Vipers Den Part Two
I hadn’t thought about my past since the day I walked away from it, until today. Jake Kennedy just walked into the Den and he’s staring at me like a long-lost lover. Technically, that’s what we were, but I hadn’t seen him in nearly twelve years. He still looked like the Jake I remember, just older.
When I heard the doorbell chime I glanced towards the reception desk, and there he was. I froze in place, my scissors held in mid-air, poised for the next chop. He must have felt my eyes on him because in that moment his mesmerizing blue depths locked with mine, and I was held captive as a myriad of memories flooded my mind.
My scissors hit the floor, snapping me out of my trance. I blinked twice, but he was still standing there; he wasn’t a figment of my imagination. I bolted to the back room, leaving my client without a second thought, slamming the door shut behind me.
When I heard the doorbell chime I glanced towards the reception desk, and there he was. I froze in place, my scissors held in mid-air, poised for the next chop. He must have felt my eyes on him because in that moment his mesmerizing blue depths locked with mine, and I was held captive as a myriad of memories flooded my mind.
My scissors hit the floor, snapping me out of my trance. I blinked twice, but he was still standing there; he wasn’t a figment of my imagination. I bolted to the back room, leaving my client without a second thought, slamming the door shut behind me.
I’d been watching her from afar for the last week, but nothing could prepare me for those heart-stopping emerald eyes coming into contact with mine for the first time in twelve years. Tia Malone, she’s just as breathtaking now as she had been then. Although she’d changed her appearance, I would know her anywhere. I could never forget the girl who stole my heart, then disappeared without a trace.
I had so many questions: Why didn’t she tell me she was leaving? Why didn’t she take me with her? Where has she been all these years?
But from the look on her face before she ran out of the room, she didn’t want to see me, let alone talk to me. Well, too bad, sweetness, cause I’m not going anywhere.
The girl behind the reception desk cleared her throat to draw my attention back to her. “I’m Reagan, how can I help you?” she asked me.
It took me a second to get my bearings. “I need to talk to Tia.”
The expression on her face told me she had no idea who I was talking about. That confirmed it, she’d changed her name. I figured she must have since I couldn’t find anything under her given name. But what would she have changed it to? I stood there racking my brain, but I kept coming up blank.
I was still standing there when one of the other stylists came up to the counter, hands on her hips and a scowl on her pretty face. “I’m Piper, this is my salon. What do you want? From the way my girl just took off out the back, I’m willing to bet it’s not a haircut.”
She wasn’t backwards in coming forward. “I need to talk to her.” I motioned my head in the direction Tia had disappeared.
The owner, raised a single brow. “Well, clearly she doesn’t want to talk to you, so I suggest you leave.”
I shook my head. “You don’t understand. I need to talk to her. Please,” I begged. At this point I don’t think there was anything I wouldn’t do if it meant getting answers, begging included.
Piper sized me up before giving a slight nod. “Take a seat, I’ll go talk to her. But if she doesn’t want to see you, I won’t make her.” Then she turned on her deadly high heels and strutted in the direction I’d seen Tia run.
I took a seat in the waiting area. Leaning forward resting my elbows on my knees, I laced my fingers together to stop my hands from shaking. I kept my eyes on the door they had gone through, waiting for the owner to come back…
I had so many questions: Why didn’t she tell me she was leaving? Why didn’t she take me with her? Where has she been all these years?
But from the look on her face before she ran out of the room, she didn’t want to see me, let alone talk to me. Well, too bad, sweetness, cause I’m not going anywhere.
The girl behind the reception desk cleared her throat to draw my attention back to her. “I’m Reagan, how can I help you?” she asked me.
It took me a second to get my bearings. “I need to talk to Tia.”
The expression on her face told me she had no idea who I was talking about. That confirmed it, she’d changed her name. I figured she must have since I couldn’t find anything under her given name. But what would she have changed it to? I stood there racking my brain, but I kept coming up blank.
I was still standing there when one of the other stylists came up to the counter, hands on her hips and a scowl on her pretty face. “I’m Piper, this is my salon. What do you want? From the way my girl just took off out the back, I’m willing to bet it’s not a haircut.”
She wasn’t backwards in coming forward. “I need to talk to her.” I motioned my head in the direction Tia had disappeared.
The owner, raised a single brow. “Well, clearly she doesn’t want to talk to you, so I suggest you leave.”
I shook my head. “You don’t understand. I need to talk to her. Please,” I begged. At this point I don’t think there was anything I wouldn’t do if it meant getting answers, begging included.
Piper sized me up before giving a slight nod. “Take a seat, I’ll go talk to her. But if she doesn’t want to see you, I won’t make her.” Then she turned on her deadly high heels and strutted in the direction I’d seen Tia run.
I took a seat in the waiting area. Leaning forward resting my elbows on my knees, I laced my fingers together to stop my hands from shaking. I kept my eyes on the door they had gone through, waiting for the owner to come back…
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