The Soldier Next Door

The drive in the early morning sun that is lying hot and comfortable on my skin does nothing for the anger that I feel within. The anger that will now, once and for all, boil out of control and hopefully set the reality in that no matter how well you play the game with Isabell, she is always going to win.

Ya, the little ice princess has gotten her way. After trying to make my intention very clear that I would have her arrested for taking my child away from me, I backed off gracefully and left the hotel without Lucas.

The question is…will I truly have her arrested?

That is a question that I cannot answer with a definite yes or no, for the anger is consuming me.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

How the fuck did I let Ana Jenkins play me again?

So miss little ice princess never had the intention of coming home. And seeing that I had failed to get her to return now. Well, that only means that I will be coming back for her again…

I am not hiding like fucking coward.

I will be back for her…wait until she just gets comfortable again, then I will be down on her even faster than she can breathe.

It is very annoyed that I finally find myself home, where Gibbs has been waiting for me to make the final arrangements of our impending deployment. He only but gives me one glance and knows that it is far better not to ask any questions, yet,

“The woman is still a fucking liar, but she is getting good at telling them.”

“So,” he gives me a sneaky smirk, “Did she lock you up for the night?”

“Ya, just go ahead and make fun of a man’s weakness.”

Gibbs bursts out in a fit of uncontrollable laughter as I adjust a fucking hard-on that is growing just at the mere image of that naked ass in my head. Then Gibbs continues, “I wish I were a fly on that wall, well just not the parts…” then he stops for a brief moment, “Or did you discuss the new arrangement while you were fucking her.”

“Thank fuck no.”

“You two,” Gibbs only but shakes his head. “Just fucking make up already.”

“The goddamn woman refuses to listen to me, no matter what I throw at her!”

“Now, what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know; I need to think of my next approach, and hopefully, it is with the right body park.”

With that, I grab a bottle of cold water from the fridge and take an ass that is still what trembling back to my room to change of the clothes that only but smells like the woman that I hate the most in the world at this very moment.

But as I start taking each step, that anger starts growing back under my skin. It lets loose like a beast. As far as my feet take me into the room, every single object that finds itself in my path shatters in pure brute force against the wall. The chair finds its way through the room; there is glass shattering into fragments of nothing. I ram my fist with a hatred so raw in the mirror, hundreds of pieces cutting at the skin of my hand.

I lay complete destruction to everything that is and was a part of her until I can say that for now, for this minute, I shall be rid of any thought of her. And when she returns into the passages of my memories, I shall do it again and again until every trace of her has been taken from my life. I am angry; I am furious.

And as I come down from my rampage, completely exhausted, but yet not any less angry than before, my phone starts to light up.

ANA JENKINS.

Well, what does the little ice princess want now?

Do I answer?

Or just torture my memories?

So much to my frustration and the delight of a somewhat still semi-erect hard-on, I swipe up to see what our dear wants.

“Miss me already, Ana?”

“Oh, I was checking the very same on you. I was wondering how much you are missing this tight ass on your lap?”

“Now, Ana, did you phone a man to have phone sex?”

“Perhaps…perhaps I am seeing that my prize is still alive.”

“Your prize? I feel hurt, here I thought I was your husband?”

I listen as she only bursts out in a roar of laughter, deep from her belly; I know it makes her toes curl. She used to laugh like this before she had turned into this person that I do not know. But can she still feel so free around me? But…

Stop the fuck there, Ethan.

“So, Ana, why did you really phone me?”

“Honestly?”

“Well, I would prefer you no other way.”

“Do you still? Do you still prefer me?”

I take a deep breath and think for a moment to myself, is Ana playing another game with me. But, yet, “I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.” 

“But you will have me arrested?”

“Ana, I guess you should ask yourself one question. Do you deserve that? Do you think that after what you have done to me and taken my son away from me, that I deserve to give you everything that is due to come your way? Can you see how I would feel?”

Then for what seems like one breath more than too many, I continue to speak, “You know my weakness, and you took full advantage of it. I will give it to you, you had me off-guard, but it is only because you know which switch to flip.”

“But Ethan,” she starts as I hear her voice turn sincere, “You know that we are not good together.”

“I think I have come to realize that it will never happen.”

“Then why did you come here last night?”

“That is simple…I care about you. We are good together, well we were, I will give you that. But with all the good, there was bad, so much so that when I see you to this day, I feel it all over again. It wasn’t so much what you did to me; it was more what you didn’t do. All I wanted from you was more… More time, more laughs, more kissing. No matter how perfect I felt like we were when the opportunity arose, you’d ignore it.”

After listening to nothing but near silence, I continue, “We had a cycle, and it never seemed to change; the only difference from time to time was the intensity of the stages in our cycle. It started with flirting, flirting led to romance, and then it would peak and dive-bomb off a cliff landing into this awkward time where you’d avoid me, and I’d just stand there at the door waiting, dazed and confused. I knew every single time you’d come back because that’s how you work. Our cycle would start over.”

“Ethan, you might never believe this, but I saw a man in you that I still believe will one day show himself. I know that he’s there, but I couldn’t wait on him anymore.”

Ya, fuck!

“Come on, Ana, that is bullshit. What more do you want from a man that you cannot find in me?”

“I need a man like my dad.”

“Well, Ana, that just ain’t going to fucking happen. You like Ethan Hunter, or you can fuck off. You know what? I hate how much I still love you. But what I hate the most is that I know that you will never be able to say the same.”

Then ya,

“But I do love you, Ethan.”

“Ana,” I try to remain calm as I speak. “What game are you playing at now again? Do you get pure pleasure out of seeing a man suffer?”

“No, Ethan.” I hear the hint of something in her voice, and I am not sure if she is being honest or if she is playing yet another game, for god knows that I so wish that she would mean every bit of it. However, my common sense says to play it safe and not let little ice princess burn me for what shall be the third time today.

And just as I am about to speak, I have Gibbs knocking on the door. And as I lean my head to meet his gaze, he only but smiles at me. Very much frustrated at the situation, I place my hand over the phone and only but shake my head at him, “What the fuck are you smiling about?”

He only but continues to chuckle at me as he steps one foot into the room. Then after what seems an eternity for him to gather himself from his hysterical laughter, he only but shows for me, “You better come out and see this.”