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Me too, baby. Me too.
Soon, I’ll have her forever. Nothing else will do.
CHAPTERELEVEN
JANUARY
Over the course of this week we have met with one man which it was very apparent wasn’t the one once we figured out his birth date was entered into the system wrong, and he was just eighteen years old.
Now here we are at the house of Russell Fineman in Miami. “Can I get you both anything to drink?” he asks, showing us to some chairs.
“No, thank you,” we both say. Just then a pretty woman comes into the room and sits beside him, placing her hand in his.
“This is my wife, Julie.” Shoot. Now I don't want to do this. What if it is him and she doesn’t know he was a donor? Oliver, always perceptive, places his hand on mine and nods to me giving me the strength to continue. “So, what can we do for you?” I hate this part.
“Well, this is always awkward but here goes. I found out not so long ago that my mom conceived me by sperm donor. I am on a quest to find him. I have a limited number of clues and the major one is he enlisted on the final day he donated. I was wondering if it was possible it was you?” He looks at me stunned at first before he and his wife begin laughing.
“My dear you sure know how to stop a man's heart from beating,” he says, holding his chest. I hear Oliver grumble beside me, ‘You have no idea.’ “I am afraid not. Sorry to laugh but I thought this was something like a death or an inheritance. See I am on a quest of my own with a long-lost relative that may have struck oil and since I think I am the only living relative on my father’s side of the family, it should all come to me.” His wife sits beside him, her sixties hairstyle bobbing up and down with her nodding head, smiling at me.
“I see. So you didn’t donate your sperm twenty-three years ago?”
“No, I didn't. I’m sorry.” Nodding my head, I sit back and release a breath.
“That’s okay. Well, thank you so much for seeing me.” I stand and offer him my hand. He takes it before looking at me with a look of concern.
“I sincerely hope you find him, my dear. I hope he has a beautiful soul as you do.” I tear up a bit before nodding my head and Oliver and I walk out the door.
Once we are in the car, Oliver pulls me into his arms and kisses my head before leaning back. “How are you feeling, baby?”
“I’m okay. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy.” Nodding he kisses me slowly, his tongue doing a slow dance with mine. His hands run through my hair, and I moan into his mouth, my body purring for him.
“Shit,” he says, pulling back and putting his forehead on mine. “You make me forget where I am, hazel eyes.” Biting my lip, I smirk at him.
“Is that a bad thing?” He gives me his devilish glance and I begin to shake with anticipation.
“It is when I can't follow it up with my mouth between your legs.” Well hell. “What do you say we go have some fun.”
“Oh yeah. What do you have in mind?”
“Have you ever been to Miami Beach?” he asks, turning on to the expressway.
“I haven’t but I have always wanted to go. I don’t have my swimsuit with me though. It’s back at the hotel.”
“Baby, we won’t be swimming in that nasty beach. But the market is amazing.” His eyes light up and it makes me feel excited.
“Well, let’s do it.” Who knew this would be the time of my life.
* * *
“Oh my God. I can’t believe I am doing this.” Right now, as we speak, I am at Miami Beach with Oliver, and I have two pythons wrapped around my neck with their heads in my hands.
“Me either,” Oliver calls from halfway across the sand. Seems my big strong military man is afraid of snakes.
“Seriously come over here and try this. It is amazing. They are so solid and heavy,” I tell him marveling at the amount of weight on me.
“Hell no. I wish you would stop before I have to fucking wrestle one of them when they don’t want to give you back,” he yells, crossing his arms. Giggling, I nod toward the keeper, and he takes them from me and hands me the photos. I will cherish this forever. As soon as I am free I run right into his open arms and laugh when he swings me around. “You are so fucking amazing, hazel eyes.” He bends down and kisses me before looking me in the eyes like he is realizing something. “You are too much.” He kisses me once more before wrapping his arms around my neck.
“I’m hungry,” I tell him leaning into him. Lately I have discovered my favorite place is to be plastered to his side.
