by Hazel Parker
They tried, instead, to live in a peaceful world, ignoring the fears surrounding them. Tonight the weather had forced them to stay inside. They were watching a movie and Grace was lying down with her head in Morris’ lap as they watched a romantic comedy. As the rain bashed against the window pane, filling the living room with the lulling sound of rainfall, Grace suddenly gasped.
Morris’ eyes grew large in concern as he looked down at her. “What… what’s wrong?” He asked, his voice laced with anxiety. He looked down to find a smile plastered on Grace’s face which only worked to confuse him. Why was she smiling?
Suddenly Grace reached up and grabbed his hand and placed it on her stomach. As she did Morris gasped as well when he felt the distinct motion of the baby’s kick. There was an emotion that ran through his heart in that moment, an emotion that reminded him of his time with Meagan.
He had experienced a similar moment with his wife and tears pricked against his eyes as he felt himself teleported to the past, to where he was in a shabby home, holding her hand and listening to the baby, his ear firmly pressed against her stretched out skin, as he heard the strong rhythmic sound of a heartbeat.
Morris was about to lean down and kiss her stomach when the door open. Suddenly, Felicia was walking into the home and making her way into the living room, lured by the sound of the movie. The two of them looked at each other with large eyes as they heard the distinct sound of Felicia’s heels clicking against the marble floor.
There was panic in Grace’s dark eyes as she quickly sat up and started to cover herself up with a nearby blanket. She didn’t know if they were ready to confess what had happened to her best friend and she didn’t know if she would be able to go through it. She felt herself getting cold feet as her heart beat a million beats per minute inside of her chest.
As Felicia entered the living room she stopped in her tracks. She stared at her father and then at her friend. Her friend that was supposed to be studying abroad in Paris. She was supposed to be overseas. What the hell was she doing with her father watching a movie?
“What the hell is going on here?” Felicia demanded as she got close to the two of them. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to figure out what was going on. Suddenly it hit her. Suddenly, she realized exactly what was going on. How had she been such a fool?
“Don’t you dare tell me…HOLY SHIT!” Felicia’s voice was stone cold as she glared at her father. “How could you do this dad?” Her voice filled with venom. She knew her father had questionable dating habits, but she never thought him capable of fucking her best friend.
And how could Grace do this to her? How could her best friend, the girl she trusted with her life, all her secrets, the girl she considered like a sister to her, how could a girl like that betray her? Felicia felt sick to her stomach as she looked at them. She stared at the blanket around Grace’s midsection. It was eighty degrees in the home, why was Grace wrapped up in a blanket? Unless, of course, she was hiding something.
Felicia quickly moved forward and yanked the blanket way from her friend. Her eyes fell on her friend’s distended stomach and her world flipped upside down. She was pregnant. Felicia couldn’t handle the situation anymore. She turned around and left the room and then left the home without a word. The two of them could hear the sound of her car viciously peel out of the driveway and rush down the street.
The two of them had been thunderstruck throughout the entire thing. Finally, Morris snapped out of his daze and rushed out of the house, following his daughter. His daughter was in an unstable condition. She was in danger of doing something stupid in her angered state and he needed to explain himself before this happened. He quickly got on his motorcycle and tried to follow her, but she was long gone by the time he made his way onto the street. But one way or another he would find her.
***
It took Grace a little longer to get her bearings again. She was shaking as the fears, doubts, and anguish rushed back into her. She didn’t know what was going to happen, but something told her it wouldn’t be good. She was scared and alone.
She didn’t know what to do. She felt so alone and paced around the living room.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. She assumed it was one of them coming back and didn’t even bother to check the peephole. She opened up the door when suddenly something pinched the side of her neck and everything went black. She fell onto the floor and her whole world shut off.
Chapter 8
As Morris rode through the city looking for his daughter, he came up short. It seemed like his daughter had disappeared and he couldn’t find her. Suddenly his phone started to ring and he considered ignoring it but eventually he convinced himself to answer it.
“M... M…Morris… please help me… please…I… I think they want money…” Morris’ eyes grew as he heard the distraught voice of Grace coming through the phone. He suddenly heard the sound of her howl in pain. He flinched as if feeling the blow himself. His teeth clenched as he heard someone grabbing the phone.
“As you heard… we want a ransom for your little lover here. If you don’t come up with the money by midnight tonight, then we will kill her.” The voice on the other end of the phone was emotionless and Morris could feel his blood boil.
He felt himself thinking of Meagan dead on the couch. Morris nearly destroyed his phone in his anger, but somehow he managed to control himself.
“I’ll have the money. Where?”
“At the intersection of 2nd and Cumberstone. There is an old warehouse there. If you bring us a million in dope, we will let her go, completely unscratched… maybe.” There was a sinister sound in the man’s voice.
Morris didn’t like the sound of this at all. He hung up the phone and quickly drove to his underground warehouse and grabbed the needed dope and dumped it into a suitcase. He then quickly made his way to the address of the warehouse.
