by Ivy Jordan
“I promise, I’ll book the flight today,” he assured me.
Chapter Fifteen
Isaac
Beth was up my ass as soon as I walked into the office Monday morning. “You tell her yet?” she asked.
Damn, she nipped at my ankles like a small dog wanting attention as I made my way to my private office. “No,” I admitted, but didn’t want to indulge her on why.
“Isaac, you have to; things are going too far,” she insisted.
I knew that, I wasn’t an idiot, but I loved this woman with all my heart. “I can’t risk her getting hurt,” I snapped, moving towards my safe.
“You don’t think you lying to her all this time is going to hurt her?” she persuaded.
“I don’t trust this guy, Beth. He’s a bad man, and with the nightmares Maddie’s had, there’s no way I can allow her to run back to him,” I snarled.
Beth sat down in the chair facing my desk. She crossed her long legs, tapped her knee with perfectly manicured red nails, and pursed her lips into a pucker. “How are things going between you two?” she asked.
“They are going great actually,” I smiled, pulling Maddie’s phone from the safe.
“Has he called anymore?” she asked, motioning to the Motorola in my hand.
A green light flashed at the top of the phone, so I slid my thumb across the screen to see what message was waiting. My stomach churned as I noticed four more missed calls from Rob, and several texts begging for her to come back. “This guy isn’t going to leave her alone,” I sighed, sitting in my tall leather chair.
“What’s he saying?” Beth asked.
I handed her the phone and let her read the texts herself. Her nose crinkled as she stared at the screen, and then looked up at me. “Yes, he’s good,” she sighed, handing the phone back to me.
I clicked on the voicemails and let them play. His voice was sincere and filled with worry. “Baby, I know you wouldn’t just take off like this; please let me know you’re okay. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat. I just really need to hear your voice,” Rob pleaded on the phone.
“You think she wouldn’t buy into this?” I asked sarcastically.
Beth shook her head. “I always fell for it,” she admitted.
“Then you agree, I can’t tell her,” I growled.
“I didn’t say that. Maybe if you helped her remember on her own how bad this man is,” she suggested.
“She’s already remembering. Yesterday at breakfast, she had several breakthroughs remembering us as kids,” I sighed.
Yeah, she remembered. Fuck. Our time together is already shrinking.
Beth seemed excited about the memories, but I wasn’t so sure they were a good thing. I loved that she was remembering us, but that meant soon she’d remember him, and that there was no us at all.
“I booked us a flight to Portland for after Christmas,” I blurted.
Beth stared at me with her dark eyes, her lips still pursed together, and her chin shifting from side to side. “That’s a good plan,” she said with little confidence.
“Yeah, until she walks into her apartment and sees all the pictures of her and Rob,” I whined.
My head was spinning as I pictured the look of confusion on Maddie’s face when she realized we weren’t a couple and that I’d lied to her.
“Maybe she’ll remember how he hurt her once she sees his face,” Beth encouraged.
Maddie’s phone vibrated across my desk. I picked it up, seeing it was another call from Rob. “What am I going to do about this?” I asked, holding the phone up so Beth could see the name of the caller.
Her eyes widened and her head shook as she stared at me with dark eyes. “See if he left a voicemail,” she suggested after the ringing stopped for a minute.
I hit voicemail, and of course, he’d left another one. “Maddie, or whoever the fuck this is, I need someone to answer me. Your landlord said some man was paying your rent; where the hell are you, and who is this man? Are you safe? Please tell me you’re safe, or I’m coming to find you, and whoever this is that’s holding you against your will,” Rob’s voice threatened through the phone.
His threats made me uneasy, mainly because I knew if the cops got involved, I’d be thrown in jail. “I can’t let him find her,” I told Beth.
“You can’t let him find her, or you,” she stated.
I knew that was a true statement.
“What do I do?” I asked.
Beth reached up from her seat and snatched the phone from my hand. “There’s only one way to handle this guy,” she said, opening the text box.
