Page 120 of Heartfelt Pain
I wipe my brow, falling to the side. “I wanted you to tell me life changing stuff first instead of finding out about it from my uncle of all people. We can’t always get what we want.”
She sits up, about to stand.
I’m still trying to catch my breath. “Don’t wash it off.”
She’s confused at first. “You don’t want to see how pissed I get when I’ve got a UTI.”
“Go pee,” I tell her. “But my cum stays on your chest until I tell you otherwise.”
She stands on shaky legs. She’s not hurt, but I feel her gaze.
“Payback is a bitch, hellcat.” I had to walk home an uttermess how many times? I’ll do anything for my girl, but if she wants to play, we’ll play. And I’m going to enjoy it.
“You’re so fucked up,” she says under her breath.
“We’re fucked up,” I correct her. She comes back a few minutes later, almost shy. I pull her to my side, my arm curling around her shoulder, my hand grazing her tits. “Would now be a good time to tell you, I never stopped loving you?”
CHAPTER 28
Ren
Would now be a good time to tell you I never stopped loving you?
My hand fidgets with Aunt Macy’s silver lighter. It’s engraved with tiny ivy outlines. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s the nicest thing she ever spent money on considering she didn’t care a lot about appearances or fancy things.
I’m digging in my pocket, my fingers fumbling. I lean slightly to the left, trying to find something that’s not there.
“Ants in your pants?” Abe’s laden with dirty dishes as he walks back into the kitchen. At least he’s talking to me.
I went back to work after taking another few days off. Trevino and Roma both ganged up on me so I had to schedule an appointment with my primary physician. My wrist is on the mend and I’ve been ordered to add exercise and drink more water. If that doesn’t help with my blood pressure then I might need to go on medication.
Ben did his best to make sure I didn’t come back to a mess. I take it as an olive branch, though, he still has bags under hiseyes and I catch him staring. Like he’s trying to figure out how serious I am about selling the business.
Abe hasn’t hidden his distaste for the idea. He sends me hurt little looks every so often. It does pull at my heartstrings. His parents are more professional but Jane’s stayed behind her hostess stand most of the week.
It makes me wonder what it was like all those years with Aunt Macy. Did she bother to greet them when she rolled in with her oxygen tank and cigarette for meetings?
Speaking of cigarettes.
Ren: Did you throw away my cigarettes?
I’ve always got a carton with me and now I can’t find them to save my life. I rifle through my black bag. Nothing.
Roma: It’s a disgusting habit.
Ren: Nobody asked you.
Roma: You want to retire just so you can die a year later from lung cancer?
Ren: You’re laying it on a little thick.
Roma: I’ll tell you when I’m laying it on thick.
He adds a winking emoji like the loser he is. It makes me laugh anyway.
I side-eye Trevino. “You knew he got rid of my cigarettes.”
Trevino feigns surprise. “Really? Didn’t notice.”
