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“The girls can stay in the apartment for as long as they want and you will stay here with me,” Vincent all but commanded. “I know you don’t like help, but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you weren’t sleeping somewhere safe. I need you to be honest with us and I need you to talk to us, Noemi. We can’t solve problems if I don't know there is one to begin with.”
I immediately wanted to say no, but the girls were safe and so was I.
I couldn’t say no.
“Ok,” I whispered.
They instantly relaxed in my arms making me feel guilty, but I also felt lighter. Everything was out on the table, and they knew all my dirty secrets. Well… almost all of them.
22
VINCENT
Iwasn’t a violent man. Most problems could be solved with a conversation and if that failed, a good lawyer. The fucking piece of shit ex-boyfriend of hers needed to get his ass beat. I was on the verge of hiring a couple of wranglers to beat the shit out of him and make it look like a random assault.
After her confession, I had anticipated she would run or go see her friends. Once we finished brunch, she stayed closed, almost unsure of herself and I hated that her confession brought out this timid part of her.
Easton showered her with affection, their relationship had been fractured last night, but I had no worries they would figure it out. If life had taught me anything it was that being angry over little things was a waste of time and if you were angry, talk it out. Communication was key for any relationship, and this was starting to feel a lot less like a contract. They were starting to feel like mine.
We spent the rest of the weekend eating, watching trash tv and more eating. There was no sex, but I was ok with that. After the emotional night we had, I didn't think we needed to mix sex into the day and I’m glad I didn’t.
Easton went back home on Tuesday, even though Noemi pouted the entire morning. She almost wore him down and I almost pouted too, but we would see him that weekend for a charity event that I had also gotten an invitation for. The easiness we had all fallen into was something I wasn’t expecting and something I wish had lasted a little bit longer.
Noemi and I fell into a routine of waking together, but my nights were filled with working late or having dinner with clients. By Friday night, I was getting anxious to just stay at home with her and felt bad when I had to stay at work late again. Looking for a piece of paper I wrote a number down, when someone knocked on the door.
“Come in!” I yelled, dropping papers on the floor bending down so I could pick them up.
“Hi.”
A familiar voice brought a smile to my face.
“Hey,” I said, seeing Noemi in her coat by the door with a bag in her hand.
“I’m sorry, I just wanted to drop off some dinner for you,” she said sheepishly. “I had to pick up my dress and I was in the area.”
“Why are you sorry?” I sat down as she walked towards my desk.
“I didn’t mean to come unannounced.” She set a bag down in front of me. “I made enough for you, and I didn’t want you to go hungry, you know, since I was in the area.”
The shyness in her voice warmed me as I opened the bag and immediately my mouth watered from the amazing smell.
“I made enchiladas yesterday,” she said, helping me take everything out. “I always make too much, and I thought this would be perfect.”
There were four enchiladas with rice and beans. She packed me utensils wrapped in a napkin with a water bottle and a coke.
“Shit, do you even like enchiladas?”
I smiled at her nervousness.
“Yes, I do. I love them,” I said, cutting a piece of it and putting it in my mouth.
I groaned. Dammit this woman could cook.
She looked damn pleased with herself as I glanced at her.
“Keep making those noises and I might give you a better reason to moan,” she taunted, looking every bit the vixen she was.
She leaned over the table, biting her lip, pushing her chest out. I leaned back in my chair, showing her my erection like a dare. Her tongue skimmed her bottom lip as she stared at my lap.