If these men thought they could threaten Grace and get away with it, they were sadly mistaken. They seemed to know about his underground operation but apparently they didn’t know what he was capable of. They didn’t know who they were messing with and soon they wouldn’t be able to recount the tale.
Morris parked his bike in the alleyway near the warehouse and approached the door. When the guard saw him and the suitcase he opened it and escorted him inside. Morris was brought to an open floor of the warehouse where Grace was sitting tied up to a chair. Her face was bruised and battered, but otherwise she looked okay.
The ringleader looked at Morris and grinned. “Where’s the dope?” Morris tossed him the suitcase. As the man started to look at its contents Morris acted quickly. Suddenly the man to his left was squealing in pain as Morris broke his arm. One of the other men tried to shoot at him, but soon that man’s trigger finger was broken in more places than one. Morris quickly made mincemeat of all the men around him when he suddenly heard Grace cry out.
“Morris!”
The ringleader had a gun pointed at Grace. Morris froze in place and put his hands up. The man was about the fire the gun when suddenly Morris acted quicker. He picked up a gun from one of the fallen men and shot the ringleader in the leg. The man fell down and tried to aim his gun at the girl, but Morris was by his side in an instant kicking his head unconscious.
He looked at Grace who was sobbing in relief. This time, he had saved the mother of his child.
***
After the incident, the two of them came clean to everyone. To their amazement, after some time everyone started to understand the situation. They were honest and explained their feelings. It seemed like their lives wouldn’t be as bad as they thought.
And soon enough they had themselves a beautiful baby boy on their hands. This baby was now sleeping soundly in his nursery, a mobile spinning around and soothing him into the world of dreams.
Meanwhile, his parents were in the bedroom. They were exhausted with the responsibilities of parenthood, but they were happy. As Grace fell on top of him she kissed him passionately. Mor
ris placed his hands on her hips and kissed back excitedly. There was something in the kiss, something about its lustful taste that made him think that tonight would be more than just kissing.
Suddenly Grace’s hands were creeping under his shirt. It had been almost 3 months since they had sex. She wanted him. She wanted him bad and she would have him and so with an eagerness she pulled off his pants. She needed to feel him inside of her.
She wanted him like nothing else and so she continued to kiss him harder and harder as their clothes started to fly across the room. Soon enough Grace was in nothing more than her underwear and Morris reached up and started to fondle her breasts that were now swelled with milk. She moaned loudly since they were extra sensitive and bit her lip looking down at Morris.
“I want you…” Morris grinned and suddenly flipped them over. He pinned her to the bed and leaned down taking one of her breasts into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled them roughly. He was eager as well. His member had been craving her body for a very long time and finally he would get his release.
He ripped off her panties in one clean swoop and grinned as he looked down at her. She looked just as beautiful as ever. Her new curves were sexy and he couldn’t get enough of her. He felt her hands going up and down his chest and smirked as he suddenly plunged into her. Grace moaned out loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist.
She pulled him close and felt amazing as she felt him pumping in and out of her. Soon enough the two of them were covered in scratches, bites, and sweat and they were coming toward the point of no return. Suddenly, Grace felt herself go over the edge and Morris followed soon after.
The two of them collapsed onto the bed and there was a slew of juices between their legs. After a moment, after catching her breath, Grace grinned and said, “Do you think that’ll bring baby number two?”
Morris smiled at her and kissed the top of her head. Nothing would have made him happier.
*****
THE END
Triple Temptation
Prologue
Danny sat motionless on the sofa, staring straight ahead of him and sipping on a glass of wine. His hands trembled slightly with the passing of the moments, shot with nerves at this point as he was, but determined to get to the bottom of just what was going on with his wife. Of course, he already had a reasonable enough picture of precisely what was happening, but there was an understandable need for certainty on his part.
A means of guaranteeing that his own thorough investigation was fool proof, and a pressing desire to have everything in order before jumping down her throat with any sort of unfounded accusation. That, of course, would have been disastrous, and as frustrated as he was at her actions, there was something deep down inside him that almost wanted to doubt that which he knew, without any reasonable objection, to be the truth.
As far as that went, his investigation into the matter left little room for wonder or second-guessing, aside from that which was instinctual and unavoidable by human nature. Rationally speaking, anyway, there was no reason for him to disbelieve that which he had rooted up in his efforts, it was simply a matter of giving her one final, gracious benefit of the doubt to be sure. So great had his love for her once been and how devastating it would be to see it all come crashing down with the revelation he hated to believe.
He had had her followed...
The suspicion had, of course, been there for a considerable period of time before that. His doubts hadn't simply arisen on a whim, and he would never have jeopardized something about which he felt so passionately about for a matter as fundamental as male jealousy. As far as he was concerned, he had amassed enough reasonable cause for suspicion over the past couple of months that it would have been insane not to have gone poking around to investigate.
