Page 72 of Making Home with You
Me: hey babe, hope you’re not too tired after your early start this morning…hope the meeting went well?
Sarah’s reply comes back immediately.
Sarah: meeting was a bust, annoying…day is ok, how are you?
I can’t help but smile at the idea that someone cares about me and my day, at the warm feeling that creates in my chest.Who knew being with someone, having a relationship like this could feel so good.
Finn: I’m ok…you wanna come over tonight, I’ll cook you dinner?
Sarah: dinner and a sleep over…you must really like me Chief?
I laugh, continuously surprised by this easy banter we share, by how much I love it.
Me: I do indeed…so that’s a yes?
Sarah: YES!Want me to get anything…dessert?
Me: there’s only one dessert I need ;)
Sarah: cheeky boy…cu tonight x
Me: can’t wait x
I push my phone to the side and turn my attention back to work.Even though this dark cloud of bullshit that hangs over me shows no sign of disappearing anytime soon, just that simple back and forth with Sarah has somehow eased some of the anger and frustration that’s been building since I got that text this morning.
It’s amazing how much better things can seem with someone in your corner.Even though it continues to surprise me, I’m starting to see why Beck and Ryan gave everything up for the women in their lives.Considering everything you get in return, it all makes so much more sense to me now.
And it only strengthens my desire to protect Sarah from all of the bullshit I’m going through right now too, including knowing about that video.
Sarah arrives back in Rockport at a decent hour for a change and in a surprisingly good mood.When I ask her about it, she chalks it up to a productive day, but doesn’t elaborate, instead telling me about the new client Kelsey passed onto her and how much they liked her work.She’s been using her commute to do much of the work and while I hate the idea of her working such long days, it’s nice to see her happy about one job at least.
“So, you think you can help us out with the pub too?”I ask.
Sarah grins at me.“Kind of a weird conflict of interest there, isn’t it?Me related to one boss and sleeping with another?”
I chuckle.“Like I said, I promise I can be impartial,” I tell her.“But from what I hear, you’re really good at this stuff, so it isn’t going to matter.”
Sarah leans over and presses a kiss to my cheek.“Of course I’ll help you out,” she says, nibbling my ear.“It would be my pleasure.”
I shoot her a glance, eyebrows raised.“And it would be my pleasure to repay you,” I say, giving her a wink.
Sarah laughs and it immediately makes my heart expand, as a warm feeling grows in my chest.
After dinner, Sarah and I spend the night on the couch binging on some Netflix show she’s into.It’s the second season and while I don’t really follow the story or understand what it’s about, it doesn’t matter.It’s just nice lying here with her.
I do make sure the blinds are closed though, because after this morning’s message, there’s not a chance in hell I’m risking someone being able to see us.
After a couple of episodes, Sarah sits up and stretches, her back arching in a way that makes my pulse quicken.“Ready for bed, Chief?”she asks, glancing over her shoulder at me.
I grin up her.“You better believe it,” I reply, standing and reaching out a hand to her.Sarah slides her hand into mine and I pull her up and into my arms, pressing a hard kiss to her mouth.“I’m just gonna take the trash out,” I say, lips against hers.“I hope I find you naked in my bed when I come back inside.”
Sarah grins.“I’ll see what I can do,” she says, winking before smacking me on the ass and sashaying off to my bedroom.
Grin still plastered on my face, I walk into the kitchen to grab the trash and recycling before heading outside.Lifting the lid, I’m about to dump the bag inside when I notice something strange sitting on the pile of garbage already in there.
Putting the bag on the ground, I lean in and grab what turns out to be a large yellow envelope.It’s brand new, clean as though it’s only recently been put in there and I can’t help but glance around, as though the person who dumped it might still be here.Of course they aren’t, so sliding a thumb under the tab, I rip it open.
Inside are pictures that have obviously been ripped from a magazine.Not just any magazine though, some kind of hard-core pornographic magazine.There must be close to half a dozen pictures, all of women in really compromising positions, including blinded, gagged and tied up while multiple men fuck them.
