by Eden Rose
ME: come to the game today. I have to see you.
KEELEY: what am I supposed to say?
ME: that you will meet me because I feel like I’m dying
KEELEY: dont say shit like that. you sound over dramatic
ME: i need to see you. there is nothing else i can think of than seeing you
KEELEY: thats not what i mean and you know it
ME: i will be at the Edward in Dearborn at 8. get yourself a key and then meet me in the room
KEELEY: i don’t know… god…
ME: we need to be together and this is the way. give me one night. just one night. i’m not asking for more than that right now. please? please cupcake
KEELEY: fine. see you at 8
I smile hugely at practice as I pocket my phone and jog out to the court. Practice is going to be long but tonight is going to be amazing and that is all that matters. I’m so excited to see her.
“Thorne! Get your fucking head out of the clouds and get your ass into the game!” Coach Stewart yelled at me.
I shrug it off because honestly, there is nothing that could distract me from my good mood. I will finally get to have Keeley in my arms and I’m not going to let practice get me down.
*
I shouldn’t have said that thing about practice getting me down. Fuck practice. Coach Stewart must have been able to tell that I’m thinking about anything but the game because he pulled me aside and laid into me.
“Thorne! Get low! I want your knees almost touching the ground!”
I do as he asks and I try to get as low as I can without popping my knees and I guess it’s not good enough for him.
“This is low!” Coach yells at me and squats down on the court. Of course he can get lower than I can because he’s 5’8”.
I don’t say anything and then he yells at me to follow him into his office. I know that it’s pretty bad when you get called into the office and I can’t help but shiver from it.
The last thing that I want to discuss is basketball. All I can think about is getting to Keeley. This is bad. I can’t ruin my contract especially when I’ve been promised a championship ring.
“Do you not fucking understand the amount of bull shit that I went through to get you signed? You promised me results, and I want it!”
I sat in the chair wearing my shorts and a pair of Nike slip ons. “I know, I’m sorry.” Honestly, what more is there to say? I know that I’m caught up in this Keeley mess and there is no way to get myself out of it.
He shakes his balding head and then tilts his head. “A lawyer contacted me about you.”
My back bolts up and I sit up straight. “What lawyer?”
It was buried. There is no way that it could have come out.
“Something about you doing things that you aren’t supposed to be doing,” he says as he rubs the back of his neck. “I don’t know what’s going on but something about a man looking into some private records that are not his or your business.”
“So,” I start and try to word what I want to say correctly. “You mean to tell me that I can’t look into something that affects me and the woman that I have fallen in love?”
Coach Stewart throws his hands up in the air and then sets them on top of his desk again. “Not when that lawyer is threatening to release some information about you that could kick you off the team.”
No. Jerry couldn’t have found out the information. There is no way in hell he could have. “What are you talking about?”
“We all know why you left LA so suddenly. However, now I know the real reason. When were you going to tell me that you were in a gang?”
The last thing I want to admit is that I was in a gang. Especially, not to a clean cut man that lives in a gated community. How the hell would he understand what it’s like to live in the projects? That’s right, because he wouldn’t.
My back tenses up and I can’t help but shut my eyes in hopes that this is going to go away. “None of those charges stuck and it was allegedly. There was nothing set in stone about that.”
My coach shakes his head and then gives me a steely look. “I’m going to tell you this right now, especially because I actually like your punk ass, don’t piss this guy off. He’s going to tell everyone exactly what happened.”
I scoot off the chair and then stand up to my height. “Don’t worry. Everything will be taken care of. I will see you tomorrow for the game.”
I don’t give him much time to return my parting response nor do I care. I need to get my hands on Keeley and then tell her how I’m going to kill her husband.
Keeley
Getting ready for whatever this is, is a lot harder than one would have thought. I have no idea what to bring or even what to say. I have my gym bag packed with some shampoo and conditioner along with a change of clothes and pajamas.
Do I just go over there naked and expect to jump into bed right away? I wouldn’t think so. I would think that he would at least try and talk to me about what is going on. Maybe apologize for shoving me away like I was a whore.
I will say one thing, I’m going to restrict the talking about Jerry. I need to spend a night with Wyatt and not have to think about my husband. How do I even do that, though? No matter what, I think about the fact that I’m no better than Jerry with my running around. I have cheated on him as well and there is nothing that I can do to change that.
The fact that I’m getting ready to do it again, that just proves how twisted I am.
After getting out of the shower and scrubbing every surface of my body while making sure that I have taken care of any hair, I am now stuffing my gym bag into my car. I waited to see if Jerry is going to be on his way home before I got ready, but it turns out he’s not coming home tonight.
Something about a work thing.
We are lawyers, there are only so many “work things” we can have after dinner time. I wonder if he is with another woman. I feel a slight stab of jealousy as I wonder that but I quickly squash it. I have no right to feel that way.
ME: i’m going out with the girls tonight. I won’t be back until tomorrow
JERRY: where are you going?
ME: not sure, i think we are going to go to Olivia’s cabin
JERRY: right
ME: i will see you tomorrow
JERRY: love you
I don’t say anything back. I don’t know what to say back to him after he says that. I want to call him a liar because he did this to me and has a child.
