Forever Mine (Providence Series Book 1)

by Mary B. Moore

  “I guess the good news is that there's one room here that doesn't need anything done to it.” I saw the look of satisfaction and pride cross Ren's face and turned to Colette. I probably couldn't even count on ten people's hands and feet how many women had been in that bed and had used this bathroom. The thought was depressing and yet again sobered me up from the fantasies running through my head.

  "Ren designed and picked it all out himself,” Colette was beaming with pride. I must have looked like a dumb bunny as my jaw opened and closed.

  “Seriously?"

  “Yeah, I dunno why, but when I was looking around for bathroom inspiration all this shit stood out to me like it was a must,” he shrugged as he looked around.

  “Boys and their toys hey?" I gestured towards all of the buttons and dials that did God knows what. Probably opened hidden drawers filled with condoms and lube, the little voice in my head piped. Snarky bitch.

  "If you think this is impressive beautiful, just wait until you see my bare wood and toys,” Cole said and winked at me making me burst out laughing. It seemed I could always rely on this guy.

  4

  ____

  Maya

  After following Colette around Cole's house and taking plenty of photos of both of the houses, we decided to call it a day so that they could get back to work and I could start thinking up some ideas.

  I spent hours looking for the perfect sectional and matching chairs for Ren’s lounge - which should be perfect for his orgies, the snide voice in my head sniped. For the dining room, I had found a glass top table with a big reclaimed wooden picnic bench frame underneath it, matching wooden chairs on one side and a bench on the other side. For his bedroom, a massive four-poster oak bed with transparent white panels that would be tied to each post and the same fabric billowing from the large windows that lead out to the balconies. I had also discovered a cavernous empty basement, so I was looking for ideas to make the most of that space for Ren.

  By the time eight o'clock hit, I had a full folder filled with ideas to show him and a couple for Cole. My next meeting with them wasn't until Tuesday, so I had the whole weekend to work on it and get some colors for the walls to show them as well as create mock ups for them to see.

  Just as I was getting up to stretch, my back my phone started ringing and I saw that it was my cousin Adam who had been away on business. After hearing that Ren had shared women with my cousins, I wasn't really in the mood to talk to them but knew if I didn't answer that they'd just turn up, so with a sigh I hit the answer icon on my screen.

  "Hey, Adam. Sorry but I'm just finishing up work and about to get in the bath for a long soak. Is it urgent?" I thought I'd sounded upbeat and 'normal,' but apparently not.

  "Whats wrong?" He asked in his overbearing way. He must have been at the bar because I heard music and voices in the background - probably picking up his latest slut to share with Ren. Jesus, that was messed up, and now I really didn't want to talk to him.

  "Nothing, I just have stuff to do. What’s up?" I replied in the most blasé voice I could.

  "Tell me what’s wrong first,” he barked just as a girl squealed in the background making me grind my teeth.

  "Adam, seriously, I'm two-seconds away from hanging up and putting the bolts across my doors so you can’t get in. I've said nothing’s wrong, and I mean nothing’s wrong, so what do you want?" I snapped. Oh well, at least I'd lasted that long without taking my resentment and hurt out on him.

  "What the fuck?" I heard the background noise get quieter and figured he must have moved out of the main room of the bar and down a corridor so he could hear me better.

  Unfortunately, after the day’s revelations I so wasn't in the mood for this. "Listen, I dunno what the fuck is going on with you, but if you don't get your ass to Jilly's in the next half hour, me and the boys are coming round and we'll knock your door in if we have to.”

  Adam wasn’t like my other cousins; he had a very serious and commanding personality that dared you to defy him. My youngest cousin Mark was at college and the quarterback of his football team and was a seriously fun loving guy. My older cousin Luke worked at my uncle’s company, and he was a perfect fifty-fifty mix of Adam and Mark.

  "Leave it, Adam. I’ve been working all day, and my head and neck hurt, and I just want to have a bath and sleep. I’ll call you tomorrow, have a good night,” I said and hung up.

  Figuring he'd only call me back until I answered and gave in, I turned my phone off, locked my doors with the bolts and headed upstairs to my sanctuary — my bathroom. It had an old fashioned claw footed tub that sat in the middle of it and I'd ordered a selection of bubble baths and bath salts as soon as I saw the house. Settling on Frangipani for the night, I ran the bath, stripped and then got in with my iPad to read my book. I was rereading a book and, although I'd read it a hundred times, I got totally lost in it until I realized that almost an hour and a half had passed and that the water, which I'd been topping up with hot, wasn't going to cut it anymore. I had a quick wash and got out toweling off and crawling into bed and passing out.

