My Billionaire Ex Is A Vampire

Holy Christ On A Cracker

A month later:

Sitting on the train towards the nearest big city and it’s airports I nervously go through my head if I have remembered everything I need for this journey. Ben is sitting and sleeping against a window without a care in the world. The rest of the archaeology students who have either just finished their masters or are in the middle of it are littered all over the train, ready for a summer in one of Ben’s dig-sites. A few of them have also planned to make this opportunity a part of their masters, by making research into the same culture and century that these items are from. Smart move from a bunch of smartypants.

“Did you remember all the tickets?” I ask Ben while trying not to fidget with my sleeves.

“Mhm, it’s on my phone. Don’t you worry,” he mumbles and it stresses me more than before.

“I know something is wrong. I feel it in my gut,” I tell him.

“That’s only because of your nerves when it comes to flying. I told you I could help you with that.”

Yeah, he told me before. He can enter my mind making me forget how much the thought of leaving the ground makes my belly squirm and my head spin. I’m not allowing that. We are at a better place, but I don’t trust him completely. Or I do, but I don’t. It’s all a mess and I’m almost hyperventilating at this point. I can feel it in my bones something is about to happen.

“No, no...” I try to tell him. I can see his pitiful smile forming in his face. “I think it’s more than that. I…” cannot explain it. Ben is way to calm for this. Opening his eyes he captures my gaze and I feel myself stop moving. Within minutes he has me breathing in his pace and I have stopped my fidgeting. But still I feel this wrongness over me. And..

“Did you just…” Ben puts a hand over my mouth as I’m about to yell out his big secret. His big fracking Jedi trick secret! Holy Christ on a cracker, did he just? His hand leaves my mouth carefully and I glare at him. “You know how I feel about that Ben!”

“Sorry,” he doesn’t look sorry to me. “I just could take it anymore. You need the…”

“No I don’t.” I turn away from him, not wanting to talk to him anymore. My belly is full of gnawing rats and I’m adamant it’s not about the flying. To be honest I don’t think it’s the fear of flying at all, and that is why I feel wrong. This spell of his didn’t just start now. Thinking back, I was pacing the apartment a few days ago, but the last two days I’ve been calm as a cucumber. Too calm. And too horny too. And…

“You did this on Sunday, didn't you?” I accuse him and all he gives me is a sheepish grin. I slap him and the sound echoes loud enough for the entire train wagon to become quiet. The only sound left is the rattatta of the train tracks under us. The closest to us has turned to watch the show. When nothing more happens, chatters start up again and I let a single tear escape my eye.

“I did, and thanks to that we spent two very comfortable days together. I try not to use it, but I cannot stand to see you suffer. Please Lorena,” he begs all defensive suddenly.

“You told me you would only use it when I agree to. If you cannot keep your promise, how can I know you haven’t used it to make me do something I don’t want to?” I forcefully whisper to him so that I don’t scream it out loud.

“I haven’t. Never.” Ben has the audacity to look indignant.

“Then why have I had the need for you to ring the devil’s doorbell almost constantly since Sunday?” The fvcktard actually flashes a grin at my accusation this time.

“That’s just some side effects, nothing to do with what I meant to do,” he whispers back to me, taking my hand in his and kissing it. “It didn’t look like you hated it. In fact,” another kiss, “You rather enjoyed my attention to you and your,” another kiss, “Needs…”

A shiver goes through my spine and once again I feel heat pooling between my legs. I cross my legs in an attempt to not feel his affect on me. Does he really not see how shady his behavior is? I take my hand out of his and curls it to my chest as if it’s wounded. His eyes widen by the movement and I can almost see him starting to think for a few seconds before giving up his understanding of my feelings.

“Side effects? Really?” My voice is full of ice and I’m pretty sure the heat in the cupe goes from the scalding summer heat to a temperature where hell freezes over. “It’s abusive.”

Ben’s face pales when he registers the words I say. Even his beard seems to gray a little. His mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out. I had my face from him, not wanting him to see my tears. He clearly does not see how wrong this is. How can I stay with him if he refuses to listen to me? Everything was starting to become nice again. We were picking up the pieces left by Sean revealing his side of the break-up. My trust in Ben was slowly building up, and now it has shattered all over again.

The train starts to slow down indicating that we are getting closer to the airport. I take big breaths so that I can keep it together a little bit more. In the airport I can find a bathroom where I can breathe for a second. Maybe cry too.

When the doors to the train open I go with the rest of the students and follow Ben as he goes to the cheek-in line for people traveling in groups. I get a few looks from the others, but I manage to keep it together. They know something is wrong between me and Ben, and I can only hope I will not be the hottest gossip the entire summer. I can’t take it if the room goes silent every time I enter it like when Sean broke up with me. That’s partly why I don’t have close contact with my fellow students.

I keep myself at a distance from Ben, not wanting to talk to him before I’ve had my cry in a bathroom. He tries to get close to me as we move to the security line, but I dodged him. I try to avoid him as long as I can, but when we reach security it’s no longer possible. The security officer wants Ben to hand out the tickets before we enter the lines.

I try to go first so that the encounter is brief, but it’s like he avoids me. He’s saving me for last and I groan inwardly. He wants to have a private conversation before I get to cry out the hurt I’m feeling. It’s typical of his inconsiderate craptastic personality and standing there like a fool I contemplate just leaving then and there. I was hoping for a minute to carefully consider what I want, and what I’m willing to put up with, but Ben has no plans to follow my needs, again.

As the herd thins I notice a big suitcase behind him. Not a small bag to take on the plane, but a big suitcase. In fact, behind Ben is my suitcase. Why the frack wasn’t it sent with the others? Ben has kept it to his side the entire time. It’s only my suitcase. Not his own suitcase, but mine. My giddy aunt, what's happening?