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“She will definitely give herself ample vacation time and benefits as well of course. All to be paid for by your companies’ money,” I continue.
“Of course. Yes,” Clay says. “Anything you want.”
“That’s what I want,” I tell him. “That’s what we want. And what Brynn and I want, we fucking get.”
Chapter 47 – Brynn
“Mommy!” Caleb runs into my arms and I hug him as if I thought I’d never see him again. Because that’s basically true.
“Are you okay?” I look him up and down for scratches, bruises or marks and find none, thank goodness.
“In basement with Riley,” he says, smiling, as if he had a ton of fun down there. “And Drew and James.”
I press him close to me.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” I tell him.
“Larson!” Caleb says, and starts to run to him.
But I pull his hand and gently hold him back, because Larson is with Clay and I don’t want Caleb anywhere near Clay ever again.
“Okay Brynn,” Larson says. “I don’t mean to mess up your happy reunion but we have a limited window until the cops get here so please get me that agreement.”
Since Larson and I had concocted this plan in advance— we really can do anything when we put our heads, and body parts, together— I’ve already got the document but I make it look like I’m typing something up.
“Where’s your printer?” I ask Clay.
“The study is down the second hall and to the left,” he says.
“Just email it to me and I’ll go print it,” Whitney says. “You can stay here with Caleb.”
“What did you do in the basement?” I ask Caleb, hoping he isn’t scared.
He shrugs.
“Bite Cheerios,” he says with a smile.
“You fed him cereal?” I ask Clay.
“I instructed everyone down there with him to take good care of him,” Clay answers. “All of them. I wouldn’t really hurt them. You know that.”
Whitney returns with the printed agreement and Larson says, “Shut up and sign that.”
Clay does, just in time, because the cops have arrived.
“I don’t even have to run away anymore when the po-po show up,” Larson jokes.
“Is everything okay here?” one of the officers asks.
“It is now,” Larson says. “I have the signed confessions of three of the main people responsible for this. A bunch of literal clowns who helped them do it, tied up in the basement. Photos of them having captured innocent children and their caretaker for Clay Tucker’s personal enjoyment and gain.”
“Hey!” Clay protests. “I didn’t do anything. We made a deal, Larson.”
“I never said I was letting you off,” Larson says. “This deal was all about me.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m confused,” the officer says. “You were telling me about all the evidence you’ve gathered?”
“Yes,” Larson says. “And I’ve also gathered this. Monica?”
Monica hands her phone to the officer.
“It’s videotaped evidence of everything that’s transpired with Clay Tucker since we arrived,” she says. “Including his confession about his involvement with this.”
“Brynn!” Clay cries, as the officer begins handcuffing him. “You can’t let them do this to me. We were supposed to be together. And I’m the reason you have a job.”
“Nope,” I tell him, looking down at the agreement where he, as principal of his businesses, assigned me as lead in-house counsel for them. “Now Larson and I are the reasons I have a job with your companies, which I guess you can hear about if any of your board members come to visit you in prison.”
“You guys are awesome,” Harlow says. “I tip my hat to you. You don’t put up with any… crap,” he says, looking down at the kids who are near.
“No capola!” Caleb says, jumping up and down. “Woo hoo!”
“Cute kid you’ve got there,” the cop says. “Good job protecting him, Larson.”
I see Larson’s face light up with love, and pride, as it should. He’s restored his good name and is finally seeing himself as the American hero he’s never stopped being. He’s done well by Caleb and me, and he’s officially the love of my life.
Chapter 48 – Larson
“So this is where you want to live now that you’re here to stay, huh?” I ask Brynn, as we walk into the modest- looking house in Nob Hill that she signed rental papers on yesterday.
“Yeah,” she says. “The school district is good for Caleb. Esmeralda has agreed to move from New York to take care of him. Her daughter just left for college so nothing is really keeping her there, and she’s happy to be able to come care for Caleb still. And this is just temporary. Had to get something fast since we didn’t really have anything set up.”
