Page 53 of Hold You Close
“Well, she did.”
“What did you do to her then?”
“What did I—?”
She cuts me off. “Yes, you know that London has been in love with you since you were kids.”
“Mom, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Do you think I’m an idiot? Something happened between the two of you before she left for college, and I’m sure it wasn’t anything to be proud of, son.”
Once again, I’m the bad guy. “You know, what if it was her that broke my heart? Huh?”
“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?”
