The Sequels to Syrrah's Game SGSequels

chapter 58

Wednesday, September 27th, 5:23 PM

Grand Marais, MN


“Not sure I really need your help,” Syrrah explained, after the elevator door opened and Neraeh began guiding her out. “I think I’m better.”

Neraeh released her hold. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Let me try to walk on my own.”

“Okay. Just follow me then.”

Heading left, Neraeh walked down a dark, short hallway, about ten feet in length. Syrrah walked behind her. And it did appear to be true; walking felt easier again.

They both arrived by a door. Neraeh gave a few good knocks, though not too loudly. “Evan. It’s me, Neraeh. Can you please open the door?”

Didn’t take long and the door opened. Evan now stood before them, yet in that tight-fitting black T-shirt, revealing his massive, strong body. Syrrah studied his face. His eyes appeared sad, like hope lost.

But then his eyes became narrow, darkened slits. “Neraeh. Why did you bring Syrrah up here? She shouldn’t be up above ground!”

“It’s my fault,” Syrrah said. “She helped me. Can I…can I please come in? I just wanted to see you.”

“Sure, but this is very risky.” Evan reached out and gently clutched her hand.

Neraeh backed up, so she was not in the way. “I’m heading downstairs. But, yeah, Syrrah, you and Evan need to come back down soon. Besides, you guys must be hungry. It’s around dinner time now.”

“Was hungry,” Evan said. “Sort of lost my appetite, for now. But yeah, we’ll be down soon. Don’t worry.”

“Yes, Neraeh,” Syrrah said. “We will. I promise.”

“All right. See you soon.” Neraeh walked away.

Evan led Syrrah into the room.

The room was awash with light, from large, nearly floor to ceiling glass doors, spread wide, taking up nearly the entire wall on the room’s right side.  So similar to the brightness in the Embassy hotel room, earlier today. The memory of his body entrapping her on that bed, his face, his eyes so close, and his passionate attack, his deep kisses, made an uncontrollable shiver pass through her body.

He paused in his steps and eyed her over. “Is something wrong?”

She slipped her hand away from his grasp and fanned her face a moment. “No…I’m…I’m okay.”

“I don’t think you are.”

He took hold of her right hand again, leading her toward another large, king-sized bed. Dr. K obviously filled his guest rooms with the very best, opulent furniture. The bed was covered in a light maroon blanket, with many maroon-colored throw pillows. She turned and gazed out the tall glass doors, exits to a balcony, and viewed stunning beauty; a small grass-covered lawn led up to a forest of pine trees, and other leafy trees, their leaves turning color from the beginning of fall. No other homes or buildings could be seen. But most impressive was a clearing beyond the tree border that enabled a view of an enormous lake, like an ocean. “Is that Lake Superior?”

“Yes. And a view to the town of Grand Marais.” He brought her to the foot of the large bed. “Here. Sit down.”

She did, on a comfortable portion of the bed’s edge. She glanced at the carpet by her slipper-covered feet. Pure white yet it showed no dirt stains. 

Evan stepped over to the left end of the wall of glass doors and seized a hanging curtain rod. He walked along to the right, bringing with him a wide spread of white, thick curtains, until he completely blocked the outside view. “We can’t have anyone seeing you.”

“Yeah, but there’s nothing out there, Evan.”

“So it may seem.” He walked near her, eying her in a strong, intense manner, yet his eyes held pain, and coldness. But he then headed to the left end of the room, where a wide doorway opened into a small room with a large, modern washtub and a soft white chair, at least from her view. This other room was squared-off by more tall windows, giving another picture to the beautiful outdoor surroundings.

“Is that a bathroom?” she asked.

Evan walked into this small room. “Yeah, it is.” He turned toward the window in this room facing Lake Superior and stared quietly.

She held her gaze on him. She wanted to ask him what’s wrong, but it was obvious. “So, this must be another one of Doctor K’s guest rooms.”

“Yes, that’s correct. He said I could hang out here, cool down a bit. He knew I was agitated.”

She swallowed to relieve her dry throat, but it didn’t help much. “I’m sorry, Evan. I am sorry you are agitated.”

“Don’t worry. I’m fine now.” He looked at her straight on. “Tate’s a good guy. He’s going to become a doctor. He is…he is the perfect guy for you.”