  When I woke up, the sun was shining brightly through the windows, and I realized I’d slept in later than I’d wanted to. Getting out of bed and stretching my neck and back, which were still stiff from being crouched over my laptop the night before, I got in the shower and then dressed in a pair of beige shorts and a white tank top and put my hair up in a messy knot. A quick swipe of mascara and lipgloss and I was ready to face the day.

  As I got to the bottom of the stairs there was a knock at the door and opening it I saw Uncle George, who was taking me to collect my car from the garage. My dad had bought a new Escalade before he was posted, but had decided against shipping it to Australia so I’d fallen heir to it. A couple of days ago, the door had refused to lock or open from the inside, and the window wouldn’t work. George had taken it to a mechanic he knew, so I’d been driving my aunt’s Lexus SUV while it was being repaired.

  I’d named my Escalade Hulk and missed it something fierce. It had a step and handle to help you get into it whereas my aunt’s SUV didn’t so I tended to drop out of it instead of ‘gracefully’ stepping out. I could just imagine my Mom’s face if she saw me doing this as it was ‘unladylike’. The Lexus didn’t have Bluetooth either so I kept having to pull over to the side of the road to take calls or put them on speakerphone which wasn’t ideal when you were setting up a business.

  “Wow, you’re prompt this morning, Uncle George! Coffee?” I was desperately in need of the bean nectar before we went out.

  “Sure, beautiful girl,” my uncle said wearing the smile he reserved purely for his family. He was an amazing man and owned an architecture firm that operated all over the United States as well as other countries. “Adam tells me you had a problem last night and that you bit his head off and hung up on him. Everything okay?” he asked, watching me.

  Oh my God, I couldn’t believe he was tattling on me to my uncle! We were a close family and George had brought his family out to wherever we were posted or we would come to Piersville to visit them at least once a year for as far back as I could remember. My cousins were more like brothers, and that meant I could get him back for pulling this monkey shit move.

  “No, not at all, Uncle George,” I poured us out two travel cups of coffee as I thought about how to land Adam in shit for telling tales. “I was tired and I heard a female moaning his name, so I figured it would be best to let him give her his full attention,” I paused for effect, “since it sounded like they were still in the bar.” I turned around and saw George’s mouth go into a tight firm line. Bingo!

  “I’ll speak to him.”

  Now, some people might say that what I had said was an overreaction or cruel, but the truth was since before I’d moved here, my cousins had been breathing down my neck with rules for my move. What I would be doing and what I wouldn’t be doing and there was a lot of that. If a male approached me when they were around, they formed a barrier in front of me
and told the guy not so nicely to get lost. Telling George that I had a problem when I just didn’t want to talk to him was below the belt, though.

  I screwed the lids on, passed one over to my uncle and picked up my handbag and headed towards the door.

  “Luke will stop by and collect Christy’s car later. He’ll call you before it, though. So how did yesterday go?” George asked as we got into his car.

  “Really good. The houses were beautiful, and I already have a lot of ideas for the first two. I’m going back on Tuesday with it all to get Ren’s approval,” I tried to sound focused on the work itself and not Ren.

  “What did you make of them?”

  “Yeah, they’re nice. Colette is fantastic, and Cole was a riot,” I said as I looked out of the window and took in the town.

  I loved Piersville. It had old shop fronts mixed in with a modern style and on the opposite side of it all was a gorgeous park with trees, benches, and a large pond in the center. Having lived in big cities all of my life, I had never experienced a quaint town like this as my home. To be honest, after a couple of weeks living here I was pretty certain that I never wanted to leave.

  “Well, that’s good news. Always helps to get along with who you’re working with,” George muttered pulling up in front of the garage. Eager to get to Hulk, I almost jumped out before George had put the handbrake on. “In fact, Ren’s the one who has been working on your car. Let’s go in and see what the news is on it.”

  I’d twisted to look at him when he’d mentioned Ren, and the strap of my handbag had, of course, got caught on the door tipping the contents all over the place.

  “Shit,” I groaned and got down on my knees to pick my crap up and shove it in my bag. As I reached for a lipgloss I saw black boots and then denim-covered knees in front of me. Working my way up, there was Cole squatting and holding not one, but four tampons. They were those compact ones and Cole was looking at them, tilting his head from side to side as he tried to figure out what it was that he was holding.

  “What the hell are these? Are they some sort of thingy that designers need to sort out interiors? Whatever they are they smell so nice,” He asked as he sniffed them. Why was he sniffing tampons?

  I burst out laughing so hard that I lost my balance and landed flat on my ass in the car park. “No, they’re tampons Cole, but yeah I guess they sort out interiors,” I got out, laughing to the point of tears. Thankfully I’d ducked my head just as he flung them like I’d said they contained the Ebola virus and started making hissing sounds, using his index fingers to make the sign of the cross in my direction.