“Well you got it in time to come on the Santa Ride with me,” I say, hoping she’ll say yes to that.
“Of course,” she says. “I’ve been looking forward to it since you first mentioned it. Whitney said she could keep Caleb for us while we go, and now we don’t have to worry about those stupid clowns anymore.”
“Clay Tucker is such an idiot,” I tell her, picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom. “Trying to steal my girlfriend. Instead, I’m christening the bed in her new rental house with her.”
“It could be your rental house too,” she says. “You’re welcome to live here with me. Now that you can stay in one spot and have an actual address, that is.”
We both laugh.
“I’d like that a lot,” I tell her. “In fact, there are a lot of things I’d like.”
I sit her on the bed and kneel down on the floor. There’s something else I’m hoping she’ll say yes to.
“And what is that?” she says. “To start off the christening by giving me oral sex while you’re down there? Yes please.”
“I certainly will do that,” I tell her. “But first I’d like to know if you’ll marry me.”
I reach into my boot and pull out the diamond ring I had put in there this morning. I hold it up to her as tears form in her eyes. I’m trying my best not to keep from crying with her.
“Oh my God, yes!” she says, reaching down and throwing her arms around me. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”
I scoop her into my arms and hold her.
“Now listen,” I tell her. “If you don’t like this idea, we can go shopping and get you another ring. This was…”
I trail off, a vision of her and my little boy running through my mind. Wherever they’re at now, I hope they’re at peace. And I can still feel them with me, propelling me to live a good life for myself, and Brynn, and Caleb.
“Your wife’s?” Brynn asks, squeezing my arm.
“Yes,” I tell her. “The only other woman I’ve ever loved. I never thought I’d love again. Never wanted to. But you changed all of that for me. So I would be honored if you would like to wear it. But if not, if you want to start fresh with one of your own, I understand that as well.”
“I would love to wear it,” she says. “And I’m so glad we’re getting married. There’s nothing I’d like more.”
“Well, there’s one thing I’d like more,” I tell her.
She looks at me, curious.
“What did you and Steven ever decide to do about Caleb’s custody and support situation?” I ask her. “With everything going on, we haven’t had time to talk about that very much.”
“I haven’t talked to him either,” she says. “I’ve had more important things to worry about. It’s clear that he just wants to walk out of Caleb’s life or fight me in court to reduce his support as much as possible, even if that means dragging Caleb into it and claiming he will spend time with him. I can’t do that to poor Caleb. I think I’m just done with Steven and that whole situation.”
“Good,” I tell her. “Because I would like to talk to him and ask him how he feels of course, but I’ve been thinking I would love to adopt him.”
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nbsp; “You’d adopt him?” she says. “Really?”
“I’d love to,” I tell him. “There is nothing else I’d want more in the world than to be both your husband and Caleb’s father. I would be so proud to call him ours.”
She’s full-on crying now, and so am I. I never thought my life would turn out to be good again. All it took was meeting the fancy lawyer in the cheerleading costume.
“When can we tell him?” she says, wiping tears from her eyes.
“I suppose we should make sure Steven will really sign away his rights first,” I tell her. “So we don’t get his hopes up just to crash them.”
“I’m sure that piece of shit will be happy to sign away his rights since it means he won’t have to pay child support,” she says. “He said as much himself. But you’re right. We’ll have that done officially first, and then tell Caleb. Maybe it can be his Christmas present.”
“Yes,” I agree. “After the Santa Ride, we’ll tell him. And there’s something else we need to do first.”
“What’s that?”
I lift up her skirt and move my mouth down to her panties. I move them over to the side and lick her sweet pussy up and down.
“I like that plan,” she says. “Let’s definitely do this first.”
She lays back on the bed as I move my tongue around inside her and all around her clit until she begins coming for me.
“Oh my God. Larson,” she moans, holding onto my hair and saying my name over and over and over. “Larson. Larson. Larson. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I take off my pants and get on top of her. My favorite position.
