Page 38 of The Pursuit of Her Happiness

“I know, Pres. I think you’re right.” He pauses, then looks at Adams with a wince. “They got any club girls there?”

“I’m gonna fuck you up. And I’m gonna enjoy it.” Adams’ tone is lethal.

“Just asking. No worries. In fact, probably best there isn’t.” Well, that was unexpected. Ford looks at everyone, his club brothers gathered around, pissed but worried about him. “I haven’t said it…but I’m sorry. I’ve been such a fucking asshole, to everyone. I’m just…I’m sorry.” He turns around, stopping when he spots Chastity standing behind Langley. “Chastity…I am truly sorry for disrespecting you and laying hands on you.” She nods butdoesn’t say anything. He spins around once more and steps toe-to-toe with me. You’d have to be blind not to notice the regret, the shame, the sadness that is etched in every line of his face. “I am appalled at the things I said to Quinn. She’s end game, the benchmark to measure all other women. I’m fortunate and eternally grateful that she’s deemed me worthy of friendship. I won’t give her another reason to regret that decision. She loves you, Polk. She wants you, and she won’t admit it, but she needs you too. Don’t take her for granted, or next time you’ll be the one on the ground pissing blood.”

I nod once, twice, before I lose the fight and start laughing. It bursts forth loud and obnoxious, but I can’t help it.

Ford glares at me. “Dude.”

“It’d be more threatening if your limp dick wasn’t still flapping in the wind!” The room erupts and I barely hear his muttered “Dammit” before he’s tucking himself in and charging up the steps.

I’m still pissed, but his departure helps. I pull out my phone and send Quinn a text.

Polk:He’s been dealt with.

Quinn:He’s still alive?

Polk:I promised I wouldn’t kill him, and I keep my promises.

Quinn:So, he has a pulse, but is most of his blood still on the inside of his body?

Polk:Funny. He’s going to Pittsburgh for a while.

Quinn:I think that’s best.

Polk:It is. But I’m still pissed. I’m coming over shortly and I’m going to give you a vigorous weinering. Prepare yourself.

Quinn:The boys don’t go to bed for several hours.

Polk:Then you’ll need to be quiet.

Quinn:If that’s the case, then perhaps a weak weinering is in order.

Polk:How dare you insult my manhood by suggesting I am capable of subpar weinering. I’m hurt.

Quinn:Big baby. Come over and I’ll find a way to make it up to you.

Polk:I’ve always felt a titty fuck goes a long way to soothing hurt feelings.

Quinn:You just want to cum on my face.

Polk:Oh, is that an option?

Quinn 21.

“Ugh.” I hate alarms. And waking up early. And moving before 9 in the morning. Should have thought of that before I went and had three children. I grab my phone without opening my eyes and tap the bottom of the screen to turn it off. Laying it back on my nightstand, I stretch in the other direction to cuddle up with Polk. Except he isn’t here. Shit. I forgot he had an early start today at the clinic.

It's a little weird and yet natural as breathing to sleep with him almost every night. The mornings when he’s the big spoon are the best. Of course, the mornings when his big…handleslides easily inside my…spoon restare the best. It’s early and I’m suffering from premature pun-ulation. I can’t believe I just called my twinkle cave a spoon rest! Glad Polk isn’t here to have witnessed this unfortunate moment.

That’s not exactly true, he would have laughed and thrust inside me and my momentary inferior punning would have been worth it. Orgasms fix just about anything.

The last little bit hasn’t been without its drama, spooning and handles notwithstanding. Dr. Orlosky assures me every time I call that my weird and random symptoms are normal. I’ve had muscle twitching throughout my body, a few more episodes of facial paralysis, stomach pain, and headaches. Polk has been a Godsend, always there for me and the boys. He and Joeactually cooked dinner for us all one night when I wasn’t feeling well. I think hearing my boyfriend and my ex-husband laughing together is stranger than when my entire left arm went painfully numb. But it made me a lot happier than numb appendages ever could.

And the boys have quickly adjusted to having Polk around more often. They already idolized him but having him sleep in their mom’s bedroom was a new experience. It lost its novelty quickly and the boys welcomed him into the fold with farts, and constant badgering to bring animals back to our house. Sal and Enzo barred him from entering the other night because he didn’t possess a kitten of any kind, let alone an orange fat cat like they requested he produce out of thin air. He took it all in stride.

Polk is so good with them. It made me pause when he first started staying the night because I can never give him a child of his own. Watching him with the fruit of my loins was a double-edged blade. Because I felt a pang of my own that we would never reproduce. I love my boys with everything I’ve got, but my heart is big enough for more. It was my body that couldn’t handle it.

Damn you, you pitiful flesh sack of calcium!

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