The Night Before I Knew Him Novels & Stories

The kids and pets were in the guest room sleeping while the adults were drinking and dancing. This was my engagement night and it was the best night of my life. "Sweet Lady would you be my sweet love for a lifetime?" I sang to Alessandro who was sitting on the couch with a glass of whiskey. "I'll be there when you need me. Just call and receive me." I ran my hand down his beautiful face and he watched me with a smile.

He knows me too well to fall for my tricks. "I know what you're trying to do man, but guess what?? I’m not letting you off so easy." He started firmly, giving me a look that said he meant what he was talking about. "I've got no idea of what you're talking about," I responded faking ignorance and pretending to be busy with the file in front of me. "Come on man, You know I came for the juicy details... Tell me, where did you guys spend the night? Your place or hers?" He enquired too eagerly.

I have an ability that I can't tell anyone about—whenever I'm intimate with my girlfriend, I can see what she was doing exactly one hour earlier. In the past, what I see is her secretly buying sexy lingerie to surprise me; or her carefully following a recipe to cook my favorite dishes; or her nervously standing in front of a mirror, checking her makeup and dress over and over as she nervously prepares to propose to me. For seven years, everything she does in that one hour is always about me. Until three days before our wedding. The moment she kisses me, a vision suddenly flashes before my eyes. In a dimly lit lounge, she has my best friend, Tyler Reed, pinned against the door. He turn

Right now it is not controlled at all. “How long did he know,” I say. “He was there when I felt it.” His voice is low. Careful in a different way than his usual careful, the way you are careful around something that is already damaged and you are afraid of your own hands. “The night of the solstice run. When you crossed the ridge and I—” He stops. Starts again. “He saw my face. He knew before I said anything.”

My heart rushed so fast that I thought I would faint. I looked at Noah. He was pale. Completely quiet. And suddenly I noticed something. Not to her. To him. Something in his sight. No shock. Not quite. It's a recognition. My blood is freezing. I slowly turned to him. “You... knew that.” He looked at me. And for a moment I saw the man standing in the night before the elevator had. The man whose look hit me far too intensively at the first meeting had. Like he's known me.

The slam of the latch echoed through me like a promise. I turned to face him, my back hitting the door as he leaned close, towering, his chest rising and falling too fast. The shadows in his eyes looked darker than usual, fierce and unreadable. “You knew,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I knew,” he admitted, his tone low, ragged. He pressed his palm flat against the door beside my head. “I wanted to tell you—God, I wanted to—but if I had, you would have looked at me with that same shock I saw tonight, and I wasn’t ready for that. I couldn’t…”

How did he know about my love for horror movies, ¿was he spying on me? -¿Can I ask you something? -Go ahead. -¿Why are you so interested in me? You barely know me. -You're wrong, I already knew you before. -¿Yes? -Yes, I see you don't remember me. -¿We already knew each other? -It's all my father's fault, if he hadn't. -I don't understand. -I don't understand. -It doesn't matter, I'm glad you accepted. I'll see you tonight. I'll see you tonight.

I sat in silence for a moment, tapping my fingers on the desk. Dinner with the Fosters. What a damn circus this was turning out to be. But something told me tonight would be different. Something was coming. I could feel it. And whatever it was, I’d be ready. I leaned back in my chair, jaw tight. These people will do anything to get what they want. I grabbed the bottle, poured a heavy shot of whiskey, and let it burn all the way down—trying to steady myself for whatever storm was brewing tonight.

But here I was, in his hotel room, drinking, laughing, and sharing secrets with a man I had just met. There was something about him—something familiar, like I had met him before. As the night wore on, my vision blurred, signaling that I was getting drunk. I stretched and stood up. “I’d love to go home now, stranger. By 9 AM, I need to be awake—I have work early in the morning.” I walked over to where he sat, playing with his tie. My legs felt wobbly, but I needed to get my bag, grab my phone, and call Maya to pick me up.

Iris pov. Almost as soon as he hit the bed, I fell asleep wrapped in his warmth but I could still hear the faint echo of his voice saying goodnight in my ears. For the first time in a long time, I dreamt. About my mom, the torture room and Vince being jealous. It blended together into an award winning dream, that I did not want to wake up from. “Vince..” I called out as I touched the space where Vince had laid on, but he wasn't there.