“What do you think the maternity policy is at your new job?” I ask her.
“Anything I want it to be,” she says. “Why do you ask?”
“I was thinking maybe Caleb would like a little brother or sister.”
She smiles and I kiss her on her forehead.
“I think that’s a great idea.”
I enter her, without a condom for the first time ever, and I love the way my bare cock feels inside her pussy.
“This is perfect,” I tell her, as I slide it in and out, while playing with and then kissing her nipples.
“As perfect as things could possibly be,” she says. “And I have you to thank.”
“We have each other to thank,” I tell her.
She lifts her hips up to get closer to me and I thrust inside her again and again. I let go of any inhibitions and let myself feel pleasure like none I’ve ever felt before. I’m not longer afraid of losing control with her. I give my all to her, and I know she gives her all to me.
We make tender love until I feel her pussy being to quiver at the same time as my cock is pulsing.
“We’re going to come together,” she says. “I can feel it.”
“I want to shoot my cum into your pussy,” I tell her. “To mark you as my little cheerleader slut, forever and ever.”
“Amen,” she says, as I explode into her.
“Larson,” she groans, as both of us come together.
I feel my cum shooting into her as her own wetness leaks out. We mix our minds, bodies, hearts and souls together as only two people who have found true love can do.
We have saved each other. And what we have is fucking awesome.
THE END.
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Chapter 1 – Celeste
Chapter 2 – Celeste
Chapter 3 – Maxim
Chapter 4 – Celeste
Chapter 5 – Maxim
Chapter 6 – Celeste
Chapter 7 – Celeste
Chapter 8 – Maxim
Chapter 9 – Celeste
Chapter 10 – Celeste
Chapter 11 – Maxim
Chapter 12 - Celeste
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Chapter 1 – Celeste
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who looks the most elegant but is actually the sluttiest of them all?
I stare at myself a little too long in Rachel’s full length mirror, repeating this silly phrase I’ve just made up in my head and trying to remind myself that it’s really me in there.
Plain Jane Celeste Sheffield. Tomboy, nerd, misfit.
Except that right now I look like a knock out. Rachel’s been telling me that for the past hour, and it’s starting to sink in even though I don’t even recognize the girl staring back at me in the mirror.
From the looks of what I’m wearing you’d think I was going to a fancy party. All the details are in place.
I’ve donned a shiny black and silver evening gown accentuated with a tiny diamond necklace that had been a gift from my mom for my high school graduation.
My red fingernails feature dainty pink hearts that the nail stylist ha
d painstakingly painted on earlier today.
The same stylist also did my hair: adding volume to my normally flat, thin blonde hair and piling it up on top of my head with tightly- rolled curls spiraling down in a style reminiscent of my high school Prom.
Where I almost lost my virginity, but didn’t.
That’s still intact, although my pride was wounded that night. And now that I’m going to a dinner club where I’ll be auctioned off like cattle, there’s not much of my pride left to speak of.
Rachel says that only my companionship is being auctioned off. Not my body, not my virginity. But it still feels wrong.
I can’t take my eyes off the mirror. My look is one to wear to a luxurious ball. But I feel like I might as well be wearing a cheap dress that rides up my ass and shows too much cleavage.
“I still can’t believe you want to whore me out,” I tell Rachel, as I pick up my red satin clutch and rifle through it.
I’m making sure I have everything I might need. Even though I have no idea what I need for a gig like this. Except maybe a drink, which at nineteen I’m too young to even legally purchase.
“And I can’t believe I’m letting you do it,” I add.
Rachel shakes her head and laughs at me.
“Celeste, calm down,” she practically snorts. “I’m not whoring you out.”
She’s supposed to be my best friend— which is the whole reason I agreed to this gig— but right now I don’t appreciate her making light of a very serious situation.
“Well not really, anyway,” she says. “It’s not like you actually have to sleep with them. Some girls choose to, but many don’t. I don’t.”
She shrugs and says the last two words as if pronouncing herself Mother Teresa.