“I’ll send him a text from Maddie,” she added.
I walked behind her so I could see what she typed.
Maddie: Rob, leave me alone, I am safe.
Rob: Where are you?
Maddie: With friends.
Rob: Who? Is this even Maddie?
Maddie: Rob, please, leave me alone. I don’t want to talk to you or see you.
Rob: Who’s paying your rent, and why aren’t you paying it yourself?
Maddie: That’s none of your business.
Rob: If this is really Maddie, tell me where we met.
“Do you know where they met?” Beth asked me.
My heart raced, realizing it wasn’t going to be easy to get rid of this man. I shut my eyes, trying hard to remember all the comments and posts that Maddie had on her Facebook. “Dori’s Ice Cream Parlor!” I exclaimed.
Maddie: Dori’s Ice Cream Parlor.
Beth looked relieved as she sent the text. “That should prove to him that it’s her, she sighed.
Rob: This isn’t Maddie. I’m coming to find you!
I took the phone from Beth and turned it off before putting it back into my safe. “Do you think he can find her?” Beth asked.
“I don’t know,” I sighed.
I didn’t know. Anything was possible. Fuck. That was my job, to find people who didn’t want to be found, and to expose secrets that had been so skillfully hidden. There were lots of guys like me in the field, and if he found a good one, then yeah, Maddie would be found, and so would I.
“I can’t tell her now,” I groaned.
“No, you can’t,” Beth agreed.
My phone started ringing, reminding me that I had a job to do. Beth left my office, and I answered. It was Paul Gallo, one of my highest profile clients. He used to be in the mob, when the mob was cool, and now retired. He spent his days at a swanky country club next to the pool. He went through women like crazy, all way too young for him, and all out to get their hands on his fortune. He used me to find out the dirt on them before he got too close. So far, he hadn’t been able to get too close to anyone, but this one he was really hoping was different. “She’s older,” he said proudly on the other end of my phone. His usual girlfriends were always in their early to mid-twenties. “She’s thirty-three,” he added, almost causing me to choke on the laughter I swallowed.
He went on to tell me that he had a big New Year’s planned for her, a ring that he’d offer to her to become his wife, but before that, he needed to be sure she was the one. I hesitated, knowing that I promised to take Maddie to Portland right after Christmas. I knew that Beth could handle the case without my help, but I also knew it might be a great excuse for me to postpone the trip. “I’ll handle it,” I agreed.
I called Beth into my office and explained that Mr. Gallo needed surveillance on his new love interest. “It must be done before New Year’s,” I sighed with a fake exhaustion.
“I can handle it, so it shouldn’t interrupt your plans with Maddie,” she offered eagerly.
“He can be a tricky client. He likes having me on call,” I argued.
“You’re trying to get out of this trip, aren’t you?” she smirked.
She knew me too well. I fought back my grin and swallowed the lump in my throat, the one I got when I lied. “He’s a huge client,” I explained.
“Understandable, but this is Maddie’s life we’re talking abo
ut. You can’t keep putting her recovery on hold,” she lectured. “The longer you do, it seems more likely that you only worried about your own feelings, not hers,” she added with a stiff frown following her statement.
“Okay. Here’s the file. You can work on it this week, but if things become overwhelming, or Mr. Gallo so much as scoffs at the fact you’re working the case and not me, I’m postponing the trip,” I insisted.
“Fair enough. So, that frees up your day tomorrow; why don’t you take Maddie to do something fun?” she suggested.
“She used to love antiquing; at least she did when we were in high school. There is a huge antique flea market shop not far from here, and a new beach to experience,” I smiled.
Yes, I liked that idea. I’d take Maddie to do something fun and create new memories for her, for us.
“Have you decided what to get her for Christmas?” Beth asked.