She stared at him, disbelief filling her heart. “I don’t know why you’re saying that.”

“You know exactly why, Syrrah. Please. Don’t play dumb with me.” He turned away and looked out the window again. 

“But we are supposed to be together, you’re supposed to look out for me.”

“Yeah. Says some goofy nerd who likes channeling in his spare time. Like I’m supposed to believe him? Though don’t get me wrong, something phenomenal, incredible has happened, with you, with all of this, but I don’t now want to interfere with your life. I mean, who am I to do that?”

She couldn’t keep sitting on the bed. She pressed her hands down onto the soft blanket and slowly stood up.

“Syrrah, what are you doing?” He rushed over to her and took hold of her hand. “You should just sit down.”

She looked up at him, way up. He was so much taller than her, compared to when she was Dana. “But, I can walk better now. Since rushing up the steps with Neraeh. It seemed to help. Can’t I just…stand by the corner there? I’ll stay away from the window.”

He sighed. “Sure.” He helped her walk the fifteen feet or so to the corner by the bathroom.

She held on to the side of the bathroom’s doorway. And he stood in the same spot as before, folded his arms across the black T-shirt covering his chest and stared out the window again, in the direction of Lake Superior.

“Umm, well, Neraeh, she told me the full account, of what happened to you, you know, when you were in the hull.”

He looked at her. “Oh yeah, she did? Damn. Quite the intense story, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes, definitely. Very intense, and disturbing.”

He let out a short laugh and directed his eyes out the window again. “Yeah. Wouldn’t you know it. At another rich guy’s home, with a view.”

“You mean, Robert?”

“It was his cousin’s place, actually, and his cousin wasn’t that rich. A home on a hillside, out in the country, and with neighbors. But same sort of amazing view. In Australia. I’ll never forget it.”

She kept a secure hold on the side of the doorway and secretly glanced all over him, as his eyes were occupied with the outside. His tall height compared to hers was unnerving but somehow drawing her to him even more. “I have something…I’ll never forget, too.”

“What is that?” He faced her, his eyes curious.

“Neraeh told me more of the details, but I’m rather sure I knew the first time I heard it. In Casper. When you called out to me.”

“I did.”

“And I heard you.” The memory came plummeting back, like an avalanche, filling her mind and body with that same awful sensation. “I was tired, exhausted, in pain, suffering again.” She shuddered a moment, but then made it stop. “Near the end, really, of ever wanting to live another moment.” But her body wasn’t done yet. She began shaking uncontrollably, and felt the intense emotion his voice had delivered. “Syrrah.” She started crying. “I heard you.” She placed her trembling hand across her forehead, draping her eyes, and stared at the white carpet below. “But I knew…I had to be imagining things.” She wiped her eyes and nose and looked up at him. His face had softened, his eyes maybe even tearful. “But when I heard this, it gave me hope, Evan, more than anything else ever did since I was Dana.”

He was blinking a lot. He wiped his nose with one curt swipe, and then gave her a brief smile. “I just wanted a response, to see if what Neraeh had told us could even be true.” 


His breathing appeared to be increasing. He stared at her, concern now in his eyes. “What is it, Syrrah?”

“Can you please…can you please, just hold me?”

His expression softened even more. “Of course I can.”

She moved forward, to get near him when her slipper caught on some sort of threshold metal piece between the bedroom and bathroom, causing her to fall. But he instantly reached down and caught her before she landed on the floor. He lifted her up into his arms, one arm under her knees, the other around her back and carried her out of the small room.

“I got you, my 95-pound weakling, don’t you worry.”

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “I’m not that weak, you know.”

“No, no, of course you’re not.” He held her comfortably, closely and brought her to the foot of the bed. He sat her down gently on the bed and then sat next to her.

She immediately encircled her arms around him, nuzzling close to his chest. “I’m so sorry, Evan, about Tate.”

He wrapped his arms around her too, drawing her even closer. “It’s all right, Syrrah, it’s all right.”

She knew what she had to do, and the consequences would be whatever they would be. She softly slinked herself up until she was near his ear, her hands feeling his massive shoulders, gently sliding over near his muscular neck. “Evan.” 

“What, baby?”

