Every love, p.13
Every Love, page 13
“Andrea, sexually we did. But for me it wasn’t for the right reasons. You remind me so much of my ex that when we started to hook up it was just to fill that void. I know it wasn’t the right thing to do and I apologize for that. But I was a mess when we met and when I look at you, I see her. You deserve to be wanted for you. And that’s not healthy for me. I need to move past that part of my life. I need a fresh start.”
“We can have a fresh start together,” she says grabbing my hands. “I’m your type. I can give you everything that you need.” I pull one of mine away and pat the top of hers. “No, you can’t. I’ve moved on,” I finally tell her, fed up with her fucking persistence.
She looks a little stunned and I do feel terrible for hurting her. I really do, but it has to be done. I didn’t want to tell her about El, or even bring her into this, but I can’t have her continue to blow my phone up the way that she has.
“You moved on?” she asks.
“Yeah.”
“When?”
“A while ago.” I smile just thinking of El.
Andrea nods her head as if she finally gets it. “I had no idea. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I truly want nothing but the best for you. Maybe you and Ronnie could make things work?”
“I doubt that.”
“Why?” I ask curiously.
“I told him about you.”
“You did—”
My sentence is cut off by a baseball bat smashing through my window. “Shit, that’s him!” Andrea screams. I start my car and pull out of the parking spot. He hits it again just as I peel off.
“What the fuck?”
“Oh my God, Nate.”
“How the fuck does he know where you are?”
“I don’t know.”
“Dammit,” I scream, looking at my window, so pissed at the situation. “Did you tell him you were gonna see me?”
“No.”
I keep driving, my internal wheels spinning. I always thought one day I’d come face to face with the douchebag, but I never thought that it would be in these circumstances. Looking over at Andrea, she looks fucking scared and I trust that she didn’t tell him, as she says. The crazy fucker must’ve followed her.
I soak down deeper into the warm water of my bathtub and just want to scream. My insides are a mess. Part of me believes Nate; that he has nothing to do with this girl anymore. But the other part of me, the part that is nagging in the back of my head, is telling me that he’s lying. That trusting him is a mistake.
Why else would he have been coming on to me so strongly and making all these huge plans, like wanting me to leave my job? Unless it was a cover up for his lies, to make me think he was more into me than he is, so he could have the best of both worlds. Me and her.
I take a gulp of wine and dry my hand to decline his incoming phone call. I just need some time alone tonight. I need to process everything and figure out what my heart really wants. I told him everything was fine, but then the more time I’ve had to think about things and the more anxious that he seems, I just feel like something isn’t adding up.
He calls me again and this time I sink down into the water, keeping my eyes tightly shut, but…I open my mouth and scream as loud as I can. I need a release. It’s therapeutic. There’s something about letting everything inside of you out, that’s so…calming. Slowly I slide up for air, hoping for clarity and the answers, but instead I come up with heavy breaths and my phone is still ringing. I can’t avoid Nate forever; he’s relentless. For now though, I’m holding out.
I take another drink of wine and decide to get out of the tub. I’ve had far too many glasses and am starting to get light-headed, plus the heat of the water isn’t helping the situation at all. As I stand and dry myself, I do wish Nate was here. I love the way he watches me. So intently and interested in everything that I am doing, but it’s also a shame that he broke my trust. It was so fucking fragile to begin with.
As the depth of the situation that we are in swirls in my head, I wonder if anything that we have is real. For all I know, he is seeing that girl too and he’s been with her all along. I pray that he isn’t. I don’t want to think that he would just string me along. But…maybe he would. What do I really know about him anyways?
After all, I didn’t even know about her. I thought that the last person he had been with was Arion. The wine is settling in and my body is so relaxed. I let my towel drop to the floor and get into my bed. As confusing as everything has been, I still miss Nate, his arms around me, his soft lips on my skin, and the noises he makes as he falls asleep…
Suddenly, I wake to loud banging and the faint sound of my name. I’m disoriented and it takes me a minute to pull my thoughts together. The banging continues and I realize that it’s my front door. Getting up, I grab my towel from the floor and stumble to answer it.
Glancing out the peephole, it’s Nate. Instinctively, I open the door. He looks exhausted, but so sexy.
“What the fuck, El?” he questions me, barging inside and closing the door behind him. “I’ve been calling you for hours. Thank God you’re all right.”
“I’m sorry,” I clear my throat. “I fell asleep after a bath and didn’t hear my phone.”
“Is everything okay?” he asks, clearly worried.
I nod my head and walk to my couch. I’m not about to get into the details of the mindfuck that I’ve been living.
He sits next to me, making sure that we are touching. “I’ve been so worried about you.”
“I didn’t mean to worry you.”
“I’m just glad you’re okay,” he says pulling my body against his. I give right in, nuzzling as close to him as I can. He smells breathtaking; his scent calms me giving me a sense of comfort. Could he really be lying to me?
“Listen, I need to tell you something.”
I nod my head, already sick to my stomach. What in the world could he need to tell me now?
“I saw Andrea today.”
