My Billionaire Ex Is A Vampire

A Fucknugget

I wish it was raining today. It would fit my mood better. Having just been with George Brown, the professor in Archaeology of Migration and Mobility, has me screaming internally. If it was raining a few tears would have escaped me. The man is a misogynistic fluffball who thinks I only got my grades from having “good connections”. I deserve being called in for not being present in enough of the obligatory classes, but implying I only got this far in my education thanks to my boyfriend was going too far! This year had not been my best, but I had worked my ass off for this! More than he cared to find out.

Come to think of it, George Brown might be a curse made human. The last semester I had a lot of classes with him was the year I was broken hearted after Sean stabbed me in the back and disappeared from the face of the earth. Not my proudest moment, but I had gotten over him and was doing good. Well, until this year. Having to combine two jobs with studying was proving to be hard.

I do have one good thing going for me though. Benjamin Blanche, a renowned archaeologist, is the love of my life and we are doing good. I love Ben so much, and he loves me. There is no way anything is getting between us!

Lost in my thoughts I don’t look where I’m walking. I need to walk some steam out of my system or else I might pop! I turn down a street towards a park that used to be familiar grounds before Sean showed me his true self. I guess feeling like s**t reminds me so much of that snotball that I unconsciously walked to the park we used to hang out in.

I might as well go take a look in the park and see if anything has changed in the years since I was her last. As I walk towards the park I study the Japanese Cherry trees by the water. I always imagined myself being proposed to under a cherry tree in full bloom. I’m a little late in the spring to enjoying the flowers, but the trees are magnificent on their own and other flowers are blooming. Summer is getting closer every day. Looking at the flowers next to the trees I don’t watch where I walk and suddenly I walk into what feels like a brick wall; a well sculpted, chiseled chest.

“Ooo, someone has been working out,” I say without thinking while strong arms steady me from falling. I look up and I think my heart breaks into a thousand pieces again. What the actual f**k! Cheating ex’es are supposed to get ugly and shabby dressed when you meet them again, not ripped and so damn fine you want to jump their bones. He has been working out. Oh yes indeed! Not only that, but he looks comfortable and laid back in his Armani suit. Sean is clean shaven, dark and handsome. That bastard!

“Lorena!” The way he says my name gives me shivers and I feel the need to remind myself of what he did to me. “Hi, what about a coffee? for old time sake?” he asks when I step back two steps.

“I don’t know. We didn’t exactly part as friends,” I tell him, taking another step back. He takes a step towards me. It looks like he did it automatically, because when I step back again he suddenly looks uncertain, watching the ground beneath us and not at me.

“I’m sorry for that. I was hoping to tell you what happened that night.” He fidget with something in his pocket. It looks like a habit of his, but I’ve never seen him do it before.

“There is not much to talk about. You cheated on me and the way she talked it didn’t seem like it was the first time either.”

“I know how it looked, but I..”

“Your tongue was down her throat. Don’t give me any bull s**t like that.” He becomes silent from my outburst. He looks frustrated and like he wants to tell me something. I’m not sure I care that much about what the scabby mongrel wants. So instead of waiting for a response from him I turn away from him, intent on leaving.

“Sorry Lorena. I won't lie to you. Please, let us speak over a cup?” he pleads. “I've been thinking about you all these years and all the wrong things that happened that day.”

“The wrong things that happened? Like how you broke my heart? So much that I thought I would never love again? I never thought I would need a psychotherapist because of a man, but you did push me that far. Did you know that?” My blood boils with anger and I could go on, but he’s not worth it.

“I’m sorry Lorena,” he whispers. “I truly am.” We look at each other in silence before I try to turn again. This time he takes my hand to stop me. “I love you Lorena and I never meant to hurt you. I wasn’t myself that night, I was drugged.”

“Drugged? You held her up against the wall for heaven's sake! You didn’t look drugged.” I deliver my last words more carefully. Even in my anger I know I don’t know much about drugs. That I’ve never heard of it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.

“Can we talk about this somewhere else?” he pleads. Only then do I notice all the onlookers. I blush and nod. Sean smiles like he won a big victory and it almost makes me turn away again. He walks me to the cafe in the park and buys us coffee to go. We walk in silence through the park before finding a secluded bench for ourselves.

“You were drugged?” I start, not wanting him to get away from this possible lie. He looks pale under his hat except for his warm kissable lips. I scoot a little bit away from him, mentally kicking myself. Why do I think of him like this after all these years?

“Well yeah, sort of,” he starts.

“Sort of? There is no sort of. Either you were drugged or you were not?” I feel my anger boiling up again. Did he just lie to get me to agree to this damned coffee?

“You won't believe me at first, but I’ve got to tell you the truth straight away. Please don’t run off before I’ve told everything.” He looks at me with pleading eyes.

“If you manage to tell me the truth I will believe you.” I say, but he shakes his head to tell me I’m wrong. What can he possibly say that will be so unbelievable?

“The woman you met was a vampire who had me under a mind spell. After getting what she wanted from me she turned me into a vampire too,” he rushes out so fast I almost don’t hear what he says. I look at him wondering if he actually has lost it. Or is it a trick to hurt me again? Does he get off by inflicting mental wounds like this?

“Do you think I’m stupid?” I ask him and rise up to walk from him.

“Told you,” he sighs. Then he grabs hold of me, turns me around, dipping me like heroes do in those old romantic movies. “Look at me,” he purrs and I cannot turn away. It’s like I’m enthralled. I look into his eyes and see how his pupils shift to red. “Kiss me,” he whispers and I feel my body respond to his words. We get closer and closer and my heart flutters, reminding me of our past. I lick my lips and moan. What the hell? I shake my head, get my mind straight and slap him.

“What a load of bollocks! Own up to your mistakes and don’t take me as a fool!” I untangle myself from his arms a march away. What a fucknugget!