I leaned back into my chair, the leather squeaking as I adjusted my hips. I pulled my arms over my head, crossed them, and intertwined my fingers as I thought about her question. I hadn’t thought about what to get Maddie for Christmas. It would be our first real Christmas together, and, most likely, our last. I knew it had to be something sentimental, something that would show I knew her, truly knew her. But the truth was, I didn’t really know much about her since she graduated college. It would have to be something from her past, something that would help her to connect back to who she was, but not trigger her memories of who she’d become.
“I’ll think of something,” I smiled.
Chapter Sixteen
Maddie
Isaac gripped my waist, his fingers working furiously tickling my sides. “Stop it!” I giggled excitedly. My cheeks hurt from laughing so hard, and he was relentless, obviously loving the fact he had me so giddy.
Finally, he stopped, his body pressing its weight onto me, my back sinking into the plush mattress. My sides were sore, but my cheeks ever sorer from the laughter. His beautiful green eyes glistened like jewels from the sunlight entering our room. Our room. That was the first time I’d referred to it that way. It felt good. It felt natural.
“You’re going to be late for work,” I said softly, our lips so close I knew my breath tickled his skin when I spoke. His eyes narrowed, and his smile widened as his hands moved back to my sides. “No, please,” I cried out joyfully. “You love to torture me, Isaac Lewis,” I scolded with a playful tone.
His fingers lingered on my sides, my extremely sore sides. He didn’t touch me, didn’t tickle, but instead lowered his lips onto mine and kissed me passionately. I melted into the mattress, no longer worried about the threat his fingers made on my side. His tongue rolled across my lips, parting them gently, and then entered my mouth. My entire body reacted to the kiss, to the passion it embodied. I was falling for this man, and for the second time, I giggled. I’d been wishing desperately to remember the past, but at that moment, for the first time, I was glad I couldn’t. It was nice to experience all these firsts with Isaac, even if they weren’t truly firsts. They felt good. They felt amazing.
My arms wrapped gently around his neck, pulling myself up and into him so my tongue could push deep into his mouth. I don’t know how I ever doubted this man’s honesty.
“Seriously, you’re going to be late,” I whispered as our kiss ended.
“I’m not going in today,” he smirked.
My legs wrapped around his waist and back, clamping together at the ankles. I had him locked in, unable to escape, but he didn’t seem to mind. He rolled his body, so hard, with his hands gripped to my waist. In a quick rush, I was on top of him, and he beneath me. “I want you,” he whispered.
Our eyes were locked onto one another’s, and now my pussy pressed against his erection. I wanted him too. “There’s a condom in the nightstand drawer,” he instructed.
I leaned over, opening the drawer, and pulled out a condom from a fresh, unopened box. I tore it open as Isaac slid his pants down while bucking me with his hips. I slid down to his legs, staring at the large, veiny muscle between his thighs. My mouth watered as I lowered myself for just a quick taste. My body was hungry for him to be inside of me, and I wasn’t willing to waste much time on foreplay. We were both already excited, his cock rock hard, and my pussy dripping with juices. My lips pressed tightly around the tip of his cock, and I sucked hard as I lowered down his shaft. My cheeks sucked in, creating the suction needed to make him groan. A loud pop noise sounded as I released his cock from my mouth. I looked up at him, smiled, and loved seeing the passion and desire on his face.
“You want me to do it?” he asked, motioning to the condom.
“No,” I breathed.
I wasn’t as experienced as I thought I would be, taking several attempts to get the latex protection unrolled down his shaft.
I stood up on the bed, my feet on either side of his body. I slid my panties off from under my night shirt, and then pulled it off as well, giving him a beautiful view of my nude body.
His eyes lingered where my legs parted, causing my pussy to twitch with excitement. I lowered back down, his hands immediately cupping my small breasts as I positioned his erection between my swollen pussy lips.
My body was already well lubricated, and sliding easily with my weight onto his shaft. I let out a moan, my eyes rolled back into my head, and I called out his name as he filled me.
