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Vanessa stands up and takes off her shirt. “I’m trying to apologize, but let’s make it a game.”
My eyes drop down to her breasts as she unhooks her bra and they spring free.
“I’m done letting other people make decisions for me,” she says, and then unzips her jeans and then they fall to the floor before she steps out of them and kicks them across the room.
“Okay, I wasn’t forcing you to be with me,” I say, but she puts her finger to my lips.
“From now on, I am going to do what I want without worrying about what anyone else thinks. Like the fact that you make me so fucking happy, but I don’t want my heart to get shattered into pieces.”
“I am not going to hurt you, Vanessa. Just let me prove it to you,” I say, pulling her close.
She pulls her underwear down to her feet. “That’s why I’m here. I’d rather get my heart broke into a thousand little pieces, than to walk away from you and regret it for the rest of my life.”
“Are you saying that we don’t have to keep this a secret anymore?”
She nods, and I pick her up, cupping her ass and lay her down on the couch.
“Then I know exactly how we should celebrate.”
Her legs spread and I dip in between them. Her back arches, and she gets wetter. My tongue circles around her clit as I slide two fingers inside, warming her up for me.
“I just want you, Brodie.”
My dick stiffens hearing her say those words, and I hover over her. “You can have me anytime you want, day or night. I’m yours.”
21
VANESSA
My thighs cramp up as I try to get out of bed. I’m playing hookie today. After spending hours at Brodie’s house last night, Tina left around two in the morning. Finally doing something for myself, and not to please others has opened my eyes to what I really want. Happiness. Instead of letting fear stop me, I’m going to embrace it, and use it to propel me forward. Brodie deserves a chance, and letting things like my previous relationship or having a child get in the way of that is absurd. Single mom’s date all the time, so why should I let that stop me? Sherrie deserves to see me happy, and not allowing myself to have that will only make my world a sad, dark place.
“It’s time to get up for school!” I say, knocking on her door, but then she’s already in the kitchen eating her toast. “What are you doing up? You sleep okay?”
Sherrie nods, and goes back to eating. She knows something is going on with me coming home late twice in the past week, but right now isn’t a good time to tell her. Brodie and I are still new and she doesn’t need to be involved for at least a couple of months. We have to spare her heartache, even if I’m giving mine over to him.
Brodie is the first man that has been honest with me from the start, about everything. He made it clear on our first date that he wants something long-term. He wants a commitment, and eventually I think I will be able to give that to him.
Even with Lee, things always felt out of place, like he just wasn’t the right man for me, even though I loved him. It took years for me to figure out that love isn’t everything. Sometimes love will conquer all, but only if it’s with the right person.
We experience love right out of the womb, and our parents show us what love is, and then we grow up and branch out into the world. It’s then that we find out that love can also hurt. I’ve been in love three times in my life, and of course, each time I thought we would sail off into the sunset together, but obstacles were presented and it ended up in flames. So, I have to remember that love is a powerful thing, and we have to fight for it.
I pull a pair of leggings from the closet and a black t-shirt and throw them on before hurrying Sherrie out the door. To be honest, I don’t feel like going to work today, and I’m entitled to have a sick day every once in a while.
Me: I won’t be coming in today. Hold down the fort.
Tina has been there since the day the salon opened and knows just as much as I do. She has her own set of keys and I trust her.
Tina: I got this. Enjoy your “sick” day.
So, maybe Brodie is off today and it’s just an excuse to get to see him this morning, but whatever. The high coursing through my body right now is intense, and I want to ride it for as long as I can. The empowerment of choosing myself has made things clear. I’ve wasted too much of my life making other people happy and putting myself on the back burner, but not anymore. That ended yesterday.
I am a new person today, and the promise I make to myself is to always think about myself first. Now, that doesn’t mean Sherrie isn’t taken into consideration, but how can she be happy if I’m miserable?
When I pull up to the curb in the drop off lane, Sherrie hesitates to get out.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask, turning to the backseat.
“Is daddy picking me up today?”
