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“Things will work out with your dad. I promise you that,” I tell her, getting a small nod as she rests in my lap, eyes still gazing up at me lovingly.
And I do promise her that. I’ll do everything in my power to get Tom to understand, even if it gets me fired.
CHAPTER26
MARIA
The flowers Tyler gave me were a small calm within the storm of my life. I’ve called my dad many times, but he still refuses to talk to me.
I try to distract myself. Work is a small reprieve. Seeing my students smiling faces always puts one on my face too.
But the second I get home from work, my mind starts racing, bombarded with all the problems I need to work through. Preparing for the baby, remedying problems with my dad, moving my things to Tyler’s place, it all feels like too much.
I try to make myself useful around Tyler’s place, keeping busy by tidying up the apartment. But even as I try to stay present and block the tormenting thoughts from my mind, they always seem to find a way to slip through the cracks.
“You don’t need to be doing that,” Tyler says to me as he walks into the apartment to find me meticulously dust mopping the floor. “The housekeeper comes every Tuesday.”
“It helps me keep my mind off things,” I tell him, watching him set his briefcase down and throw his suit jacket over the back of the couch.
“I’m sure there are more exciting things you could be doing to help keep your mind off things,” Tyler points out, coming over to me and gripping the dust mop to it stop moving. “Prenatal yoga, maybe? I heard it’s good for the baby. Or something else?”
With a sigh, I finally look up at him. There is a mischievous glint in his eyes. It always seems to be there, and I can only imagine the terror he used to cause his parents and even his sister, despite their age gap.
“Do you have anything else in mind?” I ask, entertaining him for a moment.
“I might. Come over to the couch and find out,” he tells me, leaning the dust mop against the wall as he grabs my hand and pulls me toward the couch.
He softly lowers me down onto it. He kneels on the floor before grabbing at the waist band of my black lounge pants to begin pulling them down my legs. His eyes are locked on mine, making sure that this is what I want. I’m not particularly in the mood, but I lift my hips up nonetheless so he can pull my pants and underwear down.
“Just relax,” his voice soothes as he positions his head between my open thighs.
When his tongue makes contact with my pussy, I can’t deny that it feels nice. But it’s the kind of nice that I may let lull me to sleep rather than lead into hot and heavy couch sex.
Don’t get me wrong, I always want Tyler, but it’s hard to focus on his actions with the anxiety that has been settled in my body for the past week.
I’m sure with some time, I could reach my finish, the feeling of his tongue hungrily attacking my folds enough to make me bite my lip, but in my current state of mind, I’m sure Tyler would be getting severe lock jaw before that happens.
Slowly, I rest my hand on top of his head, pushing it some to move it out between my legs.
“Mind still racing?” he asks, sighing heavily.
“Too much,” I tell him, frustrated. “It’s hard to get in the mood right now.”
Standing up, he joins me on the couch, throwing his arm around me.
“You wound me,” he says, but I know he’s joking. “Don’t count me out yet. I have some other tactics up my sleeve.
Getting back up, he reaches his hand out to help pull me up.
“Come on.”
He doesn’t give me time to grab my pants as he leads me to the bathroom. He tugs at the bottom of my shirt, telling me to take it off, as he begins to remove the rest of his clothes.
“Do all your activities involve nudity?” I joke once standing fully bare in front of him.
“Of course. How could I miss out on all of this?” He’s completely serious as he gestures to my body before breaking out in a large smile. He gives me a small tap on the ass.
Maybe Tyler is onto something. He always finds a way to brighten my mood.