I loved watching his lips part, his chest rise and drop so rapidly, and his eyes fill with what I assumed was love, admiration, appreciation, maybe. I bounced up and down, his hands on my hips guiding me to a steady rhythm. My hand reached behind me, grabbing his balls, and held them in my palm. I worked my fingers through the loose flesh, massaging until it began to tighten.
My motions altered to a rock, grinding my clit against his pelvis. The friction it created, along with the fullness of his cock inside of me, worked up an orgasm quickly.
It was obvious that Isaac wasn’t far behind, his breathing becoming sporadic, his eyes rolling back, and his bucking becoming faster and deeper. Deep growls rolled through his throat and out of his lips as my orgasm exploded into wild pulsations around his thick member. I continued to rock against him, feeling as if my orgasm would never end due to the friction. His hands gripped my hips firmly, stopping further torture as his body stiffened beneath me, and the words “I love you” were mumbled, almost to an unrecognizable state.
My heart swelled. I loved him too. At least I thought I did, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it, not until I was sure. I fell onto him, letting my weight push down his chest, and enjoyed his arms around me while his cock stayed situated in my warm hole.
This is what sex should feel like. I knew that, even if I couldn’t remember sex at all with anyone else, including Isaac.
“What a wonderful way to start our day of fun and adventure,” Isaac whispered in my ear.
“Day of fun and adventure?” I questioned.
“Oh yeah. I have an entire day planned for us,” he smiled.
My heart swelled with excitement as I slid from his arms and to my feet. “I need to shower,” I exclaimed, rushing to the bathroom to clean up. I needed this so badly; he probably had no idea just how badly.
This house, as lovely as it was, just didn’t feel like home. I knew I had a week and a half to get ready for my Portland trip, but until then, I wanted to try everything to bring back my memories of this sweet and wonderful man.
The warm water flowed from the faucet down my face, my shoulders, and belly. My eyes closed as the streams of water blasted onto my skin, and my thoughts were focused on the memories that Isaac and I had already created. I was thankful for them, for him.
Strong arms slid around my waist, startling me at first. Isaac chuckled as he pulled me into his chest, my back taking in the warmth of his smooth skin. He gripped the loofah, added body wash, and instead of using to wash himself, he carefully, gently, and sensually washed me. The feeling of being pampered was opening my heart even more to him. Y
es, I was falling.
By the time Isaac had washed me, carefully dried me, and carried me in his strong arms to the bed, I was ready to give up on the trip outside of the house I had so eagerly anticipated and just stay in the bed with him making love all day.
He leaned over me, his damp body dripping onto mine. Our lips met, our tongues entangled, and my body tingled with desire as he pulled back quickly.
“Oh no, we have plans,” he smirked.
“Tease,” I laughed.
He winked in my direction and then dropped his towel to the floor. His manhood was half-hard, still impressive, and made me want to cancel the plans even more so than before. I opened mine, displayed my own nude body and grinned as my legs parted for his peering eyes.
“Who’s the tease now?” he chuckled.
“I’m not teasing,” I winked.
His eyes were filled with hunger, and I knew it was killing him not to touch me, taste me, fuck me. But, he didn’t. He tossed a throw blanket over me and laughed.
“You really don’t want to spend the day out in public with me that bad?” he joked.
“Of course not,” I protested.
“Get dressed then,” he ordered.
He disappeared into the walk-in closet where I could hear his shuffling through hangers to find something to wear. “What should I wear?” I called to him.
“Something comfortable, and pack a bikini,” he ordered.
Ugh! A day on the beach wasn’t exactly what I would call a day out. The beach was right here, just footsteps from our back door. I’d spent plenty of my downtime there, and I was growing bored with it.
I didn’t complain, but instead dressed in a cute yellow sundress with tiny blue flowers and sandals. My bikini was underneath, eliminating the need to change when we hit the beach. My belly grumbled. I was starving, so I hoped he had planned a meal before he shoved me in the sand.
Isaac exited his closet wearing a bright blue polo shirt that brought out the brightness in his green eyes, a pair of light tan khaki shorts, and sandals.
