Wolf in Sheep Clothing

Wolf in Sheep Clothing

A Story by Kathrine Rethorn
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Just a cute little romance about to young people learning what love really means.

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Her smile stretched ear to ear as she watched the love of her life walk towards her. His long golden hair blew behind him catching the breeze like a superhero's cape. His long T-shirt and jeans did nothing to hide his wrestler’s physique. Every step he took she could see his abdomen tighten as his six pack danced. Ever swing of his arms made his biceps ripple and bulge. Sex with legs was the description she gave anyone curious enough to ask of him. 
“Thomas!” She shouted before running full speed and jumping at the last second right into his arms. 
He caught her and twirled her around with ease. She squealed with delight, blood rushing to her head making her a dizzy mess. Her feet hit the ground and his lip where on her before she knew what was happening. Cynthia lost all breath at that point, the only thing keeping her from eating dirt was Thomas's arms wrapped around her waist. 
“Kitten, you need to stop that in public.” He murmured breathlessly, she couldn't help but laugh. Although his words said no his eyes screamed something else entirely. God, she could brown in those deep ocean blues. 
Cynthia pushed her hands up to the nap of his neck, running her finger into his hair, just as he liked. “How about you look at my eyes when you say that and convince me, huh?” She gave a flirtatious wink then sauntered away. 
The quick footsteps she could hear behind her made her heart flutter. He would follow her anywhere she knew that with the all of her heart. 
And she wielded that love like a weapon of mass destruction. His family was wealthy and she poor He had connections that she could never dream of. With him by her sides she could go anywhere; walk whatever path in life she wanted not hindered by her financial burdens or social status. 
Cynthia stopped suddenly, Thomas had a tight hold of her hand, expression serious. Fear spiked, a hundred needles stabbed into her. Doubt immediately consumed her whole being binding her in tight ropes to where she couldn't even move. What if she had been wrong? Had she let her true intentions slip? 
She loved him, honest to god, but did she love him as much as she loved his privileges? Of course not. Greed was sewn into her DNA from the moment she was conceived. Cynthia’s father was a famous gambler, mother a lecherous w***e and she the concoction they brewed.  Greed, lust, and envy was a deadly mix inside of her. 
Now he had both of her hands, they were up to his lips, his warm soft lips, pressed against the tips of her freezing fingers. Cynthia stared at his chest, she couldn't bring herself to look into his honest eyes, everything would be there. His broken heart would scream at her, the betrayal he felt would attack her heart without mercy.  
She could feel him lower himself to the ground, both knees digging into the grit of the cobblestone sidewalk. Thomas wasn't going to let her be a coward. Thomas was everything Cynthia wasn’t: strong, dependable, brave and honorable. The love that Thomas had for her was pure and pristine, not smudged and defiled with sins like hers.d
Gently, oh so gently, he pulled her to the ground with him. The pebbles digging into her bare legs went unnoticed. Then he palmed her cheek and forced their eyes to meet. 
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Thomas knew that his Cynthia was not who she claimed to be. She wasn't as sweet and loving as she acted. He knew all she wanted was his last name. But as he kneeled on the ground staring into her bottomless hazel eyes he couldn't help but love every bit of her. 
Deep down, he could see the flame she held for him. Every night that they laid down together curled up in satin sheet she would sigh and every muscle in her body became flaccid. The strain that pulled at her features throughout the day would melt into a content smile just before she falls into a blissful sleep. That, he knows, isn't a lie. 
Cynthia wasn’t who she said she was, but nor was she who she thought. The amount of cats and dogs she keeps in her trailer to take care of, to feed even before she feeds herself shows it. The prayers her hears her whisper every night about the parents that abandoned her prove it. He let his hand fall from her smooth porcelain skin to the back pocket of his jeans where he hid the red velvet box, her favorite color. 
“Cynthia,” Thomas whispered, “My kitten, my world.” Her chin was trembling, and he had to hold back the smile, she had no idea the kind of expression she sported. The sun was setting behind her, the purple and yellow hues looked like a halo surrounding her. The cool wind rustled her hair, strands catching on her damp cheeks. 
“T-Thomas I-” 
“Sh sh sh.” He cut off her apology and continued, “Look at me. Look at how much I love you.” She wouldn't; Her eyes were staring unblinkingly at the darkening skies. He had to pinch her cheeks between his forefinger and thumb and force her eyes down while shoving the box in her face.  “I know everything. I love your everything, not just the mask you put on every morning just for me, but the face behind all that. The lust for money, the want and need for a better life. I love the sweet gushy parts of your heart your refuse to see. When your eyes cloud over with guilt every time you ask me for a favor, I love you even more.”
The salty tears she tried to reign inside were raining down and soaking his hands. He didn't stop and with a flick of his wrist, he revealed the gold ring covered in small rubies. “Cynthia, marry me. Every version of you. Marry me with everything you have. I can take it. On my life, I swear to you.” 
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Thomas words were shrill in Cynthia’s ears. She couldn’t comprehend what he was saying. Marry? He wanted to marry her knowing this whole relationship had been built on lies and deceit? Sobs began wracking her body. 
The ring he held in front of her was beautiful, probably had cost him more than a fortune. She could probably buy a new house, make a small payment on a brand new Ferrari then pay off the national debt with the money left over. And still, with these thoughts at the forefront of her mind, he was willing to accept her? 
“You can’t!” She shouted. 
His smile was so sincere just like the rest of him. 
She tried to pull away to run from this. Thomas wouldn't have it and he pulled her into his lap, long legs acted as iron poles around her, holding her in place. The ring still under her nose, his hot breath in her hair. 
“I’ve never lied to my kitten. Marry me.” He breathed.
He has willingly fallen into the trap that she has built over so many years. And now that he was laying before like a delicious dessert she couldn't bring herself to take a bite. The rejection was once again on the tip of her tongue but he clung to her back. 
“I'll wait. For as long as I need too. I’d wait an eternity right here until my body rotted away. Until the maggots devoured me. Without you, I’m an empty carcass anyway that has no meaning.”  Thomas pleaded with his deep gravely voice that could make her toes curl. 
With that, Cynthia's fate was sealed. Her head fell back against his shoulder and then she buried her face in his neck. She turned her whole body; wrapping her legs around his torso, arms around his neck, clutching tightly.
“I wanna go home.” She choked out. Thomas laughed and as it vibrated through her, warming her from the inside out, she wondered if this light airy feeling in her chest was what love truly felt like. 

© 2017 Kathrine Rethorn


Author's Note

Kathrine Rethorn
Once again bare with the horrible grammar. It's not my strong suit but I do my best.

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Oh how I do wish I was in their world, and could experience the greatness that is young love. I see a lot of movement in this story, everything is bodily, and confrontational. It really makes me envy those who have this in real life, on a daily basis. Is it like this every day for them? Sometimes I wonder if the sorrow of loss is as bad as the lack of even experiencing a lover. Having felt nothing but the latter all my life, It always puzzles me. Good story!

Posted 7 Years Ago


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yep your grammer is better than mine this is a good story

Posted 7 Years Ago


Oh how I do wish I was in their world, and could experience the greatness that is young love. I see a lot of movement in this story, everything is bodily, and confrontational. It really makes me envy those who have this in real life, on a daily basis. Is it like this every day for them? Sometimes I wonder if the sorrow of loss is as bad as the lack of even experiencing a lover. Having felt nothing but the latter all my life, It always puzzles me. Good story!

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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My name is Kathrine Rethorn. Obviously, I am a writer. Stories and poems. I focus on realistic horror, romance, occasional erotica and mystery. Themes are usually dark or serious. I have some hobbie.. more..

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