Page 55 of Hold You Close
“Don’t be silly,” she laughs.
She did break my fucking heart. She made me break my own, that’s what she did. I was head over heels in love with that girl. I was just waiting for the perfect chance to touch her, kiss her, love her, and then I got it only to have to walk away.
No one sees that, though.
“I need to get some sleep, Mom. The kids are fine, adjusting, as we all are. I need to find someone to watch them tonight and now over the weekend, since London has other shit she needs to do.”
“I wish I could help.”
I wish she could too. Mom would’ve had these kids off to school with lunches made and a three-course breakfast in their stomachs. I sent them with Pop-Tarts and a few bucks to buy lunch. I’m just impressed I remembered to give them cash at this point.
“I’ll talk to you soon.”
She sighs. “Okay, honey, have them call me today so we can chat.”
“I will.”
“And don’t forget to call a real estate agent about the house. That needs to go on the market.”
Oh, shit. I forgot about the house. “Hey, Mom, do you think you could maybe do that? I’ve really got my hands full with the kids.”
She sighs heavily. “I knew I should have stayed there. Do you want me to come back?”
“No!” The last thing I need is two women who think I’m a useless dickhead up in my face all the time. “No need for that. If you could just make the phone call, that would be great.”
She sighs heavily. “Fine, I’ll take care of the house. You stay focused on the children, and don’t shut London out when she tries to help.”
“Thanks for calling. Bye, Mom.” I flop back down on my bed, and catch a whiff of London’s perfume. I roll over onto my stomach, inhaling everything that is her.
How can you hate someone so much and yet want them at the same time?
She frustrates the fuck out of me, and all I want is to bury my dick inside her right now.
Memories flash through my mind of how unbelievable this morning was. How perfectly I fit inside her. How she moaned my name, clenching her pussy so tight around me I thought I’d die from how good it felt.
Great, I’m fucking hard now.
The doorbell rings, since I’m apparently never allowed to sleep again.
I trudge to the door still semi-hard, but it’s nothing my housekeeper hasn’t seen before. Jeanette has been with me for nine years. She was my housekeeper when I was married to the cunt, Jolene, and I took her with me. She’s cleaned up more than her fair share, but she loves me unconditionally. Unlike the other women in my life.
“Jean—” I start to say with a smile, but the smile falls when I see who it really is.
“You have some nerve!” London glares as she pushes against my chest. “You think you can just say whatever you want to hurt me? You think you’re so much better than me? Huh?”
“Why don’t you come in?” I ask sarcastically as I close the door behind her.
“Fuck you and your asshole comments. I’m so tired of it. I’m not running anywhere. You want to talk, then be an adult and talk!”
“I don’t want to talk,” I say, moving toward her. “I don’t want to say a fucking word to you. You said it all this morning.”
She huffs and tosses her purse on the hall table. “What? What did I say that has you so pissed off that you treat me as though I’m just some insignificant slut in your life?”
It’s not what she says, it’s what she doesn’t say. I’ve had it with this shit. I thought if we kept it buried, it would die, but it seems I was wrong.
“I think you’ve got this all wrong, sweetheart.” I get closer to her, my fingers just grazing her wrist. “I never treated you like that. You’re the one who called it sex and left. You’re the one that said we weren’t good together.”
Her breath hitches and she steps back. “No, we’re not doing this again. You’re not going to use your charm on me this time. I’m wide awake now and we’re going to talk about everything!”
