by Stone, M. T.
“I will. Go get some rest,” she says, as if sleeping will even be an option right now.
“I booked a nice, little suite at Park South for the next few days,” I whisper to Mandy after the elevator doors close. “It’s not the fanciest, but it’s real close and no one will ever think of looking for us there.”
“The way you say that makes you sound a little paranoid,” she replies with an unsettled look.
“Between our parents, Tommy and whoever else… I have plenty of reasons to avoid everyone right now. That’s why I think we will just walk the few blocks to the hotel instead of taking a limo.” I squeeze her hand reassuringly, even though I don’t have complete confidence in the plan myself.
Chapter 16
Mandy
After all of the sitting we have been doing, it feels good to walk in the fresh morning air. Just as my legs are getting warmed up we reach our destination. Compared to the other hotels I have stayed at with Trey, this one is elegant and modern but is nothing nearly as overwhelming. Trey is right though, Tommy will never think of looking for us here.
“I have a reservation for Addison,” Trey tells the clerk at the front desk.
She smiles and glances over at a copy of the New York Times. “Trey Addison?” she confirms after punching a few keys on the computer.
“Right, and yes my mother had an affair with her father,” he says in a rather dismissive tone. “I’m not expecting any calls or visitors so if anyone asks, I am not here.”
“I understand, sir.” She replies sheepishly, handing him the key cards and pointing us toward the elevator.
“Sorry for being harsh, but I’m exhausted,” he apologizes, taking the cards. “Oh and I guess our limo driver will be dropping off a couple bags for us.”
“Very good, sir. I will see that they are sent up to your room,” she says with a courteous smile. “I hope you can get some rest.”
“Me too,” he grumbles, offering his arm and escorting me to the elevator. “I have to call Tommy and push our lunch meeting to tomorrow. I’m too tired to deal with him today.”
I slip my arms around him and hold him tight while the elevator slowly takes us to the top floor. After being on an emotional rollercoaster day after day, we both could have used eight hours of sleep last night. He squeezes me against his broad chest and I dream of the day when things go back to normal.
Trey
Upon entering a clean, comfortable suite Mandy excuses herself to take a hot shower. I take the opportunity to give Tommy a call but it goes straight to his voice mail. I sigh as I scroll to Dad’s old office number and give that one a try. Becky, his long time personal receptionist answers the phone, making it seem for a moment that nothing has changed.
“Hi Becky, it’s Trey. I’m looking for Tommy,” I tell her, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.
“Oh, Trey,” she says with a crack in her voice. “I’m so sorry I didn’t get a chance to talk to you after the funeral.”
“That’s okay, Becky. It was a crazy day,” I reply, not wanting her to think any more about it.
“I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am.” She pauses to clear her throat. “I’m sorry, you are looking for Tommy Fowler?” She suddenly shifts back to her professional demeanor.
“Yes, I was going to meet him for lunch, but I need to postpone until tomorrow. I just spent all night at the hospital with Tyler,” I explain.
“I understand. Tommy is busy today too,” she tells me. “He’s been in a conference with Bill Gleason ever since he got in this morning. I don’t dare interrupt them.”
“That’s fine, just let him know that I’ll put him on my schedule for noon tomorrow.”
“I’ll update his calendar. And Trey,” she pauses hesitantly. “I’m going to call you after work tonight. I should have called you sooner, but…” Her voice cracks again.
“Call me anytime, Becky,” I reply, trying to reassure her. “You are practically family, so don’t ever hesitate to call me about anything.”
“I’ll call you tonight,” she whispers eerily before abruptly hanging up.
I am so tired of these nagging feelings in my gut. Based on the way she was acting, it’s obvious that she knows something and wants to share it with me. I crawl onto the bed and flop over on my back wondering what it might be. Hopefully she has some insight into what has been going on. Maybe she has overheard something that can help us figure this out.
Mandy
I was hoping that Trey would take a hint and join me for a nice, steamy shower, but he obviously has too much on his mind. By the time I finish, it appears that he has already fallen asleep on the bed. I don’t think he slept a wink last night. I tie my robe and slip into bed next to him wishing he would wake up for a quickie, but there is no response. Nestling in next to him, I decide it’s probably for the best. We can both use some rest.
“I really like how you smell,” he murmurs with a subtle smirk crossing his face. “What do you have on?”
“I like to call it Sure Fuck.” I giggle, giving him a kiss on the cheek and running my hand over his crotch. “Is it working?”
“I think you already know the answer to that,” he replies, opening one eye and giving me a seriously sexy look. “I need to go brush my teeth.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I insist, tracing the length of the bulge that is growing in his pants. “I’m not interested in kissing right now anyway. I was just thinking about when you were behind me in the shower and you were rolling my nipples between your fingers. It made me wet just thinking about having your hands on me.” I take hold of his belt and unhook it, eager to get him out of his pants.
“Alright… up against the wall,” he says, immediately knowing exactly what I was thinking. He stands up to allow his pants and briefs to fall away from him. He quickly unbuttons his shirt and ditches that as well before moving in behind me. “No matter what happens, your hands have to stay against the wall,” he whispers in my ear, flipping the back of my robe up to reveal my ass.
