Page 19 of Maid Fohr Love
“And, about my ex-girlfriend and that situation–” He sighed. “I let the media run with whatever narrative they wanted to because I’ve never been in the business of convincing anyone of anything. Well, until I met you.”
The lighthearted chuckle was followed by a sip of his drink.
“But– uh– let’s just say she had ulterior motives. For me and for my fortune. Til this day, I’m still wondering if any of it was real or if it was all a sick fucking joke. She had been plotting on me for a while and I fell right into her trap eventually.
“It wasn’t until feelings got involved, my feelings, at least, that I realized I was the only one falling. So, instead of falling alone, I bounced. From the moment I realized she was more interested in how much I was giving her than how much I cared, the relationship was over. She never announced the breakup and neither did I.
“When the blogs and shit got ahold of it, I was already dating again. I was immediately painted as the bad guy. She ran with the attention and I didn’t care to clear anything up. It worked in both our favors.
“She found a duck she could pluck and I kept my heart in my chest. For more reasons than I care to admit right now from the fear of being checked, but it’s all good.”
His sarcasm made me smile inside. We both understood what he meant and the moment he was referring to. It was the moment that I wholeheartedly believed had gotten us here.
The clarification intensified my undeniable attraction for the man close enough to smell the wine on my breath. I found two significant character flaws that were now void, leaving me with no choice but to face my reality.
You’re in a mansion with a man who seemingly adores every detail of your existence and there’s nowhere for you to run and hide. You’re stuck with him for an undetermined amount of time. All that made him a monster before is untrue. So is the idea you don’t share the same feelings as him.
“I apologiz–”
“Don’t,” he interrupted, “There’s no need.”
Silence left my head spinning and my palms sweaty. I needed a cool shower to reduce the temperature of my overheated frame. I reached over, slid the glass from between Fohr’s fingers, and tossed it back. Once it was empty, I slammed it against the table and stood to leave.
I put as much distance behind us as I could muster. I climbed the steps hastily.
Fohr.
Fohr McClarren.
The Fohr McClarren.
Pro ball player Fohr McClarren.
It was irrational to even consider. He’d taken a liking to me, his housekeeper.His maid. It felt unreal. He felt unreal. Almost too good to be true which usually meant it wasn’t.Hewasn’t.
But he is. I countered at the realization I wasn’t alone in my journey anymore.
The sound of his footsteps rushing after me sent my nerve endings haywire. It wasn’t long before his fingers were pressedinto my skin and my back was against the wall just a few feet shy of the bedroom I had chosen.
I could feel his breath on my forehead. He towered over me, demanding my submission. Instinctively, I offered it to him. It was his to have. It was his to hold.
This man is celestial.
The long, torturous silence allowed me to gather my bearings. The smell of his skin hardened my nipples. His closeness made them ache against him. My breasts rose and fell with the deep, slow breaths I took as I waited for him to say something. To say anything.
His finger tipped my chin upward. I drew in a sharp breath and prepared to stare into those longing eyes. The ones that had held me captive since he walked into my home. His head dipped until his lips were just above mine.
I closed my eyes, anticipating the moment they joined mine. But, after several seconds, I realized it wouldn’t happen. Not now, anyway. Disappointment forced my eyes open. The yearning in my soul confirmed what I’d been trying to avoid since I stood in my living room with a wet shirt and Fohr standing before me.
I wanted him and I wanted everything that came with him except the baggage that detailed the harm he’d done to women. But, that wouldn’t be an issue anymore. Hardly anything was an issue now.
“Listen,” Fohr began.
I melted inside, feeling the softness of his lips as they grazed mine ever so gently. It was as if they were barely even there. While they were close, they weren’t close enough. It was apparent the distance was a miscalculation on his end, because he withdrew himself a mere inch.
I wept for his return. Secretly, I pled. I begged for that inch and an additional one because then I could feel all of his softnessagainst mine as he spoke. As he demanded something of me that I had already agreed to give without even knowing what it was.
“I like you. At my very big age, it feels childish to say, but it’s the truth. I like you, and I like everything about you. The way you get dressed just to do laundry or cook or clean or unload the dishes. The way you smell.