“This is…this is very hard for me to tell you…just, well, because of past events, you know, with Dana.”

“But you’re not Dana anymore. Just tell me, baby, it will be all right.”

She inhaled a quiet, deep breath, exhaling it gently. “I am…so, so deeply in love with you, Evan, and I can barely breathe when you’re not by me.” The emotional overload came crushing down. She began crying again. She closed her eyes and rested her face onto his shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Evan, I’m so sorry.”

He smoothed and twisted his arms around her like a vise grip, firmly though gently, making her feel completely trapped. “Shhh, baby. It’s all right. And you know I’m so deeply in love with you, which is why I came up here. Didn’t feel like getting my heart crushed.”

“Evan.” She began to break away from their embrace, so she could see him.

He sensed what she was doing and loosened his arms. “What is it, baby?” His words flowed as a soothing whisper.

She leaned back, demurely wiped her nose and eyes, and looked into his handsome face. 

His gaze was down, but then he looked at her; tears yet glistened in his eyes, but so did intense feelings.

His words and endearing behavior were more than she could contain. She gently touched, stroked the side of his stubble-rough cheek with her fingertips, and then softly caressed the other side of his face. That old Dana resistance felt completely broken. She had wanted this for so long, more than he could ever realize. She leaned up and pressed her lips onto his mouth, seizing the sides and back of his head with her hands, and began kissing him passionately.

But he only allowed this for some moments before she quickly realized she had awoken that hot-blooded animal from earlier in the day, in the hotel room, taking her out of his league completely; with one powerful, sweeping motion, she felt her small body lift up from her sitting position, secure in his close embrace, until she lay beneath him on the bed, the back of her head buried deeply into the pillows. He sealed one arm around her back, and with his other, he used his hand to spread her right leg outward, until nestling himself between her legs. He forced her lips open with his tongue, plunging his tongue deep within her mouth, kissing her relentlessly, the stubble from his shaved skin gently prickling her from his rough kissing. Her breathing increased, her heart pounded erratically, and uncontrollable whimpers came from somewhere within her voice. But his intense passion felt so, so damn good. She wrapped her hands around the back of his head, his shoulders, however she could, and pressed him closer, and closer.

Yet then he slowly decreased his intense kissing, embraces, until finally giving one last warm, lush kiss on her lips. He lifted himself off her and lay to her left side, though he kept his arm wrapped around her, keeping her close.

She opened her eyes, only able to see halfway, having succumbed to heavy, bedroom eyes, and gazed into his face, his own eyes looking back at her in the same manner. “Evan.” Her voice came as a breathless whisper. “That felt so good, what you were doing. Why did you stop, did I do something wrong?”

He lifted his hand and softly stroke his fingertips along the side of her face. “No, baby, not at all.” He smiled at her, his smile seeming to show true contentment, and elation. “You felt so good to me too.”

“Then, can I…still kiss you, for a while?”

“Just wait, hon. I have a question for you. How were you able to get away from me, earlier today, on the bed in the Hilton?”

“You mean, because we fell asleep together. Umm…well…that is a good question. I…I don’t know. All I know, is, I turned on my back, and your arms loosened, and then I simply slipped away and sat up on the side of the bed. I didn’t want to wake you. I didn’t want you to know, what I wanted to do. So, you were still soundly sleeping, and I just got up, and eventually left. It is sort of odd, that you didn’t wake up, even with the door shutting close. It wasn’t like you, not at all.”

“Yeah, see. I totally believe, part of the problem, if not all of it, was me. I wasn’t supposed to have basically assaulted you like I did, nearly raping you. Because, believe me, baby, like I told you then, you were very, very close to that. And damn, I hate even mentioning it now.” He sighed in disgusted manner and stared toward the ceiling for some seconds. He turned his gaze back to her. “Syrrah. I have to tell you something. The whole reason I decided to meet with Neraeh, and then drive the three of us to Casper, to see you as Dana, was because…well, this is difficult for me to tell you…I did sort of force myself, on my girlfriend, Heidi.”

“You did? Why, though?”

“And I’m glad you asked why. Because, prior to, and during, all I could see, was you, Syrrah. And then, of course, I did the worst possible thing any guy could ever do, while in such an intimate encounter, and I called her by your name, while…while making love to her.” He closed his eyes tightly and shook his head, cringing his body even. He turned his head and stared up at the ceiling again and let out an exasperated breath. “Sorry. I just had to tell you that.”

