Cake Love: All Things Payne(95)

Chapter 22 - THE Payne Perspective ...

The Henrik Payne Guest Post



"So, my heart right now is bleeding. Not in the literal sense but symbolically! Do you know what I mean?"

I stare at the blue pillow that lays lifeless on my charcoal couch. Pillow and I have been through a lot together, we have hugged and molested many times in the past. Some things we have done together are best left unsaid.

"I know what you are thinking, that I, Henrik Payne, wall of steel, let a sexy as sin woman destroy me. That I don't know anything anymore and I'm a fool. And you would be right!"

I lift my glass filled with amber gold and take a sip and then another and finally gulp it all down. Let's get one thing straight, I don't drink ... normally. It's just being fired from the one job I have loved for over a decade and poured my heart and soul into sort of leads me down a whiskey soaked highway.

I'm laughing now as I grab the pillow for a little more love and affection.

"She used me, Pillow. Jesus! How could I let a hot piece of ass like that seduce me like a ... someone who ... I don't know like someone who gets seduced. It's like she must have known all those months ago when she walked in for the interview that she gave me an instant boner."

I shake my head and rest it back on the couch, rubbing the pillow to my cheek. It's soft, but lifeless. I need something soft but full of life like Morgana's ass cheek rubbing up against my face. Gah! How am I still lusting after her?

Glancing down at my crotch I see my dick starting to get up. I point to it, "You! Captain Cock, you did this to me. Can't you just let her go? I'll try to picture Betty Rubble. That always worked when we were young."

Images of a naked and very voluptuous Stone Age raven haired cartoon character dance around in my head. I begin to smile as I make her bend over the granite table but am interrupted by the sound of my cell phone going off.

I grab it from the coffee table and see it's Morgana. My heart pounds and then I am mad at my heart for caring at all about the caller.

"Hello, Ms. Drake."

"Mr. Payne?"

The voice is lighter than Morgana's and I wonder who this woman is.

"Who is this?"

"Mr. Payne, this is Aria, Morgana's roommate. We met at the diner."

"Yes, I remember. Why are you calling me and on Morg ... Ms. Drake's phone?"

There is a pause and I can hear loud music in the background.

"I think Morgana might be in trouble. My boss sort of dragged her away and I think ... God I hope not, but I think he may try to force her to do something she doesn't ..."

My heart is about to burst out of my chest and I feel my palms beginning to sweat.

"Just out with it, Aria!"

"I think my boss might try to rape Morgana."

I shake my head trying to fit all this together.

"Why would you think that? Where are you?"

"Mr. Payne, I work at a club called The Mercer off of Adams in the Loop. Morgana stopped by to hang out and my boss took one look at her and ... well, apparently he takes whatever he wants."

This right here has caused my fist to hit, no, beat the crap out my friend Pillow. My knuckles are white and the tightness in my jaw makes it hard to form words.

"I'm on my way. I'll be there in ten minutes."

That's when I start running and I don't stop. I race out of my place and to the street. It’s bitterly cold but I don't feel it as I dodge people and cars trying to get about fifteen blocks as fast as I can. I hear a lot of "watch it" and "hey, *" but I don't care.

Before I know it I'm outside the club, the blue neon sign a blur as I race past the bouncer to the bar where I see a hand waving at me form the middle of a mass of white blonde hair. I grip the bar trying to catch my breath and she points to stairs in the back.

"He took her up there. One of the waitresses told me she saw him go in the last door at the end of the hall. I'll distract Gary, the bouncer, just give me a minute."

Aria grabs something from under the bar and raises a black walkie-talkie to her face.

"Hey Gary, there is an issue at the bar. A guy is getting a little grabby."

She widens her brown eyes at me and points to the stairs with her thumb. I head back there and pass, who I presume is Gary, a very large man with a spike through his nose.

Racing up the stairs I go straight to the back and put my ear to the door. I can hear Morgana's muffled voice, "What did I just say earlier, no means no. It doesn't mean yes or maybe or I kinda do but I am saying no because I am a stupid tease. It means no." There is a yelp and some movement.

Reaching for the handle I come to find out it's locked. I step back and look around to see if I can find anything to break the door. There is a red fire extinguisher on the wall and I begin to pry it off. After a few tugs it breaks free.

Racing to the door I begin to bash at the door knob with the extinguisher. Finally, after what feels like forever the handle loosens and I put down the metal extinguisher and use my body for the remaining blows. I don't even feel the pain when the door finally splinters open.

Looking around the room I see the asshat in question with his hipster douche beard on top of Morgana and she is pinned beneath him on the couch.

"Get the f*ck off her now!" I yell.