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Me: I would love to see you again, but I'm just not sure when we'll have the time
I hope he’s not as disappointed as I am with that answer.
Daniel: See you at 5 then ;)
What? He’s going to be at the club at 5? Why so early? To watch me clean and launder the sweat and cum-stained sheets?
My stomach sours. How many times has he used those beds? What if I’ve been unknowingly cleaning his cum off of them? Nausea rolls through me, and I take a few deep breaths in through my nose.
I knew when I left that morning that I was giving him back to the world - to the possibility that he finds someone else. I thought he’d find a nice girl to settle down with and be happy. I didn’t know if he was serious about the stay-at-home mom thing, or just flirting. But the entire bus ride home, I’d painted a picture of a life for him.
A pretty rich girl, who would worship him, help him forget about all his anger and resentment with his family. Maybe she’d be another private lesson. They’d have a son and a daughter whom he would teach to ski. They’d have his brown eyes and her blonde hair. Maybe like the woman I saw in the club briefly earlier this morning.
Holy shit. We never talked about his marital status. What if it is just that? What if he is happily married with kids? He said he wanted to see us, to take care of us, that it was all going to be alright, but he didn’t say he wanted tobewith us.
God, this was all so complicated. Could I watch him with another woman? Could I watch him raise another woman’s baby while Danny and I what? Just watch? What about custody? He could demand legal custody, and I’d have to watch another woman raise my baby.
I grab myself a glass of water to calm the nervous palpitations and acid coating my stomach at the thoughts.
And then the bell rings.
Chapter thirteen
Daniel
Idismissed Cass a while ago and closed up shop. I check my watch nervously. I hate being in these stuffy suits, but Cass insists it maintains our image as wealthy business owners and is good advertising. I pull off my tie and shrug off my suit jacket before popping open the top button and rolling up my sleeves. If I’m going to be cleaning, I at least want to be marginally comfortable.
The lock clicks, and in walks Nell. My Nell. My beautiful, sweet, tired Nell. I’ve got to convince her to quit this job. She should be sleeping, not driving or bussing? Fuck, I need to fix that too. She shouldn’t be commuting halfway across the city to clean my club. I make a mental note to ask Cass what company we use for this service.
She looks me up and down and curses low under her breath.
I look down to see what she sees. The top three buttons of my shirt are open because I got hot, and one side of my dress shirt is untucked.
“I can’t do this...” she murmurs as she turns around and walks out.
“Wait! Nell!” I rush out the door after her and gently grab her arm. “What happened?”
She won’t meet my eyes, but her cheeks and the tip of her nose are pink. I get lost in the constellation of familiar freckles that I mapped the night she was in my arms. They’re fucking gorgeous on her. But she’s rigid, tight, angry?
I dip my head. “Talk to me, Nell. What’s happened?”
“Nothing,” she grumbles through clenched teeth.
“Something’s happened between texting you yesterday and this morning. Please. I want this to work with you, but you have to tell me when I do something wrong.”
Her eyes dart to my left hand. And that’s when I realize what’s on her face. It’s a mixture of hurt and jealousy.
My smug smile returns.
“Go on... ask me.”
Stormy green eyes find mine.
“Ask you what?” She’s vibrating with anger beneath my hands.
I widen my eyes, imploring her to remember.
“Don’t you have a question... you know... for your friend?”
