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I’ve dreaded the last four working days, something I have never felt before. Boredom, yes, but not dread. However, today I’m excited as he’s meeting me at the gym this morning.
Today is the first morning he’s not been dizzy and felt good enough to drive, so he left my house early to go back to his hotel to shower and change. It’s the first time he’s been back there since Saturday.
Having him living in my home has been oddly natural and coming home to a warm hug, welcoming smile, and someone who cares about me is a novel experience for me.
When I was growing up, my father was never around because he and Mom never saw eye to eye, so he stayed away when my mother was around, making the excuse that he was working late. To be honest, my mother wasn’t around much either; she was always too busy shopping, dining, or cocktailing with God knows who, doing God knows what, and it’s not as if Francesca and I were ever close, so most of my childhood and teenage years were spent by myself in that big, empty, loveless home. Hence why I would end up at either Ruby or Hannah’s place after school, studying and having dinner with them. Those girls are my family. They say blood is thicker than water, but when it comes to my family, it couldn’t be further from the truth.
Why my mother and father had me, I will never fully understand.
While Francesca was an accident, I was an even bigger one.
Christmases were always forced dinners together, tense, and I have vivid flashbacks of the many arguments my parents used to have. The house was always filled with tension and the arguments were unsettling.
Although I suspect when my mother fell pregnant out of wedlock with my sister, my father did the honorable thing and married my mom. But all it did was make them so unhappy and miserable together, in turn, they inflicted that on us too, not that Francesca noticed. Being a full-time bitch is a full-time job, and she was always too wrapped up in herself to care. She’s never changed.
As awful as it was, when my mom and dad divorced, it was also such a relief. Like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. While Francesca continued living in our tomb of a home with Mom, I moved in with my dad and the peace and normality I craved happened overnight. He and I moved into a cozy modest four-bedroom family home. It was an utterly perfect with an open space layout on the bottom floor and a wraparound porch. No arguments or tension. We spent every dinner together, movie nights, and we became our own little nuclear family unit.
And I finally had a father. The change in him was remarkable.
That’s when my father and I became very close. He shared his days with me and it’s where I learned all the ins and outs of West Oracle Corporations. I decided, over all our many dinners, that I wanted to work for him.
It was the best decision I ever made. As soon as I left college, I joined West Oracle and worked my way up the ranks. I love my job, but I’ve been doing the same role now for six years and I’m feeling an itch for change.
I’ve felt restless in my job for a while. I still want to work for the family business, but I can do my job in my sleep and it’s becoming a bit like Groundhog Day for me. A new challenge is what I think I need.
And for the first time, all I have wanted to do is stay at home. With Lincoln.
I enjoy having him in my life, in my home, not to mention in my bed.
The times I haven’t been at work, we’ve spent every waking moment with each other and he keeps surprising me.
On Monday, he did all my laundry. Tuesday I returned from work to discover he had cleaned my pool and made a three-course meal for dinner. Wednesday he cleaned my house, and all day Thursday he texted me telling me how much he missed me and all the things he wanted to do to me when I got in from work.
I’ve never met anyone like him.
He’s so goofy and silly and has me in fits of laughter most of the time; he gives me the confidence to just be me. He acts like a child but deep down I think this is how he covers his inner childhood pain and the deep-rooted issues he has with his mother leaving him as a baby.
I know he craves the love of a woman. Every morning I wake up with him wrapped around me. He cuddles me every chance he can and all week he’s asked me what time I was going to be home.
It’s almost like he needs to know I will return to him.
To reassure him, every night this week, I sent him a text message to let him know I was on my way home, and every night butterflies danced in my stomach as I drove closer to him.
His warm Scottish voice awakens my lucid dreaming, “Morning, Petal.” Familiar hands skim my waist and his soft lips trace the back of my neck. “I like when you wear your hair up.” I lean back against him as his zesty scent floods my senses. Lincoln kisses the pleasure patch he found behind my ear, and it sends a wave of goosebumps across my body, making me shiver. I love that he likes my body so much and enjoys kissing every part.
I want to go back home with him.
A needy moan escapes my lips.
“I think my girl needs me,” he mumbles.
I slide my rainbow planner onto the table by my side.
“She does.” I turn myself around in his enormous arms and loop mine around his neck. “It’s been a few days; I’ve been letting you rest.” I check his glued back together head. “It looks so much better today.”
“It does and I feel great today too. Plus, this little dress of yours makes me feel even better still.” He grabs my ample ass.
“Easy access.” I giggle. I’ve become a giddy schoolgirl around him.
