Understanding her words, I nod in agreement. Giving me another brief hug, she slowly turns, telling me she’s preparing to leave, but I stop her.
“Wait, why have the memories stopped?” I ask, knowing how often I’ve been asking myself the same question.
She brings her hand up to my cheek, instantly feeling a sense of comfort traveling through my body. “My dear, Abigail. Those memories were to help you find your future. You’ve already done that with Matt. You don’t need me to send them to you any longer.”
“That’s why I stopped getting them?”
“Yes.”
It’s the answer I’ve predicted for over a year now, but knowing the truth behind the confirmation still stabs at my heart. I’d grown to look forward to receiving her memories. They became a part of me the moment I’d woken in the hospital and experienced that first one. To know I was no longer going to experience them was heartbreaking, leaving me to feel as if a part of my soul was no longer going to be with me.
As if reading my thoughts, she begins to speak. “Those memories will always live on through Matt. He’s just as much a part of you now as those memories once were.” She takes me into her arms, and without a doubt, I know deep down in my heart her memory will never be forgotten, because I won’t allow it to happen.
My eyes open and I’m gasping for air, frantically searching my surroundings.
“You alright, beautiful?” Matt’s worried voice whispers to me.
Needing the comfort of his body, I roll to my side to find myself bumping into our daughter.
“Sorry, she woke up a little bit after you fell asleep and I was too tired to take her back after she fell back to sleep,” he explains.
“It’s okay,” I whisper as my arm pulls her closer to my body. Bringing my lips down to place a kiss on her soft little head as I tell her, “I love you, Emily.”
Carefully leaning over Emily, I give Matt a kiss and lean down on the bed next to them. With the moonlight glowing through the windows, I watch Matt’s eyes slowly drift close right before his hand reaches over to rest on my hip. My running thoughts keep me from drifting off to sleep. Instead, I lie awake staring down at the two most important individuals in my life. I may have never found the answers to my past, but it’s no longer my past I’m hoping to discover, but my future. And lying next to me are the two most important people who will help me find it.
Memories have come and gone, promises have been made and kept, but my heart knows I have finally found my unspoken ending.
You can catch a glimpse of Matt and Abigail’s future in Broken Temptation.
Coming Spring of 2015
Broken Temptation
I WATCH ABIGAIL walk away, irritated at myself for agreeing to come to this stupid event. I only did it because Matt made me feel guilty about Abigail coming alone. Now I’m regretting letting myself be convinced, but no more. From now on, when it comes to Abigail, I will not cave. She obviously belongs to Matt, so her shit is his to deal with. Turning my head, my eyes lock onto the rigid princess they left behind.
From the moment I walked up to them, I knew she was part of this crowd. If her pinched up nose wasn’t sign enough she came from money, then her designer clothes and jewelry are a dead giveaway.
“What?” she snaps out as I stare at her. Her attitude doesn’t faze me. I’m used to stuck up bitches like her turning their noses up at me. This one isn’t any different.
“Nothing,” I clip out, trying to find the nearest exit to make my escape. When my eyes find her again, she’s already turning to leave when she runs into an older gentleman. Her body bounces back and she loses her balance, causing me to catch her out of pure instinct. She lets out a giggle that is clearly a result of her drunken stupor.
“I’m sorry, sir. She clearly didn’t see you there,” I apologize for her, earning me a curt nod before he irritably walks off.
With my help, she steadies herself. “Thank you,” she says, looking embarrassed.
“No problem,” I reply, taking the empty glass in her hand and placing it on a passing waiter’s tray. She’s about to reach for another drink when I stop her. “I think you’ve had enough,” I tell her.
“What, now you’re my babysitter?” she asks with a scowl on her face.
“No, the last thing I want to be is your damn babysitter, but you’ve obviously had enough for the night,” I state.
She sways in my arms and it’s clear my words are true.
“How about we get you some fresh air,” I suggest, already tugging her towards the nearest exit. Thankfully, it’s the same one I entered when I arrived with Abigail, which tells me I can easily bail when I’m done with this chick.
“I’m fine,” she states as we walk, but somehow I don’t fully believe her. I stay silent as I lead her from the room.
“You have a room here?” I ask, hoping she does so I can happily dump her ass in it and leave.
I’m left disappointed when she shakes her head at me. “I have an apartment, but I can’t seem to remember where it’s at right now,” she blurts out, tilting her head to the side as she lets out a sigh.
“How can you not remember where you live?”
“Because I just moved there. I know it’s on the Upper East Side,” she says.
Great. It’s further proof that she’s made of money.
“Look, how about I take you back to my place and let you sleep it off?” I ask her, knowing full well I’m probably out of my mind.
“Oh, I bet you use that line on all the girls.”
“No, it’s not the one I usually use because they’re not usually sleeping,” I say, unable to resist throwing it back at her.
“Look, it’s obvious you’re wasted and since you know Julio, he’d probably kick my ass if I left you here in your condition,” I admit. “Julio is staying with us anyway. I’ll take you back to our place and let him deal with you,” I tell her.
She gives me a drunken nod, making her sway again. Leading her outside, I flag down a taxi. Once inside, I give him the address to Abigail’s hotel.
When we arrive, I reach for my credit card to pay for the taxi, not expecting the outrageous fare. The girl reaches into her small, dangly purse and yanks out a hundred before shoving it through the plastic window.
“Keep the change,” she orders.
I feel a pang of aggravation from knowing she’s just paid for the taxicab without hesitating over the price. I tell myself that she’s made of money and that a hundred is probably petty cash to her.