“Neraeh told me Heidi broke up with you. I guess that’s why.” 

“Yeah, I suppose you could say that.”

“The angel that used to be bad. Limati. You think that was done for you to see me in her?”

He looked at her. “I don’t know. Maybe. I don’t even want to think about it anymore. My ex means nothing to me now.” He closed his eyes, and sighed, remaining quiet for some seconds. He opened his eyes, staring deeply into her gaze. “I only want to think about you, Syrrah. Only you.” 

“Oh, Evan. You are wrong, to blame yourself so much.” She did like he had done to her, gently stroking the sides of his face, even cupping his face with her hand, for some moments, until resting her hand on his muscular arm. “True, no girl wants to be beaten, or abused by her boyfriend, and when you said forceful, I’m sure you didn’t mean in a cruel, vicious manner, right?”

“Oh yeah but of course. I meant the kind, that, even if you said no, I still would have, but it would have been only due to intense love and extreme passion, nothing to hurt you, Syrrah.”

“I figured, just a terminology discrepancy. But, yeah, I mean…to me, having a man passionately want you, an uncontrollable desire to make love to you, well, that is a most beautiful thing, Evan, especially if the feelings are mutual. It felt so, so good to me, to have you want me like that. I never wanted it to end.”

“Mmm, baby, and I never, ever wanted it to end too.” He gently grasped her hand on his arm and brought the back of her hand to his lips, giving a soft, sweet kiss on her skin. His kiss felt mountains better than Tate’s same type of kiss. He continued to hold her hand, near his chest. “I could make love to you, forever, Syrrah.”

She closed her eyes, her breathing increasing. “Evan, please, can we…can we please do what we were just doing?” She gazed at him with pleading, half-open eyes. “Please. I need to kiss you again, please.”

“Mmm, I want to so much, baby, you have no idea, but I really think I need to implement some control here, for both of us. Besides. Any minute now, someone from the Art and Kamal brigade is going to be knocking on that door, mark my word.”

She smiled and let out a brief giggle. “Yeah, they probably will.”

“Though fortunately, the door locks automatically once anyone walks in here. It’s guaranteed to be locked now. And one more thing. There could be another one of Doctor K’s hidden cameras in here, although I checked everywhere so far and didn’t see one. But still, you never know.”

“Yeah, okay, I see what you mean.” He released her hand and she immediately wrapped her arm around him, nuzzling close to his chest. “I just want to be near you. Is it all right if I stay close to you now?”

“Of course, of course, baby.” He smoothed his hand up and down along her back. 

“I’m so in love with you, so in love with you,” she whispered. “I would let you…I would let you do anything to me.”

“Aww shhh, baby, now don’t go saying that, you’re gonna bring out Evan’s very, very hot, lustful side, and that’s the last thing we need right now.”

She smiled, and giggled softly. “I’m sorry, I guess I can’t help myself.”

“It’s all right, hon.” He pressed her closer to himself but continued to stroke her back, his closeness to her body feeling so comforting, so healing. “And Syrrah, don’t for one second think I didn’t like you kissing me like you did, I absolutely loved what you were doing. But, I want you to think about something. You need me, and I have a very strong desire to have you, be with you. We have this bond, okay? And I don’t like saying this, really, but I am going to anyway. You are mine, and no one is taking you away from me. Do you understand?”

She leaned back until she could look into his eyes, dark eyes that were serious, dead serious, even frightening; he was definitely not kidding around. She could only think of one thing to say. “I do...understand. I think…I think…well, we should get married then.”

His frightening eyes softened, but then other intensity appeared in his gaze. “Aww, baby, a second thing you shouldn’t have said.”  He moved closer, until planting his mouth on her lips, his shaved skin stubble prickling her face again, but she didn’t care. He wrapped his arm around her and held her close, kissing her intensely like he did earlier, moving most of his upper body over her, but not completely, only wrapping a leg around her legs, bringing on that vise-like trapped feeling. She, in turn, encircled her arms around him, her hand pressing the back of his head, bringing him closer, closer in their deep kissing of each other.

Knocking pounded on the door.