Of course, he left her alone all week while he was at the office, and it made sense that that would provide her with ample opportunity for carrying out the infidelity in question. He might never have gotten to the bottom of it if it hadn't been for the amassing of evidence over a considerable period of time... What really pissed him off was the fact that, apparently, his wife thought him entirely too stupid to pick up on precisely what was happening between her and another man.
Danny didn't have a clue as to the extent and the scope of the affair, and couldn't say with any reasonable degree of certainty just when it might have begun. For whatever reason, though, he assumed that it had been going on for a while longer than he'd begun suspecting it, and he had either been too stupid to notice it initially, or else, at the beginning, his wife and his cuckolder had gone to greater lengths to cover up their misdeeds with some degree of care.
Whatever the case may have been, the two of them had eventually begun to get sloppy in their hiding of the adultery, and this, above all else, was what eventually began to lead to their unraveling. It was almost embarrassing for Danny how extremely damn obvious it was getting, and sometimes it made him cringe to realize just how very little his wife must have thought of him. For instance, he would find the man's black hairs on their bedspread every now and then, or a pubic hair that was clearly not Danny's own in the shower.
Sometimes, he would root through his closet looking for a shirt to wear to work and stumble upon one of the other man's instead, obviously not Danny's given a considerable size difference, and with a red lipstick stain, presumably from his wife, on the collar. He didn't know how the hell he allowed himself to keep having sex with Annie knowing that she was so shamelessly screwing around on him.
Perhaps it was mostly to keep up some facade of normalcy and to avoid letting her know that he knew. But in any case, it crossed his mind on numerous occasions that he was entering inside her in the tracks of another man's body, and it sometimes made his anatomy burn as he considered the notion of sliding in and out of her through the trails of some foreign sperm.
He sometimes wondered, too, about disease, and although he liked to think that Annie at least either had enough sense to use protection or only to fuck someone who was clean, it still gave him shivers to consider it for any extended period of time, and he refused to go down on her at any point in the exquisite way that he used to.
Sometimes, when there was no sex and the two of them were just lying beside one another in bed, he felt as though he could somehow smell him on her, whoever the hell he was. Something primal reacting inside him in a manner that wasn't even especially overt in his mind. Whenever this occurred, he would find it very necessary to flee from the bed away from her, going to sleep on the couch for the remainder of the evening, but instead lying awake with thoughts of her and her mystery man doing the nasty in their own marital bed.
It was driving him crazy...
When he could find the constitution for denial, he did his damnedest to put it out of his mind to some degree or another, but of course that wasn't exactly the sort of thing a person can just switch on and off in their mind at a whim. The thoughts routinely came flooding back to him like nightmares whenever he was least expecting it.
In some ways, it made him seethe with hatred for Annie and the goddamn bastard son-of-a-bitch motherfucker who was intruding on their lives. And yet in others, he couldn't help but feel terribly deflated by the betrayal, like he was less of a man somehow for letting it happen so effortlessly on his watch, his ideal wife snatched away like nothing and traded in for nothing but his present hollow shell.
And throughout all of it, there was still that undying hope, that desire not to really know the full truth in fear of just what he might find out. If he didn't know for sure, he thought, he wouldn't ever have to face the humility of it. The shame and the pain... But, then again, he knew that he was just bullshitting himself. This wasn't the kind of thing he would be able to run from indefinitely, and if he did in fact try to he knew it would drive him fucking up the wall.
He had to find out the truth, as agonizing as it may have been, and probably would be, but the ignorance was slowly killing him even as he craved it so fiercely. He could feel
the distance growing and growing between himself and Annie, and he feared that if he allowed it to continue in this manner then the two of them would be like strangers in his own house.
He had to act... In his heart, he had very little belief in the notion that it would do him a goddamn lick of good whatsoever, but he just had to know, to get to the bottom of it, and to give his many suspicions a name and a face to agonize over more directly.
He hired a private investigator. He knew, even as he had the meeting with the man, that this was an act of sheer desperation. People whose lives were in halfway decent shape, or else could lay claim to even a modicum of sanity, didn't routinely go around hiring P.I.'s to investigate on their supposedly cheating spouses for them. He knew that he was indulging in behavior that seemed to himself to verge on mentally ill and paranoid.
Yet he found himself not really giving a damn either way anymore. Either the P.I. would turn up precisely what Danny expected or else there would be nothing, and it would be proof just as well that he was crazy and belonged in the loony bin. Either way, he knew, there was no favorable outcome to be had, and he felt as though all it was in his power to do was to stand by helplessly and just wait for whatever bad results came his way.
And, of course, yes, his wife was in fact cheating on him, precisely as he'd known for some time, and as was no evident by the photographs taken by the investigator of Annie with a tall, dark-skinned man in a black leather jacket. The two of them grabbing a discreet bite to eat at a corner cafe and laughing their heads off as though they were having the best fucking time in the world.
