The Enforcer's Bride

Chapter 5: Andrew

I tapped my foot impatiently waiting at one of the bakery tables. Diane should be done with her break by now, maybe she was actually sick? I got up from the table and poked my head over the counter, “Hey Tori!” I called, “Have you seen Diane? I thought she was going on break but I haven’t seen her come back.”

Tori shrugged, “Maybe she took the rest of the day.” I peeked my head around the corner into the storage room, and through the back door. Diane’s bike was still there and locked. Diane never left her bike. “Tori her bike is still here, are you sure she’s not in the bathroom or something?” I called walking back into the main dining area. I immediately stopped when I saw two men dressed in all black speaking to Tori. 

“Unfortunately Diane suddenly had to move out of this city. Here is her letter of resignation. We will gather any things she left behind,” an older one with graying hair stated. 

“But she was here this morning, she didn’t say anything about this,” Tori looked suspicious. “Hey Andrew, did Diane say anything to you about moving?” Moving? My stomach dropped. It took so long for her to agree to a single date with me, she couldn’t at least tell me she was moving? 

“No she didn’t say anything to me,” I stated. The men smiled at me. 

“Don’t worry, she is well taken care of.” They turned and left and left the bakery without another word. 

“Dude this doesn’t feel right,” Tori looked over the letter, “Diane wouldn’t write something like this. This isn’t even her handwriting and look, it’s signed ‘We are saved,’ what the f**k does that mean.” Those words jogged a memory from a few weeks ago. 

Diane and I drank a little too much wine and were hanging out in my apartment, talking about high school. I’d made a reference to being Prom King and she asked me what a prom was. “Wait, your school didn’t have a prom?” I asked incredulous. I thought everyone had a prom, or at least watched Sixteen Candles. Diane blushed, “I didn’t really have a normal upbringing.”

“Go on,” I poured her another glass of wine.

 “Can you keep a secret?” She asked and I nodded.

 “I had a super religious upbringing, like long skirts and dresses and cut off for the outside world, it was isolating. We had to greet each other specific ways and prayers had rules. There were all these rules about when we could and couldn’t do things, or what we could do. Everyone had a role to fill and expectations,” she explained. 

“And you didn’t want that anymore?” I asked, she shook her head, “I always felt out of place because what God expected of me, didn’t feel right. So I’m here with you,” she said. I nodded, sipped my wine and let her continue telling me her story. Diane was usually so closed off, it was amazing to watch her open up. She becomes more and more attractive to me every time she opens her mouth. Diane leaned closer, “You want to also know another secret? I’ve never been kissed.” 

I smiled and put my wine glass down, “I know someone that can remedy that.” I leaned in closer to her and softly brushed her lips with mine. I swept the hair from her  face and pulled her closer to me. I softly, gently kissed her once, twice, our mouths starting to move in tandem. We passionately kissed, tongues fighting for dominance, her hands working their way up my shirt, running over my smooth stomach, playing with my belt line. I groaned in need, but I was only going to go as far as she was comfortable. I pulled Diane up onto my lap in a straddle, and she started grinding on the thick lump in my khakis. 

“Careful there,” I whispered, “You’ll wake the beast.” Diane moaned in my ear and gently licked my earlobe. Just then the front door opened and my roommate bursts in home from work, early. Diane sprang off my lap, knocking a wine glass over in the process. “Oh s**t am I interrupting something?” Jamison asked. 

Diane quickly gathered her purse and bike lock keys, “I’ll see you tomorrow!” She called as she headed out the front door. I looked at Jamison, “f**k you dude.”

“ANDREW LOOK!” Tori pointed at the letter, snapping me back to the present and out of my memory. Jesus I need to sit down before someone sees my erection. I shake my head and look at the letter. “Diane mentioned something about a super religious upbringing,” I murmured. 

“What, like a cult?” Tori asked. 

“Maybe, she said there were rules and expectations for everything, and like a dress code and stuff,” I scanned the letter, definitely not Diane’s handwriting, wondering if I still had one of the notes she left around my house to put up as a sample. “Andrew how can you be so smart but so dumb? That sounds exactly like a f*****g cult.”

“But why would they force her to go back? And where are they?” Tori snatched the letter back. “I don’t know, but it’s time to get some answers.”