Page 98 of Myself

BECCA

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I stand in the kitchen with Ashlyn while Jaycent is in my shower. I hand her a coffee mug, and she smiles at me. “Thank you,” she says, and I nod.

She frowns, placing it on the counter. “What’s wrong, Becca?”

I sigh and shake my head. Not wanting to tell her that I’m sad about her date with the man from the bar Saturday night. It’s not my fault that Ryder has dropped the ball once again. She’s going to move on, and he’s gonna miss any opportunity he ever had with her.

I shouldn’t be worried about them. I have a very big day today. Today, I meet with my dad and the advisors. I’m nervous about how that will go. I’ve never had to meet with them before. Not for something so major like this. My father called me yesterday and told me that he had all the paperwork ready for me to sign for my trust fund, and I was just going to turn around and sign it all away. I shouldn’t be nervous, but I am. Not that I’m afraid to give it away, but I’m afraid that what I’m planning to do will fail. My mother’s words mean more than they should. I shouldn’t care that she is expecting me to fail. She would find satisfaction in that. And I don’t want to feed that evil part of her.

“Nothing,” I finally say. I still haven’t told her what my plans are, and honestly, I’m not sure why. I think I’m just used to keeping everything to myself that letting it go would be like revealing a part of myself. And I don’t want to do that until I know it’s going to happen. And if I tell her how I feel about her and Ryder, she may cancel her date tonight, and I don’t want her to do that. She deserves to be happy like I am—with someone who will treat her right—and my brother obviously isn’t that guy.

She places her hand on my shoulder. “Well, I am here when you’re ready to discuss it.”

That’s what I’ve always loved about her; she never pushes me to tell her anything. She will wait until I am ready.

“Good morning, ladies.”

We both look up to see Jaycent walk into the kitchen. He kisses me on the cheek and then nods at Ashlyn.

“Morning, babe,” I say, putting a fake smile on my face, so he won’t question it either. He won’t let it go. He will ask questions until I either tell him or he figures it out.

“Well, I am off to work, guys,” Ashlyn says as her phone rings in her purse. She smiles as she looks down at it, and I see it’s Margaret, her mother.

“Tell her I said hello,” I call out as she walks to the door. Even though I’m next on her list to call for the day. She nods as she answers it.

Jaycent comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me. I allow my head to fall to the side, giving him access to my neck. His lips are on it in the next second. I sigh as my right hand comes up and runs through his soft dark hair.

He flattens his hands on my stomach, and they run up my body until they cup my breasts. “Wanna make this a great morning?” I ask with a smile.

“Yes.” He moans into my neck, and my body breaks out in goose bumps.

His firm hands massage my breasts, and I sigh, pressing my ass into his front. He’s already hard. I pull away from him and spin around to face him.

His hands go to my ass, and he picks me up and then sets me down on the kitchen counter. He spreads my legs and comes to stand between them. His hands go to the hem of my shirt, and he pulls it up to expose my breasts.

“Yes,” I moan as he lowers his head and then his lips are on my hard nipple. I let my head fall back, and I close my eyes. He sucks harder and then his teeth lightly nibble it. My hands go to his dress slacks. I undo them frantically and then slip it inside once undone. I wrap my hand around his long and hard length.

“Baby ...”

The front door swings open and hits the wall. “Shit!” He hisses as he jumps back from me and quickly does his slacks.

I pull my shirt down in a rush when I see Ashlyn enter, her blue eyes narrowed, and lips thinned. “That bastard,” she hisses.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, jumping down from the countertop.

She looks at me as if she’s just now realizing I’m still in the kitchen. Jaycent walks out of the kitchen, running a hand through his hair and excusing himself. “He just shut the elevator door on me,” she growls.

“Who?”

“Ryder.” She grips her phone still in her hand. “I was on the phone with my mother. The doors slid open, and I went to step in it but paused when I saw Ryder already standing inside the elevator. He just gave me this ‘go to hell’ look, and then as I went to step on the elevator, he reached over and pressed the button for it to shut.” Her arms go wide. “On me. He’s being a child!” She’s shouting; she’s so angry.

“You’ve got to be joking.” I sigh. What is wrong with him?

She shakes her head and then runs her hand through her hair. “Nope.”

I walk over to her and place my hands on her shoulders. “You have got to make him hear you.” It’s been long enough. My brother has acted like a little bitch for too long. She needs to make him feel like the idiot who fucked up. Because that’s what he did.

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