Come with Me

Geoff Lee

Description

Suddenly meeting up with a person his best friend wants him to meet, Jeff finds that not only is this person extremely wealthy, he has an aura about him that seems to take control of everything around him. After this man's multiple attempts to control his life, Jeff's fear turns to anger to take back control.

Sujets

• Suspenso
• Charlie
• Suspense
• Gothic
• Thriller
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 11 avril 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798823002905
• Langue: English

Extrait

Come With Me
 
 
 
 
Geoff Lee
 
 
 
 

 
 
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© 2023 Geoff Lee. All rights reserved.
 
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Published by AuthorHouse 03/06/2023
 
ISBN: 979-8-8230-0291-2 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-8230-0290-5 (e)
 
 
 
 
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 1
First Encounter
The feeling started at the base of my spine, deep and visceral. My whole body was tingling. I was afraid to look around to see what was causing this feeling. I proceeded as quickly as I could toward my friend who was waiting for me about halfway out on the dock. Kevin had called and asked to meet me on the Santa Monica pier before we went out on our usual Friday night bar hopping routine. My walk carried me at an angle toward the walkway where there were easily a hundred people on the dock. It was a typical Friday night high energy crowd having fun and blowing off steam from their work weeks.
Suddenly I became aware of the cause of my feelings. I could see him out of the corner of my eye. He seemed to be going the same direction as I, which was doubly disconcerting. I knew exactly which person emanated this feeling which I now realized was frightening me. I did not dare look.
We were finally standing almost shoulder to shoulder. My whole being was aware of him. Instinctively, I knew he understood not only who I was, but my relationship with Kevin. Kevin was almost animated with his nervousness and something else I could not quite fathom. When the stranger and I ended up stopping in front of Kevin, having come upon him from different angles, I could not even look at him. He had not turned his head, yet I knew he was examining me.
Kevin, who was quite beside himself by this time, looked at both of us. “Jeff”, he said. “This is Charlie.”
At that I turned, as did Charlie. I was shaken to my soul. I felt myself pulled into his eyes. I tried to look elsewhere but could not. I felt, and thought I saw, centuries of feelings, people, and places in those eyes. But he looked only about 28. He was incredibly handsome, and I understood what Kevin meant when he said that I would never meet anyone like him in my life.
The lights on the boardwalk were never flattering as they burned too bright. But looking at Charlie, he was stunning. There was something else I could not really put a name to...something eerily disturbing. His eyes were boring into my consciousness and I was aroused as I had never been.
He reached out to shake my hand and I found myself nearly paralyzed. I could not stop looking at his eyes and his face. He smiled, still holding out his hand.
Kevin broke my trance by saying rather loudly, “JEFF!”
Snapping out of the other world I had entered, I looked at Kevin, then at Charlie. What happened next was both frightening and the most erotic experience I had ever had without actual body contact. His eyes became even more intense.
“Good to meet you. Kevin has told me so much about you.”
I felt his voice more than heard it. There was something so deeply disturbing, yet erotically attractive about him. When he reached out to shake my hand, I hesitated so long that both he and Kevin looked at each other quizzically.
I finally found the courage to offer my hand. He hesitated, then, looking me directly in the eyes, took my hand.
When I took his hand, it felt like I lost consciousness.
Chapter 2
What just happened??
He held my hand for only a few moments, but it felt like I was drawn into another world and time. I was unable to move and literally felt like I was paralyzed. I could not take my eyes off his.
As he took his hand away leaving me standing, unable to move, I had a feeling like air was being sucked out of my lungs and I was numb.
“I am sorry, but I have to leave as I have an appointment.” Facing Kevin as he said it, he then turned to me with those eyes looking into me. “It was really nice meeting you. I wanted to take the time as Kevin said what a great guy you are. I apologize. Perhaps we can meet up again?”
This last statement came to me as, “ We will meet again” . I knew he said it differently but that is not what I heard.
Smiling and holding my gaze for what seemed like an eternity, he turned and walked toward the end of the pier.
Kevin and I both looked at him wondering why he was not leaving the pier but going out to the end of it.
“Maybe he’s meeting someone at the other end”, Kevin said, looking a bit unnerved.
Trying to understand what just happened and why I felt so strange, I raised my voice.
“WHERE DID YOU MEET HIM?” I asked.
“That’s the strange part. A week ago, I was in that music shop on Santa Monica Blvd. near Lincoln. I thought I might get a new guitar and mine needed tuning. Then I got in a conversation with the owner about maybe taking some lessons. You know they offer them there and they have some of the hottest artists as customers. Why two weeks ago I saw…”
“KEVIN! HOW did you meet him!!?
Kevin looked up, having stopped in mid-sentence and chuckled. He knew when he rambled on and on it got on my nerves. Kevin and I met in a summer class at USC in 2011 with both of us studying, of all things, French. We needed a filler to meet requirements to graduate next year. His French was horrible.
After class one day, he ended up asking me, “Que diriez-vous d’aller boire un verre?” I later learned he had a translation website set up on his phone.
“A drink?” I had asked. He looked embarrassed and glanced back at his phone.
“Sorry”, he said, grinning. “Yes. Would you go for a drink with me tonight?”
We ended up going to The Abbey in West Hollywood for five hours and he ended up having to call a taxi to get home. We had many other nights hanging out.
Last week he was all agog with having met Charlie and was ranting on about how hot this guy was and what a great time they had had. He said I HAD to meet him, and he’d set it up.
Kevin stopped his giggle fest and said,” While I was in the music shop, I heard this incredible music someone was playing in one of the acoustic rooms. The door was ajar so I could look in a bit. This guy was running the strings like I had never seen playing some classical piece I’d never heard. Well, suddenly he saw me looking at him and stopped playing.”
Kevin seemed to pull into a trance of some sort and stopped talking with his eyes fixed on some far away scene.
“Uh…Kevin. Earth to Kevin,” I said.
He snapped back to reality and said, “Sorry. I can’t put my finger on it, but he always affects me that way when I think of him and that first meeting.