“Is that a threat?” I ask, feeling a jolt of electricity at the thought of what might happen if I defy his command.
“I’ll let you find that out the hard way.” He runs his warm hands along the curves of my ass and down my thighs. “You need to get rid of this robe.” He pulls at the tie, allowing it to fall open.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t take my hands off the wall.” I snicker, glancing back at him.
“You’re good,” he whispers while pulling back the collar and kissing my neck just beneath my left ear. He has already figured out that it’s one of my weak spots.
A shiver reverberates down my spine as he continues to ravish my sensitive flesh while sliding two fingers between my folds and releasing the juices that have been building up inside. “God, that feels good.”
Trey
As Mandy begins to moan and squirm, any thoughts of how tired I am have quickly been replaced by the need to drive her to another incredible orgasm. Hearing her gasp and feeling her tremble when I push her over the edge has become somewhat of an addiction for me. Seeing how far I can take her and finding new ways to increase the intensity have provided a much needed break from all that is swirling around me.
I position the head of my rock hard dick in the perfect position to tease her, while continuing to manipulate her clit with my fingers. Her breathing is becoming labored, so I nibble gently at her earlobe while slowly sliding into her. She feels so amazing.
“Oh, my God!” she cries, suddenly becoming weak at the elbows.
I pull my hand back and latch onto her hips as I push myself deep inside of her. I hold it there for a brief moment before beginning to rock her hips against me. She draws her knees together gripping me even tighter than before and she begins to thrust back upon me.
“Oh, fuck…” I had intended to be the one in control, but the way this feels leaves me no choice but to let her have her way with me.
I suddenly remember her mentioning how she
loved it when I rolled her nipples between my fingers. I slide my hands around the sides of her body and cup her breasts firmly. She lets out a soft moan while continuing to move her hips against me with conviction. I force my fingers together and roll her nipples between them.
“Harder,” she whimpers, adding additional fuel to the already scorching, hot moment.
Inspiration strikes from watching her long, dark hair flow down the length of her back. I reach up with my right hand and grab hold of it while wrapping my left arm around her waist. I pull her to me and once again take over, passionately giving her everything I have to offer.
An unexplainable feeling washes over me as I reach another intense climax. Even though my body is completely spent and more than sexually satisfied, there is still a longing deep inside of me. I wrap both arms around her as we both begin to recover, still gasping for air. I wish we could just stay right here, feeling like this for a while.
“I really liked that.” Mandy finally says, turning her head back toward me. “I love how it feels when you take control and dominate me a little.”
“I love how it feels to be with you,” I reply, continuing to hold her close. “Unfortunately I can’t sit like this any longer.” I give her a kiss before tipping both of us to the side.
“I want to try all kinds of things with you,” she says as she turns to face me with a giddy smile on her face.
“I’m up for that.” My mind immediately begins to conjure up all kinds of possibilities.
“You just let your imagination run wild,” she whispers, snuggling in under the sheets next to me. “I’ve never had anyone that I’ve been so comfortable with.”
Lying with her wrapped in my arms, I once again I realize that I feel completely calm and at peace. I am amazed by this feeling of contentment, like nothing else in the world matters because all I need is right here in front of me. Unfortunately, my lack of sleep quickly catches up with me and I drift off.
* * *
“Your phone is ringing,” Mandy says, shaking me from a deep sleep.
I glance at my watch and see that several hours have passed, so I reach over and grab it to see who is calling. “It’s Mom,” I tell her, wondering if she has good news or if she has found out about the newspaper article. I let it go to voicemail, but instead of leaving a message, she calls right back.
“Hi, Mom,” I answer with a yawn.
“I’m sorry to wake you but Ty is awake and I want you to come up and see him right away,” she says with the most enthusiasm I have heard from her in years. “He doesn’t recognize either of us, but the nurse said maybe seeing you would kick start his memory.”
“I’ll be over, I just need a few minutes to wake up,” I reply wishing I could’ve slept for several more hours.
“Come as soon as you can,” she reiterates. “And then we can discuss this article on the front page of the Times.”
“I’m sorry, Mom.” I cringe at the thought of her seeing it. “I had no idea Perry was going to use them in such a public way.”
“Where did they come from?” she asks with increasing irritation in her voice.
“Some are from your cedar chest and others are from Ray’s filing cabinet,” I admit, instantly feeling ashamed that we had gone behind their backs. “I just wanted to get the feds off my back. I had no idea that Perry would make them public like that.”
“You’re just lucky that Ty woke up today,” she says curtly. “Otherwise I probably would’ve raised holy hell with you two.”
“Actually, this probably makes us even,” I reply wanting to turn this back on her a little bit. “For ruining my relationship with Dad.”
After a moment of silence, she says, “Let’s focus on your brother.”
“I agree. I’ll be up there within the hour.” I hang up the phone and toss it on the bed. Glancing over at Mandy, I can see that she is once again stewing about the fact that the letters were made public.