Right away, anger consumes me. He did what? Sensing that I’m pissed, he cups my cheeks. I try and pull away but he holds me close to him. “Hear me out. I told her she has to stop contacting me. I’ve told her before, but this time I made it clear.”
Pushing his hands away, I get up and walk away from him. He fucking lied to me – again. “What’s the matter, El?”
“Are you that fucking dumb?” I ask keeping my distance.
“Come on, I’m trying to be honest with you.”
“Are you?” Rage pulses through my head. I’m in a daze; this is just like the situation I was in with Alex all over again and I hate myself for letting things get here.
“Of course I am.”
“Nate. If you were, then you would have told me before you saw her.”
He looks down at the ground and barely nods his head. He knows I am right. I really don’t care what he told her, I just can’t believe he’s up and seen her again, regardless of the supposed reason.
“You should’ve told me. Maybe I would have wanted to confront this girl with you. To get the point across.”
“Would you?” he asks in a somber tone.
“Of course I would. But you didn’t give me that chance.”
“It’s better you didn’t,” he whispers under his breath.
“Excuse me?” Irritation has the best of me right now. I never knew that Nate could piss me off so badly. Before he can answer, fury takes over and wants him out. “Nate, you need to leave!” I shout.
“What? No!” he yells in return.
“Yes, you’re being an asshole.”
“Baby, I’m not trying to.” He walks to me and I back step doing my best to hold my towel up ’til I am against the wall. “Please don’t be this way. Let me explain things, okay?”
“You did.”
“Stop!” he says, pressing his lips against my neck. I freeze, my senses heightened. “Just listen to me. Don’t run or fight me, please?” he begs. His eyes are as genuine as ever. I reluctantly stop fighting him and he takes my hand, walking me back to the couch.
“She has a boyfriend and he found out about her and I.”
He pauses and stares at a lone string on my towel. Twisting it between his fingers.
“Did you know she had a boyfriend?” I ask. He nods his head. “Fuck, Nate.” I’m so pissed off, I can’t even believe that he did that. I’m done.
“I’m sorry, El. Please calm down.”
“Are you kidding me? I can’t stay calm, Nate. You helped her cheat.” My head is about to explode. Who is this man? Is anything that he has ever told me the truth? Suddenly, I feel like I don’t know him at all.
“It was wrong of me, but he’s an asshole. He doesn’t care about her.”
“Nate, that doesn’t make it right. I went through that shit with Alex, and it’s the worst feeling in the world. It’s a horrible thing to do to another person and you condoned it. Think about how he feels, finding out what she’d been doing.”
“I know, but this guy is clearly off his fucking rocker. He found out where she met me today and smashed my car with a fucking baseball bat. That’s why I said I was glad you weren’t there. It kept you safe.”
My heart drops. He did what? What kind of Jerry Springer shitstorm did I just stumble right in the middle of? I knew from the beginning that being with Nate was a risk. But I never imagined this.
“Talk to me, El. What are you thinking?”
“I’m just confused. Who are you?”
“You know who I am. Everything I’ve ever told you is the truth. I ended things with her before you and I got together. You’ve changed me. You make me feel.”
“I have a hard time believing that.”
He shakes his head and grabs my hand. “Please don’t doubt me, or what I feel for you.” Taking my hand in his, he places it over his chest. His heart beats profoundly, it’s so strong. His eyes are pleading for me to forgive him.
“See this, that’s not a lie. It’s the truth and how I feel for you, so strongly that I can’t control it.”
“What are you gonna do going forward?” I ask, wondering if he has a plan.
“I’m going to do everything I can so you know that you mean the world to me.”
A small smile breaks out, and I say, “No, I mean about this girl and her boyfriend.”
“Well, I told her about you, so I have a feeling she’ll respect that and really leave me alone this time. Regarding her boyfriend, I’m hoping that today he only followed her there and this will be the end of it, now that he’s gotten his payback.”
“What if it isn’t?”
“I’d rather not go there.”
“But you have to. You don’t know who this guy is or what he’s capable of.”
I let out a deep breath that seems I’ve been holding forever. I can’t believe that this happened. Everything that I thought I knew about him I am now questioning. Looking into his dark eyes, what I once was so sure of, now I don’t know at all.
“Are we gonna be okay?” he asks.
I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know, Nate, you tell me.”
I sign the receipt for the new window that was just installed in my car and hope this is the last of the Andrea debacle. I filed a police report earlier today and want nothing more than to focus on the future with Elania. I’ve now been one hundred percent honest with her and want us to get back to that really good place we were at. I hate myself for doing this to us. Just when her walls were coming down, I ruined it all. But she seems to be moving past it, letting me rebuild her trust, even though I really don’t deserve it.
The guy hands me my copy of the receipt and I thank him, then look over his work as he gets in his van. It looks damn good to me. I toss the receipt in my car and pull my phone out right as it begins to ring. It’s Elania.
“Hey, baby,” I answer, leaning on the bumper of my car, wanting to do everything right going forward.
“I like it when you call me that,” she says.
“I know.”
She giggles before proceeding; she’s in a really good mood today. “So I got a hold of the selling agent regarding the property for Mechanical 2.”
