Page 4 of Adam & Eve

I hadn’t wanted the beginning of our lives to start as such, but her actions, and hers alone, had

forced me to act prematurely. This was what I had to do. I had a plan that I’d painstakingly followed.

I’d never considered myself to be a patient man, but I’d been patient with her. For three years, I’d

waited. Although I wanted her to come to me willingly, waiting had become too hard when she’d met

him.

I couldn’t take it. Day after day, watching them together. They were getting too close.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Our happily ever after had been so close, and she was on

the verge of ruining it.

What had been so special about him?

“Why not me, Eve?” I asked, demanding she answer me.

I knew my current mindset was too extreme, but I couldn’t get my heart to realize it. I needed

answers. She’d spent nearly four years ignoring me, pretending she didn’t know I existed. But after

only a few months, she was ready to love him? That was unacceptable. Why him? After all these

years, why hadn’t she chosen me? She knew I was there, waiting patiently. How could she have not

seen me when I was always right there, protecting her from the world that meant to do her harm?

Long seconds passed, and when she didn’t answer, I felt insecure. She stared at me like I was

a fucking lunatic … like she was confused. Self-doubt and animosity crept in, causing my head to

pound. Could I have been wrong? Taking a deep breath, I exhaled the truth. No! I was right about

everything. There was no need for such trivial thoughts now that she was here.

She was locked in with me, without outside influences. She would have no choice but to see

we were meant for one another. I expected her to resist and to fight. I looked forward to it. It was

what any sane woman would do. I would endure it all. There would come a time when she would beg

for me to take her, to make love to her. Her surrender would be all that much sweeter. I had to admit,

it was not the ideal plan, but it was all I had.

This shouldn’t be all you have! You had plans, my mind screamed. This is Michael’s fucking

fault.

He was the one to blame for this. I should have killed him.

You might have. You hit him in the head with a fucking crow bar, you idiot!

I ignored the voice in my head. He—the voice—never had anything positive to say. Besides, I

didn’t hit Michael all that hard. He would wake up. I just hoped it was with one hell of a fucking