Plus, isn’t it shady as hell to tell him that I love him when I don’t? I love Wyatt.
I drive the forty-five minute drive to Dearborn with a pit in my stomach. I’m so nervous that I don’t know what to do with myself as I’m driving. I have changed the radio station at least thirty times.
Finally, I give up and pick up my phone to call Olivia. “Hello?”
“Tell me that I’m a bad person and I’m going to hell.”
“Hello to you, too.”
I shake my head and then cry out. “I’m a fucking bad person and I’m going someplace worse than hell.”
I can hear her straightening up some stuff in the background before she says anything. “KiKi, what are you doing?”
“I’m on my way to a hotel room to meet Wyatt. God damn it. I’m awful!”
“Sweetie,” she starts and then changes her tactic. “What part of this has you feeling guilty? Is it the lying? The cheating? The sneaking around?”
“Oh my god!” I cry out and feel tears flood my eyes.
Olivia clears her throat and then says: “Because if it is, I guarantee you that piece of shit husband of yours doesn’t give two shits about what he’s done. I want you to go and spend time with Wyatt. Realize that what you have going on with him is not wrong. It just happened when you least expected it.”
“Yeah, but-”
“There is no buts in this. KiKi, yes, you are cheating on Jerry but due to the circumstantial evidence of what is happening, I would have to say quid pro quo.”
I roll my eyes. “Way to ‘lawyer’ up my problem.”
“I am a lawyer, it’s what I do. When you get back, I want to go over all of the files that you have and we are going to see what we can do. I think it’s time…”
“Time…?”
“The Big D!”
Normally I would think she’s talking about dick, but I know she’s talking about divorce. It’s no secret that either of my friends don’t like Jerry and it was only a matter of time before my divorce attorney would have something to say.
“Come on…” I start but then stop. “Tell me I’m being stupid by going to this.”
I hear her chuckle. “No, I think this is the smartest thing you have ever done. Go over there and fuck his brains out.”
It’s my turn to chuckle. “Yeah right!”
“Start with getting naked and laying on the bed with your legs crossed…”
“I’m hanging up now!” I hang up on her and then park my car in the parking lot of the hotel.
I pull into a spot and then shut off the engine. It’s loud and it sounds as if it finalized a lot more than the running of my car. After sliding out of the car, I begin to panic. I have already slept with Wyatt, so it’s not as if we haven’t done it. It just seems…
So wrong.
By the time I make it to the door in order to enter the hotel, my nerves are causing me to shake so badly that I can’t even tip the doorman. He probably thinks that I’m crazy with my hands shaking as much as they are. I can’t help it.
The lobby is spacious with a big fountain in the middle that expands a few tiered levels with water cascading. I find it oddly soothing to watch as the water drips down over the edges. Maybe it’s symbolic in the sense that I’m about to fall over the edge.
I stick my hand into my purse and rifle around in it until my hands land on something that will help calm me down. The last thing that I want is for Wyatt to think that I’m a nut case. The Xanax feels like heaven to me as I pull it from my bag in order to pop a pill or two. But as I pop the pill, I keep my eyes trained on the fountain.
“Cupcake,” I hear whispered behind me. Quickly, I swallow the pill without water as fast as I can. As I turn, I’m faced with the man of my obsession over the past few months.
To this day, this man doesn’t know that I’m Bipolar and I’m not about to let him know that I am. The problem is, when people hear that word, they more than likely think that the person is crazy. Which at times, I have become manic, but I can’t help it. I have taken a lot of medicine and seen a bunch of doctors to ensure that I do not fall off the ledge of my sanity.
But if I were to fall, I’m glad it’s with Wyatt.
Wyatt is standing in front of me wearing a pair of dress pants and a button down dress shirt. A couple of the buttons on top are open and I can see his sexy chest through it. What gets me the most, is looking into his face of awe. He looks as if he’s happy to see me and all of my nerves have vacaded.
I throw my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life. Almost as if I couldn’t imagine not having him in my arms. Which is true, I couldn’t imagine him not in my life and it’s scary as hell.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I whisper against his neck. I breathe in his intoxicating smell. It’s all Wyatt with his light cologne, body wash and manly scent. I can feel the juices as they flow through my body and land in my pussy. Which is drenched.
He holds the back of my head and sifts his fingers through my hair. “How is it that everytime I touch you, it feels as if I’m home?” Wyatt murmurs against my ear. “I have missed you so fucking much. Let’s go to our room.”
Wyatt
Every time I have her in my arms, it’s almost as if I can breathe again. Why is that? I can breathe just fine on my own but there’s something about Keeley that makes me feel lighter. It sounds corny, and I know I have lost my man card, but you would have to try it to understand.
With my fingers gripped in her hair, I lightly pull her away from my neck and look at her beautiful eyes. There are specks of green in them and the mascara that she’s wearing, only amplifies the green even more. “I can’t wait to get you in our room, baby. I want these lips on mine.”
