Part 15:
Would You Mind If
I Called You Kevin?
Mark
Caudiff approached the Richardson house cautiously, glancing over his shoulder
as always to make sure none of the prying neighbors were making note of his
recent comings and goings since Kevin Richardson had been gone away on tour.
Making
his way up the front walk he dug the key, provided by Leslie, out of his pocket
and slipped it in the lock. Closing the door behind him he turned the deadbolt,
depositing his key on the table beside the door before making his way up the
winding staircase to the master bedroom on the second floor.
He
walked quietly down the hall, pausing briefly outside of the door before
opening it.
It
took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the low flickering candlelight as his
eyes set upon Leslie lying on the bed in a soft cream colored silk negligée,
her long blonde hair fanned out on the pillow, a seductive look in her eyes.
“Hey
baby.” He said in a low sexy voice before shutting the door behind him.
“I came as fast as I could.”
He growled into her ear, nibbling on her earlobe.
“Why don’t you take your clothes off and lie down over here
next to me.” She patted Kevin’s side of the bed.
Smiling
wickedly Mark slid off his button down shirt dropping it to the floor as he
walked around the bed, his eyes locked on Leslie’s.
“And
just for tonight,” Leslie began as he slid off his Levi’s climbing in the bed
beside her. “Would you mind if I called you Kevin?” Trailing her fingernails
down the bare flesh of his arm Mark sighed.
“You
can call me anything you want sweetheart.” He whispered catching her bottom lip
playfully in his teeth.
“So if I’m going to be Kevin what do you want me to call
you?”
Leslie
paused for a moment a twinkle in her eye.
How
she would love for him to call her Lily. To whisper her name in her ear the way
Kevin had always done when they’d made love, to tell her that he’d never love
anybody the way he loved her. But if she gave away the name Lily then she was
giving away too much and in the end that just wouldn’t do.
“Just
call me Leslie.” She moaned wrapping her arms around him, the shadows of night
dancing in the candlelit room as the soft sounds of Kevin’s voice singing a
song from the new CD hung in the air all around them.
*
* *
“LET
ME GO.” Kevin shouted as Nick leaned into him using his body weight to pin
Kevin hard to the wall.
“No
way Kev, not until you calm down man.” “If you’re fucking my wife you’re going
to pay.” Kevin screamed. “I’m not kidding Nick. I’ll fuck you up so bad man.”
“Listen
to you Kevin.” Shoving a forearm into Kevin’s chest Nick locked eyes with his
one time mentor. “Listen to what you’re saying? Do you really think I would
fuck your wife?” Nick’s voice trembled with a mixture of rage and disbelief.”
Finally
breaking free from Nick’s hold Kevin turned walking back into the hotel room,
crushing two vials of cocaine beneath his feet as he went.
“Kevin-“
Nick followed after him determined to keep Kevin confined in the hotel room
until he calmed down.
“Go
away Nick.” Kevin pushed open the door to the master suite walking directly to
the phone on the nightstand.
“Who
are you calling?” Stopping at the foot of the bed Nick looked nervously around
the room.
“Fuck
off.” Picking up the phone Kevin punched in the familiar digits of his lawyer.
After three rings there was a muffled “What” on the other end of the line.
“Brad
its Kevin.”
“What
do you want Richardson, it’s 3:00 a.m. in the god damned morning.” Glancing
over at his still sleeping wife Brad Raymond closed his eyes fighting the urge
to drift back into a peaceful sleep with the phone receiver lying on the pillow
beside him.
“Brad
are you there?” Nick shifted his weight from one foot to the other, recognizing
the name of Kevin’s lawyer.
“Yes
I’m here Kevin.”
“I
want you to draw up some papers for me Brad.” “Kevin c’mon-“ Nick leaned in
dropping a hand on Kevin’s shoulder which he promptly shrugged off.
“Papers?
What papers Kevin?” Rolling over Brad sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Divorce
papers.”
*
* *
“What
is he doing A.J., why is he doing this to me?” Tears streaming down her face
Kristin didn’t have the strength to fight A.J. as he wrapped his arms around
her tightly leading her down the hall to his room.
“Shhhhh.”
Whispering into her ear A.J. stroked her hair trying to calm her down.
“This
is like some horrible nightmare that I can’t wake up from?” Her legs giving out
beneath her Kristin fell to the floor A.J.’s arms still wrapped around her as
he knelt beside her.
“Look
you need to be strong Kris.” Lifting her to her feet A.J. scooped her up
tenderly in his arms.
“My
love is slipping away from me A.J.” Leaning into his chest Kristin closed her
eyes trying to match her breathing with the steady thump of A.J.’s heart.
“You
just gotta hold onto it Kris, hold on tight with both hands and don’t let go.”
Walking to his room A.J. reached in his back pocket for his key card.
“I
don’t know if I can do it A.J……or if I even want to anymore.” Tears began to
flow freely as A.J. slipped the key card into the slot pulling it out as the
door lock popped open.
“I
guess that’s something you’ll have to decide.” Walking inside the room he let
the door drift close behind them as he made his way down the long darkened
hallway toward the master suite.
“But
for now you just need to get some sleep.”
“How
am I supposed to close my eyes after all of that?” She answered, her voice
growing thick with sleep.
“I’m
sure you’ll find a way.” Walking into the room A.J. carried Kristin to the king
sized bed, depositing her into the mound of dark paisley covers.
“Sleep tight.” He whispered placing a gentle kiss in the center of
her forehead, her deep breathing filling the room before he could even close
the door behind him.
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