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Sister. God, that sounds so damn weird.
I pick up my phone and type Ben a message.
Change of plans. Meet me at Daddy’s instead.
I send him the address then head there myself, leaving the gate open for Ben. I pull all the way down to the garage since I probably won’t be leaving the rest of the day. I’m somewhat relieved that Greer’s car isn’t here because that means I won’t have to interact with her for now. If she flies to Sweden I won’t have to interact with her at all. Maybe I’ll see if Ben wants to invite his sister and nephew to hang here for Thanksgiving. Unless Daddy has undergone a complete personality change he shouldn’t mind me inviting some friends over. This place is big enough that Frenchie and Danny could each have their own wing. For once it would be nice to be surrounded by people I don’t know very well.
I walk through the side entrance of the house and into Daddy’s office and open the blinds to let some light in. This room overlooks the pool and the first thing I see when I look across the sparkling water are the open plantation style blinds in the pool house window. They were closed last night. I’m sure of it. And I’m sure of it because I remember not being able to see inside the house at all. But now, I can see all the way through to the back. Most of the furniture has been pushed against the wall so Daddy was right, he is working on renovations, slowly but surely. I wouldn’t say that things are a mess in there, though. Not enough that no one should be going in there. Well, I think I’ve established that Daddy has been acting weird. Whatever is going on with the company, I hope he resolves it soon.
I’ve already gotten the key from the box in the garage so I open the file cabinet drawer. I see the red velvet box and pull it out. This was in the safe not long ago but Daddy had trouble with the lock, and I don’t think he’s had it replaced just yet.
I creak open the top and stare at the diamond, then remove it from the sleeve. Memories of my mother tickle at my brain, hitting me like a cold shiver. Maybe it’s good that Greer is inheriting it. The high value, the price tag, it isn’t worth all the accompanying thoughts and feelings. At least with Greer, she can form her own thoughts and opinions about our mother, the woman she never knew.
I hear a car pull into the driveway so I open the door to greet Ben. When I do, he’s looking above me. My vision naturally follows his and I see that someone—probably Greer—has put mistletoe above the door a little early.
His eyes meet mine and his mouth quirks into a smile.
“Hello, my sexy little angel of death.” He tugs me close and plants his lips on mine.
Heat rolls over my body as his tongue teases my mouth open. Before I know it, he’s picking me up and walking me inside my own house. We kiss like honeymooners for a few minutes, when he stops abruptly and puts me down, looking behind me, over my shoulder.
“Is your dad here?”
“Still out of town.” I grip the collar of his sweater, pulling him back into a kiss. This is just what the doctor ordered to forget the morning I’ve had. When he picks me back up and pins me to the wall, I’ve pretty much forgotten it.
“If you want more privacy we should go to my room,” I say as his mouth moves down my neck.
He freezes in place and looks at me. “We’re not alone?” he whispers.
“Greer is coming back at some point. I doubt this is the first thing she wants to see when she walks through the door.”
He tosses a look over his shoulder. “Where is your room?”
“Upstairs and down the hall to the left, last door on the right.”
Cupping my ass, he walks me upstairs and into the sanctity of my bedroom, kicking the door closed with his foot.
“This is the kind of lunch break I live for,” he mumbles, undoing his shirt as I do the same.
“It’s worth going hungry for, that’s for sure.”
“I’ll feed you after,” he says, covering my naked body with his.
I wrap myself around him and revel in the kisses he gives me. His mouth navigates down the front of me, between my legs, and I fist his hair, thankful that he’s in my life, that finally, I feel relaxed enough to trust him, to let go, to know that at least someone feels good, and right, and not like they will betray me with a lie or a secret.
And that thankful feeling stays with me through the forty-five minutes that Ben spends focused on me. When he comes up for air he enters me with a swiftness, keeping his eyes locked on mine. He moves in deep, pins my hands above my head, increases the pace, watching for my reaction. At least that’s what I think he’s doing. Making sure I’m okay with him becoming a little rough.
And I am. It puts me in a headspace that I feel I need. He seems controlled for the first few minutes but then his thrusts become more urgent, and his eyes close.
I climax for a third time right before he finishes. My body sinks into a state of relaxation I never want to come out of.
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“I was thinking you could invite Frenchie and Danny here for Thanksgiving.” I trace lines over Ben’s nipple as he tickles the top of my hand.
“Here? As in, this house?”
“Yeah. Why not?”