  “What the fuck?” He yelled, rubbing his hands and face on his shirt like he’d touched something filthy. “That’s nasty! I had them in my hand and near my face…Oh my God, why would you carry those around with you?” He immediately went back to making the sign of the cross in my direction. By this point I was lying on my side crying and holding my stomach. It was too much!

  “Jesus, Cole, I know you went to school — did you pay attention to anything?” Barked Ren, who’d apparently seen and heard Cole’s over reaction to sanitary products, although I doubted anyone missed it. This killed my laughter immediately, and I felt my face go bright red. I mean come on, it is not a good thing to be caught by a guy, who looks like he should be immortalized in marble and put on display for the world to appreciate forever more, laughing on the floor with your tampons lying around you. Then to just hammer my embarrassment home, he crouched down and picked them up and put them in my purse thus completing my mortification.

  “Hey baby, your uncle’s inside waiting for you. Here, lemme help you up,” he said taking hold of my hand and pulling me up off the floor.

  “Uh thanks, and sorry about…” I trailed off and just gestured in the general area of where I’d been and saw that Cole was now rocking back and forth. “What the hell?”

  “Ah, Cole gets traumatized by all things um period,” Ren explained, looking like he was torn between laughing and wanting to wash his mouth out just for uttering the word period.

  “It's not natural,” Cole hissed leaning forward still curled in a ball. “You bleed for days. Days! If I bled for days,” he said dragging out the word dramatically, “you’d make me go to the hospital for stitches, but no not women,” he shuddered.

  Watching this tall, built guy rocking back and forth looking around like the FBI was about to jump out and then dramatically talking about periods was just too much.

  “You realize that all women have them right?” I got out through my laughter.

  “No, they don’t,” he said, adamantly shaking his head. “Playboy bunnies don’t.”

  Tears were falling down my face, and I was holding onto Ren and gasping. “Yeah, they do.”

  Cole jumped up to his feet, leaned into me and hissed, “You take it back. They do not! God made them perfect, so they don’t have,“ he stopped mid-sentence and looked around him before leaning in and hissing, “periods. And they don’t shit or fart either. They just exist in Playboy perfection,” he ended his tirade by leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest looking at me smugly.

  Ren was roaring beside me which set me off again. “Know what, screw you guys,” Cole huffed and stormed off muttering to himself then slamming the door.

  Looking at Ren and pushing through the embarrassment and urge to run and drown myself in the pond, I started walking toward the garage. “How’s Hulk?”

  “Who the fuck is Hulk?” Cole boomed from somewhere inside.

  I turned and looked at Ren, who had stopped walking and was standing glaring at me, and said slowly, “My car…" I mean really, who else would Hulk be?

  “Wait; you called your car Hulk?” Cole walked up to me with a huge grin on his face. Guess he’d got over periods.

  “Well, yeah, it’s big!”

  Immediately I knew that I’d just given Cole fodder for his dirty innuendo addiction. “Big is such a dirty word,” he chuckled. “You like them big, Maya, then you’ll love my…” But he didn’t get to finish as Ren smacked him hard on the head, making him take a few steps forward with the force.

  “I swear Cole one more, just one more!” Ren seethed looking like he was about to Hulk up himself with the vein in his neck standing out, his hands clenching.

  “Ow man, I was just about to say she’d like the Big Easy at Jeff’s! Dude, that fucking hurt,” Cole pouted and rubbed his head. This guy was such a big kid, a pervy big kid but still.

  “Right, go and make yourself useful far away from Maya while I get her car sorted out,” Ren gritted out still looking like he was ready to do some damage.

  Cole looked turned me with a wicked grin. “Seriously, though, I know something big that will make your mouth…” Smack! “I’m telling Mom,” he whined as he walked away rubbing his head again while Ren stood there glaring at his back with his jaw ticking.

  “Um, so about Hulk?”

  “Yeah, this way,” he gestured towards the other side of the garage, and I saw Hulk in the corner with the hood up and my uncle having a look under it. “I’m sorry about Cole, I swear we shoulda had him tested as a kid,” he muttered.

  I burst out laughing, “It’s never too late, you know.”

  “I heard that.” Cole’s voice boomed from somewhere in the depths of the garage. How the hell he heard us I’ll never know. They definitely should have him tested.

  5

  ____

  Ren

  After taking Maya and George through the repairs that had been done on her car, I watched Maya getting into the SUV. Desperate not to be away from her yet, I blurted, “Hey, can I take you to lunch?”

  “Sure.” I liked that she was shy. The girls here are always in your face and throwing themselves at the guys so knowing that she wasn’t like that, which meant she most likely hadn’t had a lot of boyfriends and wouldn’t flirt with other guys, calmed me.