Keeley blushes and I fall harder. How is it that she can do something so innocent and make me want to kiss the hell out of her for being so cute? “I feel the same way. Lead the way.”
The elevator is tricky. Since we are in an enclosed and private space like this, I want to push her against the wall and make love to her. However, this is a night of romance and getting her to understand how much she means to me.
“Oh, my god! You totally want to get busy in the elevator!” Keeley squeals as she watches my face.
Playing it off is something that is not going to happen and I just shrug. Hey, there is nothing wrong with wanting to make sure that my woman is fully satisfied. “Maybe next time.”
A pout forms on her lips and she looks at me with sad eyes. “But I wanted to have sex in the elevator!”
“By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk.”
The elevator dings open and I lead us out of it. We are on the top floor of the hotel where the suites are. Since I’m trying to romance her, I made sure to pull out all of the stops in doing so.
I lead us through the hallway until we get to the last room. I already know what I have left behind, and I’m eager to show it off. After swiping the card through the reader, I swing the door open and then ease Keeley into the room.
Her eyes are wide as hell as she takes in the room. There is a gigantic couch in the middle of the room and a large flat screen. I have scattered pink rose petals throughout the room so I know she’s taking a look at that as well. It’s faint, but I have piano music playing in order to set the mood. There is a uncorked bottle of champagne in the middle of the coffee table with two goblets. Nestled in between them is a light blue box I picked up on my way here.
Feeling proud of myself, I step through the door and beckon Keeley to come through but when she doesn’t, I spin and look at her face. For some reason she’s crying and I begin to worry. Is this too much? Am I trying too hard?
“Please say something,” I mutter to her. I step in front of her and place my hands on her cheeks. “I have never done anything of this before. Damn it. I screwed everything up.”
That’s it! It’s time to call the whole thing off. I fucked it up and now I have lost her forever.
“This is too much. Wyatt, you didn’t have to do all of this for me. I appreciate it… but this is a lot.”
My chest caves a little as all of the air is sucked out of my lungs. I’m that pathetic asshole who is trying to seduce my married attorney. I can’t help it though. I’m determined to make her see reason and that is she belongs with me.
“I wanted to give you an evening that you deserve. If you don’t like it…” I begin and start moving to blow out the candles that are lit throughout this part of the suite.
I cringe as I think about how the bed has flowers on it. Great, now she thinks I’m pathetic.
“No! I love it. Thank you so much. It means a lot to me that you went through all of this to do this.” Keeley runs both of her hands down my arms until our fingers are linked together. “I love it. I love you.”
Feeling better about the situation now, I lead her through the room until we are seated on the couch. In front of us is the champagne and I pour her a glass. “If you don’t mind, I know we have a lot to talk about, but I want to focus on us. Let’s enjoy this night together.”
Inwardly I cringe. Who knows when we are going to get another night like this. She takes the glass from me and takes a sip. While she’s swallowing, I can’t help but feel my dick get harder as I watch her throat work to do it.
Keeley giggles and then relaxes her back to sit against the couch. “What’s so funny?” I ask her as I slide over to her and rub my hand over her flat stomach. “You lost a lot of weight…” I state and then shut up. I know how
girls are so serious about their weight. “Why?” I can’t help but ask her. I take a drink of my champagne to get a buzz.
“I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s talk about how you were watching my throat and had a dreamy look on your face. Were you thinking of the time that I swallowed your big dick whole?”
I choke on my champagne that I began to drink. She giggles louder and then leans over towards me and kisses my lips. The taste of champagne shoots through my lips and I moan against her mouth. I break apart our kiss and then chug the rest of the bubbly liquid into my mouth. After I have it drained and I have the glass dropped, I place my hands on her hips and drag her over my lap. I don’t stop pulling her until she’s straddling my lap and I feel the heat of her pussy against my dick.
With the champagne still in my mouth, I crush my mouth against hers and when her lips open to let my tongue in, I push the champagne into her mouth, Keeley moans loudly as they hit her taste buds and I feel her melt into my touch.
Our tongues duel with each other and I place my hands on her face to win the battle. Keeley starts grinding against my dick and I get harder from it. When she starts to moan, I lose the battle and throw her off of my lap until her whole body is resting on the couch.
She has a crazed look on her face and she looks up at me in amazement. With our bodies not connected anymore, I stand up to start getting undressed. Her greedy eyes are watching my movements as I do.
My fingers slowly unbutton my shirt until I get to the last one. Keeley’s eyes get wider as she watches me as I wait for her breathing to pick up. I want her so turned on that she will burst if she doesn’t have me touch her.
“Please,” she murmurs as she watches me.
Knowing that is my cue, I take my time undoing the last button. I’m standing in front of her, with my button down shirt completely unbuttoned, and a tent in my dress slacks. I don’t even bother thinking of the fact that I have stretched them beyond repair.
I can get another pair of pants, but I will never get another memory of Keeley’s eyes widened from pleasure.
She places her hands out in front of her to beckon me to come over her. I do just that. I place my hands by her shoulders and lay my body on top of hers effectively covering her like a duvet.