That’s why – business makes her happy.
“And?” I ask, basically cutting her off.
“Well, he’s serious about selling and since you guys are paying in cash, he’s willing to make a deal on price and everything you’ve asked for.”
“Let’s make a deal, babe.”
“That’s what I told him. Well, not exactly, but you get my point. Could I swing by the gym and go over this with you and Nash?”
“Nash is out of town, so I can come to your office,” I tease, knowing that she is working from home today.
“Nate!”
“What?”
“I’ll come to you, see you soon,” she says and hangs up.
I smirk and head inside. The gym is pretty slow today, but that’s normal for a weekday at ten in the morning. I check in with the new guy working the counter before heading back into the office.
Signing back into the computer system, I notice an email from my dad. It’s been so long since I’ve talked to him, but I’ve been so consumed with Elania and my mom and he works all the time.
To: Nate Wilcox
From: Jeffrey Wilcox
June 5, 2015 9:53am
Hello Nate,
I apologize for the email, rather than calling, but I’m currently on a flight. I wanted to talk to you about your mom’s birthday. She doesn’t know this yet, but I’ve arranged for her to have a weekend at home. There will be a nurse there 24/7 and I thought she would really enjoy spending some time away from the facility with her friends and family. With all that said, would you be willing to pick her up this Friday and bring her home?
Dad
A smile comes right to my face. My mom is going to be ecstatic to be going home for the weekend. As I begin to email my dad back, warm hands shroud my shoulders, slowly moving their way up my neck.
I growl out of instinct, leaning into Elania’s touch. Damn, she was fast. She leans down kissing me on the cheek and whispers, “I’ve missed you today.”
I turn in my chair, pulling her onto my lap. “Then you should have let me come to you.”
She smiles at my remark acting innocent. “I was in the area.” I love it when she acts like this, so shy yet confident, all mixed up into one, but deep down her pussy is wet and she wants me to fuck her. I spin us away from the door, sliding my hand under her dress. The only thing separating us, is her lace panties. Ever so gently I brush them aside and begin to rub her clit.
“You were saying?” I ask, watching how her face changes. A sheen of sweat gradually covers her from head to toe and I know now that she won’t be able to make a comprehensible sentence.
She kisses me and I lean us back, taking my free hand and controlling her head. She tightens her legs around my hand and it drives me mad when she holds me this way. I should stop. If I don’t gain some self-control in the next few seconds, then this won’t end, and this is not the place to fuck. I mean…I’d do it, don’t get me wrong, but I’d rather be able to take my time with her and not worry about someone catching us.
Pulling away, she throws her head back. I rest my hand on the side of her thigh and kiss her neck. “Do we have to stop?” she asks.
I nod my head, “Trust me…I don’t want to.” She exhales and gets off my lap. “You don’t need to get up.”
“Oh, but I do, Nate.” She pulls out her iPad from her purse. “The seller emailed me some stipulations in writing. I told him I’d present them to you guys.” I can see her switch into professional mode right away and it turns me on. My cock twitches in my shorts and I want to fuck her. I should close the door right now, and handle her on my desk. She opens the email and begins to spout off a bunch of shit. I roll my chair over to the door and kick it closed. She looks at me and raises an eyebrow.
“It was getting loud, sorry,” I tell her.
She keeps reading and I grip my cock through my shorts, stroking it vigorously. Goddamn, this woman is fucking killing me. Finally she stops and pulls her eyes away from the iPad. “What do you think?”
She glances down and sees me pleasing myself. Her cheeks flush and she almost drops her iPad. I take it from her and set it on the desk.
Without a word she steps to me, licking her lips, and I grab her thigh rubbing my hand up and down. “On your knees,” I order and within half of a second she drops to the ground.
I scoot to the edge of the chair, watching this gorgeous woman that is all mine take me over. Her dark hair hangs on my legs, so I brush it over to one side giving me a full view of that sweet mouth as she engulfs my dick from top to bottom. She swallows me, swirling her tongue along the way.
I grab her hair and move my hand along with her. Pushing her mouth a little more each time. Her eyes are closed and she takes one of her hands bringing it underneath her dress. My balls instantly tighten at the thought of her pleasing herself. She moans and I do my best to control myself, but her lips are so fucking tight. I feel like I’m in high school again as I let go. All reality, thoughts, and worries are washed away as I cum in her sweet mouth, which she happily accepts.
“Are you sure everything’s okay?” I ask Amanda before leaving the gym for the day. She’s been really quiet and just not herself. I even asked her to work out with me and she said no.
“Yeah, I’m good,” she says, taking her eyes away from mine and looking around the gym. “I just…”
“Don’t bullshit me. What’s up?”
“I’m…I’m seeing someone.”
What the fuck? “Why didn’t I know this?”
“I wanted to tell you, but I’m really nervous for you to meet her.”
“Why?” I ask, pissed that she never told me.
“’Cause, I really like her.”
“Who are you and where is the girl I used to know? You don’t keep things from me.”
“I’m sorry,” she says.
“Who is she?”
“She’s someone that comes to my classes. I guess we clicked and things have moved really quickly.”
