Page 31 of Accidentally Perfect

We are both breathless, heaving, trying to catch our breaths. I can feel the cum seeping from my pussy, probably running down between Nathan’s ass right now, but I don’t care. I don’t think he does either. This is bliss. It’s just the two of us, living in the moment before we're forced to live in reality. The slam of the front door startles us both. “What the fuck!” Nathan grabs me and rolls me to the side. In an instant, he’s up, and putting his sweat pants on.

“Laney!” Michael comes bursting into the room.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Nathan yells.

Michael’s eyes go from me sitting on the bed holding the sheet up to cover my naked body, to Nathan where he is bare-chested standing next to the bed. “Michael what are you doing here? How did you get in?” I scream.

“What the fuck are you doing in my wife’s house? Get the fuck out of her room!” Michael’s eyes don’t leave me. “Stop looking at her before I smash your pretty boy face in.”

“It’s all over the news, Laney.”

“I said get out!” Nathan steps forward. Michael doesn’t move. “What’s all over the news?” Nathan turns and gives me a hardened look.

“The fact that you married him. Look.”

Michael takes a sidestep to get around Nathan. He holds up a gossip rag, and there it is displayed in bold black lettering, Evening Edition: ‘Playboy GI Joe Badass, Nathan Whitmore Marries Ms. Nobody Laney Richards’. Holy crap, how in the hell did they find out? Did someone at the hospital tell the goddamn gossip rags? Why am I making speculations? I know exactly who it was. I’m sure it was none other than my mother who would sell this fucking story to the tabloids. “Nathan, give me that. Michael, get out of my room. How did you even get in?” He hands the paper to Nathan.

“I still have the spare keys. I’ll be downstairs, but I’m not leaving. There are reporters and a shit load of paparazzi out front. I came in through the back.”

“Fuck!” Nathan is not happy and slams the door once Michael is out. “I’m sorry, sweet girl. This is the last thing you need right now. The girls don’t need all this attention.”

“It’s not your fault. I know it was my mother. Let me see the paper.” I take it from him, and I begin to read. I feel the bed dip next to me.

“Multi-billionaire, Nathaniel Joseph Riley-Whitmore is officially off the market. Thewomen of Manhattan are in mourning as their chances to snag this hot commodity has disappeared overnight. Sources close to the couple say they met and wed this weekend while in Las Vegas,Nevada. Some say it was a dare amongst friends, some say it was an alcohol related incident, andothers say that Ms. Richards saw dollar signs and all but dragged Whitmore down the aisle. Butwhat we know for certain is that while the new Mrs. Whitmore was out west having her drunkenfun, her twin girls were in a serious car accident with their biological father. Sources confirmboth girls have been admitted to New York Presbyterian Hospital. Talk about mother of the year,people. It's been confirmed through the Las Vegas City Hall that everything is legit and proper;paperwork was filed. They are officially married. Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore may be gallivantingthrough Europe without any knowledge that two little girls have been injured. The question now is, ‘Where is Mommy Dearest and Daddy Warbucks’?”

“It’s my mother. I know it is. She’s the one who leaked the story. I’m sure of it. Damn her!”

“How do you know?”

“It’s her. She has always wanted her family and her name in the headlines. I’m shocked that her name isn’t somewhere in the article. I’m surprised she didn’t tell the media that she’s the one who performed the damn ceremony. Damn it!” I stomp my foot; I know it’s a little childish, but it’s one thing after another with her. “How could she smear me like this? Make me seem like I’m a shit mother. If she didn’t think so highly of herself and her maternal instinct, I wouldn’t be having this problem. Those girls are my life, and she never sees it. She always thinks she knows how to be a better mother. It’s fucking unbelievable.” I get up from the bed and head to the shower. I need to get cleaned up and head back to the hospital.

“What do you need me to do, Laney? What can I do to help, other than escort Michael from the property?”

“I need you to go into the girls’ room. It’s the first door on the right when you come off the stairs on the second floor and grab the horses off each of their beds. They usually sleep with them, and I’m sure tonight will be no different. I’m gonna jump in the shower so we can go. I’ll deal with her in the morning.” I look at the clock and see it’s already eleven. I’m sure the girls are up.