You know, the whole point of this arrangement was that you didn’t have to buy me a fancy dinner to get laid.”

The sommelier approached with the red wine Justin had ordered and we were both silent as he poured a little out for Justin to taste. Satisfied with it, Justin gestured for the sommelier to proceed. As soon as he was gone, I lifted my glass and took a fortifying sip.

I could feel Justin’s eyes burning into me.

“Perhaps this is the ‘friends’ part,” he replied softly. “I want to spent time with my friend, Selena.”

While that was nice… “That’s how things get complicated.”

“Not if we don’t let them.”

He must have seen the doubt on my face because next thing his fingers were on my chin, gently lifting my face to his. “Just try it tonight.”

I could feel his touch like a shiver of ripples across my skin. I’d had him inside of me. He’d given me quite a number of orgasms. I knew the smell, taste and touch of him. I thought that would be enough. That it would be over. But looking at him, I realized it wasn’t anywhere near over. This attraction, this need, whatever the hell it was, it had only just caught fire, and neither of us was ready to call out the fire department just yet. “Okay.”

In response, he brushed his thumb over my mouth and smiled at me with his eyes before letting go.

And then, we were two friends spending time together. We talked about all the usual stuff. Music. Movies. Books. Hobbies. Friends. We made each other laugh. We had fun. But it was all little things. Justin was careful to make sure that he never asked anything he knew I wouldn’t answer. And when I stumbled over a question because it related to the past, he cracked a joke and changed the subject. This was a smart man.

We were just finishing up dessert when a sultry voice with an accent as melodic as Ellie’s, drifted across our table. “Justin, honey, I thought that was you.”

My eyes lifted to the woman who was standing by our table, and was now dipping down to kiss Justin’s cheek, giving him an eyeful of her small but perfectly formed br**sts. Her dress was red, daring and as sultry as her voice. She gave me a bright smile as she drank me in.

“Aileen. How are you?”

She grinned and stroked his cheek affectionately. “Better for seeing you.”

Oh hell. I tried not to shift uncomfortably as an inexplicable tightness lodged in my throat. This was an ex-girlfriend. Awkward.

“How’s Alan?”

Who the hell was Alan? Please be her husband.

“Oh.” She waved the question off with a grimace. “We’re separated. I’m here with a very charming date.”

Well, go back to him, lady, so we can get on with our date.

Shit! Not a date! Not a date!

Justin smiled and turned around to nod at me. “Aileen, this is Selena.”

“Hi.” I smiled politely, not really sure how to converse with an obvious ex. As I looked over the tall, blonde glamazon, I was convinced more than ever that I was the opposite of Justin’s usual type.

Her eyes were assessing as they washed over me. After a second her smile widened as she looked back at Justin. “Finally, a girl who doesn’t look like Analise.” She touched his shoulder affectionately again. “I’m glad for you.”

“Aileen...” Justin pulled back, his jaw clenching.

Analise? My eyebrows were raised in question. Who was Analise?

“Still sore I see,” Aileen tutted and took a step back. “I guess we all are about spouses. Takes time.” She waited for someone to say something and then, as if suddenly realizing she was intruding on our dinner, she laughed a little embarrassed. “Anyway, I better get back to Roberto. Take care, Justin. It was good to see you. And nice to meet you, Selena.”

“You too,” I murmured, trying to hide the fact that it felt as though someone had rammed the table into my gut. Spouses? I sucked in a breath, a shot of adrenaline kicking my heart into a riot as Aileen sashayed away, having no idea she’d caused tension between me and Justin.

My lips felt numb. “Wife?”

“Ex-wife.”

Why did I feel betrayed? That was stupid. Or was it? He’d said we were friends. And Ellie… Ellie was my friend, and she hadn’t told me Justin had an ex-wife. Did it matter?

You haven’t told him anything, Selena.

No, I hadn’t. But I also hadn’t been married.

“Selena…” Justin sighed, and I lifted my eyes to see his expression was like granite. “I would have told you about Analise eventually.”

I waved him off. “It’s none of my business.”

“If that’s the case, why do you look shell-shocked?”

“Because I’m surprised. I got into this with you because you were a serial dater. Not a one-woman kind of guy.” I touched a hand to my chest. What the hell was that pain in there?

He ran a hand through his hair and then sighed heavily again. The next thing I knew, he had hooked a leg around my chair leg and was pulling me toward him, until our shoulders were almost brushing.

I stared up at him questioningly, lost for a moment in his beautiful eyes.

“I got married when I was twenty-two,” he began softly, quietly, his eyes studying me as he explained. “Her name was Analise. She was an Australian post-grad student. We’d only been together a year before I proposed, and we were only married for two. The first nine months were great. The next three months rocky. The last year hell. We fought a lot. Mostly about my inability to let her in,” he whirled his wine glass, dropping his gaze now, “And when I think about it, that was true. Thank f**k.” His eyes came back to me. “The thought of handing her – someone as vindictive as her – all my personal crap…”

“Like ammunition in her hands,” I murmured, understanding completely.

“Exactly. I believe you work hard to make a marriage work. I didn’t want to give up. But one day, not too long before my father passed away, he called me and asked me to check a property we were trying to sell on Dublin Street. Not Ellie and yours,” he added quickly. “He told me there had been a complaint about dripping water in the downstairs flat, so I went along to check.” His jaw clenched. “I didn’t find a leak, but I found Analise in bed with a close friend of mine from school. My dad had known. They’d been going behind my back for six months.”

I closed my eyes, feeling pain for him echo in my chest. How could anyone do that to him? To him? When I opened them, his gaze was soft on me and I reached for his arm, squeezing it consolingly. To my surprise his mouth quirked up into a smile. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, Selena. Years of retrospect took away that. What I had with Analise was superficial. A young man’s dick leading him astray.”

“You really believe that?”

“I know that.”

I frowned, shaking my head. “Why would you buy a property on Dublin Street again?”

He shrugged. “Analise may have f**ked off back to Australia once I divorced her and made sure she left with nothing, but she’d still tainted the city I loved. I’ve spent the last six years creating new memories all over the city, building over the mess she left behind. The same is true with Dublin Street. The flat you’re in was a mess. A shell on a street poisoned with betrayal. I wanted to create something beautiful in place of all the ugliness.”

His words sank inside me so deeply I couldn’t breathe. Who was this guy? Was he real?

He lifted his hand to my face, his fingers gliding softly along my jawline, and curving down my neck. I shivered. Yes, he was real.

And for the next three months he was mine.

I stood up abruptly, grabbing my clutch. “Take me back to yours.”

Justin didn’t argue. His eyes flared with understanding and he got us the check. We were out of there and in a cab before I knew it.

~16~

I had no clue where Justin lived and was surprised to be let out of the cab at the university on the walkway that led down to The Meadows. Situated above a café and a little express supermarket was a modern building hosting luxury apartments. We rode the elevator to the top, and Justin let me inside his duplex penthouse.

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