Page 40 of The Pursuit of Her Happiness

“Get some rest, I’ll call later.”

I hang up and set the phone back on my nightstand. I pee in my attached bathroom, then lay back down in bed. The meditation must be more successful than I thought, since the boys wake me up when they come in to say goodbye. Enzo wants to crawl into bed with me, but Sammy manages to convince him to go toschool. I’m happy he does, because I’m about to start crying and I don’t want to worry the boys. It breaks my heart to hear their pain.

“Aud?”

“Yeah, sweetie. I’m here.”

“Thank you.”

“You are very welcome. I’m sorry you’re going through this.”

“Me too.”

“I’m gonna head out, do you want me to come back after I drop them off?”

I think about it but know that I need to get ready on my own. I don’t know if this is permanent or a temporary symptom like the paralysis. “No, but I appreciate your offer.”

“Alright, girlie. Hey, before I forget, your left tit escaped your tank top, and you’ve probably scarred your boys for life! Byeeeee!”

“Motherfucker!” I cry out, fall back into bed and proceed to cry. Hard, wracking sobs that leave me exhausted and frustrated and stuffy. Once I’m all cried out, I start laughing thinking about Audrey and her parting comment.

I know I’ve said this before, several times. But I’ll be fine. I’m going to figure this all out and I have Bently and Audrey and everyone else to help me out along the way…and keep me humble!

I force myself into the shower. That’s not too bad, it’s brushing my teeth and doing my hair that leaves me cursing and screaming. But I think I manage. Who the fuck knows. I slowly make my way downstairs and into the kitchen. I feel around for a glass and pour some juice, only spilling a little on the counter.

My phone rings in my pocket and I answer the call.

“Quinn, it’s the handsome, charming, love of your life.”

Giggling, I respond, “David Boreanaz? How did you get my number?”

“Fucking hysterical.” He doesn’t sound amused, and I giggle harder. “I’m on my way to your place. I made an eye appointment for you. We have plenty of time, so I’ll help you get ready.”

“I’m already showered…but I can’t attest to the state of my hair.”

“In that case, I’ll fix it after I fuck you.”

“I’m blind, Bently Walker.”

“Exactly. Your pussy still works.” Keeping me humble. And mildly horny.

“Better make it quick.”

He opens the door with gusto not long after I hang up. I stand up from the couch but am quickly lifted off my feet. I yelp, scrambling to hold onto his shoulders, back, or ass as I’m slung over his shoulder. He tosses me on the bed and quickly strips off all my clothing. I’m flipped to my stomach, my legs spread apart, and then long fingers are teasing my clit and opening.

“Already so fucking wet, darlin’.”

“I-I-I’m not sure, but I might like not being able to see, it’s like being blindfolded.”

He smacks my ass, groaning as he kneads the flesh with his hands. “Kinky. Brace yourself.”

There’s no time as he thrusts to the hilt, impaling me on his thick cock. My body jolts from the intrusion, and my hands grip the blanket. He hammers into me and all I can do is hold on. Hand on my shoulder, he pulls my upper body from the bed,his other hand reaching around to cup my tit. He pinches my nipple between his fingers and squeezes in time with his thrusts. Clothed chest to my bare back, his hot breath on my ear, he snarls, “Didn’t like hearing the fear in your voice, baby. Didn’t like not being able to come home right away to take care of you. Won’t happen again. I’m sorry. I should have—”

“Bent, no! You have patients and appointments and you had surgery. And this isn’t a medical emergency—”

“You can’t fucking see! That seems emergent!” He puts space between our bodies, both hands gripping my hips painfully tight. But I don’t stop him, I don’t tell him to let go because I want the pain, I want the reminder that I’m his.

“I know you love me.”

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