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I was fortunate the house was a perk of working for them, and I prayed that my background check revealed nothing they could use to deny me the opportunity. Hayden poured us vodka lemonades, and we were floating in the pool when his phone rang from the small table on the deck. He sighed and pushed his float to the stairs before climbing out.
I watched the water droplets roll off his toned, tanned body, accentuating the muscles with lickable definition. He sauntered to the deck and my pussy clenched as I watched him check his phone. He shook his head in disgust and tossed the phone back onto the table with a thud. I looked quizzically at him as he refilled our glasses and settled back under the umbrella. Finishing his drink in one swallow, I pushed to the edge and grabbed my towel, wrapping it around my body as I walked to him.
“Is everything okay?” I asked as I sat down across from him.
He huffed and rolled his eyes as he responded, “It was my mother. She wants me to come home for Thanksgiving.” Shaking his head, he closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead.
I hated to see him so stressed over his family, and even though I hadn’t asked him specifically about their relationship, I gathered enough to know it was beyond strained. I don’t blame him for cutting the toxic relationship from his life. I have no family, or none that I know of, so I don’t know exactly what he’s going through, but I know that any family that left me in the foster system wasn’t family I wanted to know.
Rubbing his shoulders, I felt the tension in his muscles, and I massaged his neck and upper back. He groaned, and I smiled as he tipped his head back and smiled up at me.
“How did I get so lucky to find you?” he asked, and I moved around the chair to sit down on his lap.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I leaned in and whispered against his lips, “I’m the lucky one.”
He grasped my neck and pulled me in, smashing his lips to mine. I moaned as our tongues tangled, thrashing and caressing as I straddled his lap. I could feel this stiff length pressing against my wet bathing suit bottom and I gyrated my hips on his lap as he pulled back from the kiss.
Hayden made love to me in the chair, under the bright afternoon sun, our swimsuits discarded as we took pleasure from each other. That was the day everything changed between us.
From that moment in his arms, I knew no matter what, Hayden would protect me, and maybe one day soon, I could tell him of the monsters who took from me so that I could finally heal. Maybe he was the one to untangle me from the silence I lived in and help me speak the truth.
Chapter 11
Hayden
My mother tried tocall for three more weeks before I finally broke down and called her back. She and I had a tumultuous relationship that was as far from parent/child as possible. I tolerated her and her new family, but that didn’t mean I wanted to be part of her newfound maternal devotion. The entire time I was growing up, she was more worried about jockeying for a position in her social circles than whether her only child was being taken care of.
When my father died, the way he died sent her into a spiral that ended at the bottom of a bottle of wine. My father had a heart attack when he was fucking his secretary across his desk and he died before he fell from her pussy. The last few years of high school, I was forced to grow up and learned to take care of myself as she drank and fucked her way through every man with a fat bank account.
I left for college, and during my sophomore year, she called to invite me home for dinner. When I arrived at my family home, I found her with a new husband and two pre-teens playing house. The kids were annoying as fuck the two days I spent there. The selfish bitch couldn’t be bothered to invite her only child to the wedding, knowing I wouldn’t come and she would lose face in front of her ‘friends’. She was mostly sober for the first time in my life and was trying to win mother of the year, but I refused to be part of her fucked-up charade.
I came back a few times through college, but I didn’t stay at the house after that first weekend. She had erased my father and me from the house, from her life, and I pushed her farther and farther away. The last time I stepped foot in the house was ten years ago, after some big celebration she had that I wasn’t invited to. Seeing how she doted on her husband’s kids but left me to fend for myself was the last straw, so I walked away from her bullshit.
Sighing deeply, I lit a joint and listened to the ringing from the speaker of my office phone. It was still early in the day and the bar was quiet, so I called her now, hoping to catch her before she had her afternoon martini.
“Hayden, my darling, how are you?” Her chirpy voice grated on my nerves and I took a hit off the joint in my hand before replying.
