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And the brunette laughed gently then, her eyes knowing as if reading my mind.
“But Tucker, where would we live?” she asked realistically. “I mean, my place is so small, it wouldn’t work for two people and this place, well we can’t stay with your friends forever. They’ll be back and they’ll want their apartment back,” she said with a rueful smile.
I just growled, nuzzling her neck, breathing in her soft scent. Because of course this is my apartment, there were no vacationing friends jetting around the Mediterranean who’d asked me to house sit. I bought this place for fifteen million last year, and that was a discount off the ask price after I made an all-cash offer. But there was no need to tell Laurie just now, no need to give it all away. So I was vague, instead talking in generalities.
“Just leave it to me,” I growled into her throat, savoring her sweet scent. “We’ll figure it out.”
“I know,” she murmured, her fingers soft in my hair, “I know, but there are so many unanswered questions …”
I lifted my head then and fixed her with a stare. The brunette was right, there were unanswered questions and she still hadn’t clarified the little issue of her virginity.
“Honey, I know this is painful for you, but I just don’t get it,” I paused, going back to our original topic. “You were married, so what happened? How could any guy resist these curves, not touch his dick to your cunt? It makes no sense, you’re so beautiful, so gorgeous.”
And she flushed again, taking a deep breath before turning to me with pain in her eyes.
“It’s a long story,” she said quietly, “but the fact is that my ex, Gary, never intended on being a husband to me. He walked out the day after our wedding, walked out of our honeymoon suite and I haven’t seen him since,” she admitted slowly, painfully.
“But why?” I shook my head, bewildered. “What fucker goes and gets hitched only to beat feet the next day? What the fuck? I would have fucked you on your wedding night at least.”
And she turned beet red then.
“Gary was too drunk,” she said, her voice wooden. “He passed out and I couldn’t wake him up no matter how hard I tried.”
I just shook my head. This guy was the biggest douche ever, what the fuck, was he gay? That was the only possible explanation. But Laurie read my mind and shook her head.
“There’s nothing physically or biologically wrong with him,” she started.
I cut her off with a sharp slash of my hand through the air. That was impossible.
“No way,” I shook my head. “That dude’s either gay or has some problem, it’s the only answer. He’s probably got no testicles,” I snarled.
But Laurie actually responded.
“No, he has his testicles, or at least one,” she said slowly.
“So you’ve seen them?” I said sharply, more rough that I intended.
And she shook her head again.
“No … I’m just saying because there’s another woman pregnant with his child.”
My eyes bugged out at that.
“What. The. Fuck,” I growled. “The man who married you had a mistress on the side? Who was pregnant this entire time?”
And she nodded miserably, ducking her head down, a fall of brown curls hiding her face.
“I only found out after he took off,” she whispered, shamefaced. “After he left, word on the street was that Gary,” and here she choked, “Gary,” she started again, “was keeping someone on the side. Had been with her for years,” she said. “Years.”
And I sat back flummoxed. I can be a shit, I can run over women, use them as fuckdolls, toss them once I’m done, my sperm spent. But I’d never even come close to this fuckhead. Getting married to one woman with a pregnant mistress on the side? That was seriously fucked up shit, this fucker had to be a sociopath.
“So dude has a new woman now,” I said slowly.
And here, Laurie took a deep breath.
“She’s not a new woman, she’s been his woman all along,” she said, her voice stiff. “Iwas the new woman, I just didn’t know it.”
And I shook my head, my heart going out to my best girl, taking her hand in a big palm.
