Page 7 of The Lies
A plan forms in my head and, after tugging on my flat boots, I head out into the morning. The sun is just starting to rise and a few birds have started singing. There’s no one around at all and I think it’s the most peaceful I’ve felt for a long time. I knew moving back here was going to be a challenge, but I never could’ve expected any of this. I thought I’d get the divorce sorted and have my half of the money to set up my business and buy myself a house. Edward’s gambling habit seems to have shot that all to shit, but instead, I have something much more meaningful. I have this incredible man who wants to invest in me. I’m still not thrilled part of that means he’s giving me something for nothing. If it wasn’t for the fact I’ve kind of fallen head over heals for him, I might put up a bit of an argument, but who can refuse an offer like that when he also gives me incredible orgasms?
I fantasise about the building he showed me last night all the way to my destination. I think about what colours everything will be, the kind of display units I want on the counter, how many tables and chairs I could possibly fit in for people to sit and enjoy my delights while watching the world go by out of the window. Excitement bubbles up in my stomach more with every thought, and the fact I’ll be able to live above means I’ll be close by to bake whenever I want. If a new idea pops in my head in the middle of the night, I can go down and try it out without bothering anyone.
My smile is huge by the time I quietly slide the key into Aunt Addy’s back door. I tiptoe in before grabbing everything I need, including a handful of teabags. I make it out without waking anyone and lock the door behind me.
The sun has broken through the early morning mist and as I walk back it warms my face. I know I have a lot of stress heading my way thanks to my wanker soon to be ex-husband, but today I’m going to enjoy what I do have and worry about all that when the time comes.
The house is still quiet when I get back. Well, when I say quiet, I mean Blake’s still in bed and asleep because the sounds of his snoring carry all the way down to the kitchen.
I place my bags on the worktop and flick the kettle on before bringing the iPod to life in a speaker on the windowsill. When it comes on, I see it’s already set on a chill playlist so I press play and set to work.
I’m just glazing the top of my vanilla breakfast buns with honey when a voice behind me scares the shit out of me.
“I could get used to this.”
I turn around, drizzling honey all over the worktop and then the floor when I see him leant up against the doorframe in only a pair of navy boxers. He stares at me while I get my fill of him.
“You’re making a mess,” he says as he walks over and rights the bottle of honey.
“Sorry,” I whisper. “I got distracted by this really hot man.”
“Is that right?” I nod. “Well, thathotman was wondering why he woke up alone.”
“Do you have any idea how loudly you snore?”
“It may have been mentioned once or twice before.”
“Once or twice?” I repeat with a laugh. “It had been a while since I’d seen her, granted, but I’m pretty sure Kayleigh’s hearing was spot on.”
I panic when I realise what I just said, but thankfully Blake laughs and says, “You didn’t let me finish. It may have been mentioned once or twicea night.”
“That sounds more like it! Seriously, how do you sleep through that racket?”
He shrugs his shoulders before walking over to my steaming hot buns.
“Hmmm…I love your buns. I bet they taste delicious.”
My cheeks heat and my clit starts throbbing at his words alone. It may have only been a few hours since our fuck fest last night, but I’m already ready for more. I’ve never been like this before. Yeah, I’ve enjoyed sex; it was pretty good at the beginning mine and Edward’s relationship, but I never once experienced theoh my God I have to have you nowfeeling I keep getting with Blake.
“You’ll have to wait a few minutes because they’re too hot to eat.”
“That’s perfect because it gives me time to do this,” he says, stepping in front of me and forcing me back until I hit the worktop. He stares down at me for a few seconds before his lips descend on mine. A moan bubbles up my throat as our tongues collide.
“What is it about kitchens?” I ask him as I put a coffee and a plate of vanilla buns on the dining table. He kissed me for all of about two minutes before spinning me around, pulling my jeans and underwear down to my ankles and taking me over the kitchen worktop.
“It’s not just kitchens, Addison, it’s anywhere I can have you.” Once again, his words make me blush. I’m grateful for my slightly tanned skin, making it a little less obvious.
We sit and eat in silence for a few minutes, my thoughts going back to a person I mentioned not so long ago.
“Do you think Kayleigh would be okay with this?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure she would. The most important thing to her was that her family were happy, and you’re making me happy.” He whispers the last part; I’m not sure if it’s because he’s got a lump in his throat like I have.
“It was,” I agree, trying to not sound like I’m about to break down. “I’m guessing it would be naïve of me to assume you’ve been this well-adjusted over the past few years?”
He laughs to himself a little before answering. “You could say that, yeah. I think you appeared just at the right time. If you’ve have come back a couple of years ago you would’ve met a very different man, but time’s a healer, as they say. Plus, I have Sinead to keep me on track.”
“I haven’t had much experience with kids but she’s awesome,” I admit, but I’m so glad I did when I see his proud smile.