She wanted to jolt away, from hearing the door knock, but Evan didn’t allow it. 

He gradually lifted his mouth from her, giving more of those soft, sweet kisses until ending them altogether. He continued to keep his arms around her, yet positioning her so he could see into her face. He smiled and stared lovingly into her eyes. “Like I said. I figured this would happen.”

“Yeah, you sure did.” Her body weakened, startled yet enamored feelings flowing everywhere, she could only gaze at him through half-open, bedroom eyes. “Evan.”

The knocking pounded again. “Syrrah?” The doorknob was getting turned, but the muffled click noise gave indication it wasn’t budging, locked, like Evan had mentioned. “Syrrah? Are you in there?”

“It’s my dad,” she whispered. “I recognize his voice.”

“Yeah, but it’s definitely locked. I can hear it. No one’s getting in here.” He stared deeply into her eyes, completely ignoring further doorknob clicks. “What is it, baby? Tell me.”  

That overwhelming feeling to cry again, was pushing through but she breathed in deeply, suppressing the sensation, though her body trembled mildly a moment. “I need to tell you again. I am so very much in love with you.”

“And I am so very much in love with you.” He leaned in closer and gave her a warm, loving kiss. He raised his head up and stared into her eyes. “In fact, I know I’m more in love with you, than you are with me.”

“No,” she whispered, gently shaking her head, though looking into his eyes, held transfixed by his powerful gaze, “I think you’re wrong.”

He moved closer and kissed her again, and the door knocking, and repeated words, hailed louder, and louder. Only this time, she could hear Tate’s voice too. Evan released her mouth and looked into her eyes. “Well, my princess,” he said quietly, “here’s the situation. You may not like this, but you need to do it.”

She blinked several times, clearing her love-mesmerized trance. “Why? What is it?” 

“You need to tell your old beau there, Tate, that we are getting married.”

“What?” Her eyes widened, but she made sure to speak quietly. “Really? We are?”

He smiled at her. “Well, yeah, of course, my love. But, the thing is, you need to tell him. He needs to hear it from you. It’s the only way I think he’s going to get it through that thick skull of his that we are a couple, but you and him, are not.”

The knocking, louder than ever, and Dad’s words filled the room again. She looked toward the door. “I’ll be right there, Dad,” she called out. She looked back into Evan’s handsome, dark eyes. “I can do this…I mean, I think I can.”

“I know he intimidates you, baby. I can see that. But I will be right there with you.” He lowered his head and kissed her again, briefly. He gazed into her eyes. “Now, that said, I do want to formerly ask permission, from your father, to marry you, but that will come later. But for now, just remember. I will be right here with you, holding you, protecting you. He cannot do anything to you. Do you understand?”

“Well, I do, but he’s really not that threatening, or intimidating to me, you know.”

“I sense that he is, and this time, you will see what I mean.”

She inhaled and released an unsteady breath. “Well, okay. But I know you can protect me, Evan, and you always want to.”

“Just please, don’t go dodging off in another direction, you know, in front of a speeding truck.”

She smiled, realizing his attempt to minimize the event, but then closed her eyes and sighed. “Oh, damn, Evan. Why did you make me remember that? Ugh. So horrible.”

“I’m sorry, hon. But have you been feeling anything like that, a push to see or do anything reckless, out of character?”

A different thought came into her mind, and she couldn’t help but say it. “Just that I want to take both our clothes off and be naked with you.”

Evan smiled and kissed her again. “Syrrah, baby, what am I going to do with you? And with your dad and ex beau right outside the door?”

She giggled, closed her eyes and held on to him tightly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay. But, seriously, tell me. This is important.” 

She closed her eyes again, thinking. “No, no, I don’t think so.” She gazed at him. “At least not in these past few hours.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, I really think it’s gone. Hopefully forever.”

“I know. I hope so too.”

Before she realized all that had occurred, her thoughts and mind still entrapped by the beautiful, romantic time they shared, Evan had helped her up, made sure her top and pants were smooth, settled properly around her body, and was now leading her toward the door. She asked if her hair was in place, and after he straightened a few strands, he told her yes, she looked fine. And fortunately, her ability to walk felt better, like earlier.

Evan opened the door first and then guided her out into the hallway.