“Dad’s going to kill me,” she says, shaking her head and looking fearful.
“I would handle him the same way as I handled Mom. Put it back on him,” I tell her. “They are the ones who created the mess, we just accidentally exposed them.”
“You are probably right,” she replies with a somber look.
“Let’s get ready, Ty is awake,” I tell her before hopping out of bed.
Chapter 17
Trey
After rushing to the hospital, Mandy and I get off the elevator and head directly to Tyler’s room. As we approach the door I can hear Vanessa’s voice. I stop short and glance back at Mandy to let her know that I want to hold back for a moment.
“I have always loved you Tyler and I hope we will be able to get back to how things used to be,” she says in a tone that almost sounds like she is pleading with him. Feelings of Déjà vu wash over me as I stand outside the doorway listening to her profession of love for him. I might be the shoulder that she prefers to cry upon, but he has always had her heart.
“I’ll try my best,” Tyler responds. “But it might take me a while to piece all of this back together.”
“You are doing just fine,” Mom interjects, walking up to his bedside. “Everything will come back to you in time.”
Vanessa bends down and kisses him on the forehead, before turning back toward us. In that split second, my immediate impulse is to duck around the corner just as I did a decade ago, but I realize there is no longer any reason to do that.
“He’s awake!” I exclaim, taking a step forward into the doorway with Mandy’s hand in mine. “How are you doing buddy?”
“He doesn’t even remember me,” Vanessa answers on his behalf with tears streaming down her face. “He doesn’t remember anything.”
“It could just be temporary,” Mom adds, seeming happy to simply have him out of the coma. “The doctor said it mainly affected his short term memory.”
I think back to the conversation with Dr. Novacek when he told us that his short-term memory was certainly going to be disrupted, but there was also a fifty-fifty chance that his long-term memory would be affected.
“I’m just glad to see you awake,” I tell him as I approach the bed.
“Hi.” he greets me with a blank stare. “You’re pretty,” he says looking past me and toward Mandy.
“Thank you,” she replies holding out her hand. “I’m Mandy.”
“She’s my girlfriend,” I explain to him, hoping he won’t say anything more about her with Vanessa still in the room.
“You and Vanessa are engaged,” I tell him, reaching for her arm and pulling her back to the bed. “Here is the ring you gave her,” I explain, holding her hand up so he can see it.
“Wow, that’s huge,” he gasps. “How much did that cost?” He looks back and forth between the four of us with wide eyes.
“Oh, it wasn’t that much,” Vanessa retorts, with her cheeks turning a flushed red.
“Well, it sure is a big ring,” he says shaking his head back and forth.
“Do you remember me?” I ask him, crouching down to give him a better look.
“Hmm, you seem kind of familiar,” he replies, narrowing his eyes and studying my face. “I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you before.” He nods his head and continues to examine my features.
“Do one of you have a mirror?” I ask, figuring at least one of them would have a makeup mirror or something like that.
Both Mom and Mandy begin rummaging through their purses. “Here you go,” Mom says first, handing me a small mirror.
“Okay, Tyler. Look at yourself in this mirror and then look at me,” I tell him, holding the mirror next to my face so he can look back and forth between the two.
“It’s you,” he says with a totally perplexed look on his face.
“No. It’s you,” I reply, tipping the mirror down a bit so he can see his hospital gown.
“That’s crazy!” he exclaims looking back and forth between the mirror and me. He looks down at his gown. “What am I even doing her
e?” he asks, becoming a bit agitated.
“Someone poisoned you and they nearly killed you,” Mom begins to explain. “This is your twin brother,” she tells him, placing her hand on my arm.
“Wow, that’s amazing,” he says, still looking confused and shaking his head from side to side. “You look just like me,” he adds with an astonished expression on his face.
“It will all come back to you in time,” I tell him, hoping that my words are true. We all stand around him, just happy that he has pulled through.
“You are beautiful, too,” he says to Vanessa after staring at her for several seconds. “I don’t think I told you how pretty you are.”
Vanessa breaks into the first smile I’ve seen on her face since I’ve been back. “Thank you Ty. That’s all you really need to remember.” She leans over and gives him a kiss on the cheek while he continues to sit there with a dazed look on his face.
“The toxicology report is back,” Thelma, announces as she comes bouncing through the door waving a small stack of papers in her hand. “Officers are already on their way to pick up Dr. Potaturri.”
“So it was that bad?” I ask her.
“It was definitely bad,” she replies, lowering her head and raising her eyebrows. “Mescaline, DET and Hydrocodone. So you were probably walking around like you had been roofied,” she says giving Tyler a sympathetic look.
“That explains a few things!” Vanessa gasps. “That actually makes a lot of sense.”
“So he was basically stoned for the past month?” Mom asks, looking totally confused.
“You could say that,” Thelma responds. “The combination affects each person differently, but I can assure you that he definitely won’t remember much from that whole period of time.”
Tyler simply stares at her, trying to process what she is saying. Mom and Vanessa appear to be in shock and don’t even seem to know what to ask her. I glance over at Mandy and it’s obvious that both of us are thinking the same thing.