Pulling her out of the car and guiding her to the elevator, she’s already clinging to my arm. In the elevator she starts to doze off against my arm, causing her to keep losing her balance. Giving up the notion that she’ll actually be able to walk, I scoop her up into my arms and wait for the elevator doors to open. She wraps her arms around my neck as her face relaxes into the crook of my shoulder. Her nose nudges against my skin and I hear a contented moan. The sound alone is enough for me to get ideas in my head that don’t need to be there.
Thankfully, I’m saved when I hear the familiar ping of the elevator. Briskly walking out, I rush over to our door and upon reaching it, I realize the key card is still in my pocket.
I shake the girl to get her attention, earning me a grumble. “I need you to reach into my coat and grab the key card,” I tell her.
Without hesitating, she does as I request. When her hand slowly glides against my chest, I start to grow hard. How the fuck is one simple touch making me react this way? Pushing the thought aside, I start to think of ugly old ladies as she continues to search, trying to force my dick to go limp again.
Eventually, she digs the key out and swipes it. When the green light appears, she pushes the handle down and I shove the door open and enter. Kicking it shut behind us, I lead her straight to Julio’s room.
On the way, she starts nuzzling her nose into my neck again, this time letting out a moan as she licks it. I nearly fucking trip on my own feet when she does it. I
quicken my steps towards the bedroom and place her on the bed. I reach for her arms to unwrap them from my neck, but she tightens her grip and tries to pull me down. I have to force myself to breathe as I brace my arms on the bed to keep from collapsing on top of her.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” I groan out, knowing damn well that it isn’t. She ignores my words and starts kissing and sucking on my neck, still trying to pull me down on top of her. I try to gently shove her away so I can make my escape, but I lose the battle when her lips find mine.
She opens up her mouth to allow me inside, our tongues slowly glide against each other’s and I can taste the alcohol she was drinking. She moans into my mouth as my tongue continues to explore hers, the breaking point of my struggle to keep away from her.
I don’t know how long I hover above her as I kiss her, but when we eventually pull away, we’re both breathlessly panting as I stare down at her.
“Please,” she begs for God only knows what, but I know what I want.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell her, giving her one quick kiss on the mouth before rushing out of the room to my bag that’s sitting in the living room. Scrambling through the side pockets where I put the condoms I brought, I grab the entire box, hopeful I’ll put them all to use.
Entering the room again, I lock the door behind me. With the glow of the city lights entering through the windows, I take in the view in front of me. She’s completely naked as she lies back on the bed. How the fuck did she manage to get her clothes off that fast? At this point, I tell myself to be grateful she’s ready and willing. Within a minute, I have every piece of clothing removed from my body and I’m back on top of her, this time snuggly between her thighs.
Slamming my lips back down onto hers, I deeply kiss her, already needing to have my tongue in her mouth again. Ending the kiss, I start trailing my tongue down her body to taste the rest of her. Her skin is soft against my lips. I don’t know whether to take my time and savor each inch of it or get straight to the point. Since I’m an impatient man, I choose the latter and make my way down.
When my mouth finds the heat of her, she’s already wet. Lapping my tongue against her lips, the sound she delivers drives me wild. I continue tasting every inch between her thighs, her nails digging into my scalp as she tries grabbing onto my head, but unable to because of the lack of hair on my head. Instead, her hands find their way onto my shoulders and she lifts her hips to further grind against my mouth. Within minutes, she’s screaming at the top of her lungs as my mouth keeps sucking at her clit. Her juices explode into my mouth and the taste of them is practically making me come as I lap up every ounce she released.
When I lift my head, she’s staring down at me with a satisfied smile on her lips. Slowly, I start to kiss my way up her body and make my way back up to her.
“Do you want me to keep going?” I cautiously ask, not wanting to force her, knowing damn well she’s drunk. This isn’t the first time I’ve fucked someone while they were drunk, but somehow this time it doesn’t feel right. I feel like I’d be taking advantage of her.
She answers me with a nod, and it’s the only sign I need to pull away to grab a condom. She watches me as I roll it on, the entire time her eyes never leaving my dick as she hungrily stares at it. Normally, with a look like that, I’d make the girl service me back, but I can’t wait to be inside her.
I grab her leg to hook it around my waist and she automatically pulls me towards her with it. Her arms move to my shoulders as her eyes lock onto mine as I gradually enter her. Inch by tantalizing inch, I push myself inside her. She’s so fucking tight and the thought of her being a virgin occurs to me, but I’m proven wrong when I don’t meet any resistance as I thrust the last couple of inches inside her. She does lets out a gasp when I’m all the way in to the hilt.
I stay still above her, knowing from the clutching of her eyes and the digging of her nails into my shoulders that she must be in pain. Already regretting seeing her like this, I start pulling out. When the tip of my dick is at her entrance, her other leg wraps around my waist. She lifts her hips and begins urging me forward. Giving in to her request, I thrust back into her, earning me a pleasured whimper.
At first my thrusts are slow and cautious, not wanting to hurt her any further. Her screams demand more, causing me to completely lose it. In the midst of thrusting in and out of her, Julio starts banging on the door. His angered request to open the door should be enough to make me stop, or go completely limp. The encouraging words being screamed from below me are enough to shut Julio’s words out.
I know I’m going to get my ass kicked him when he finds out who I’m fucking, but at this very moment as my dick glides in and out of her tight walls, it’s worth taking the beating for.
It isn’t long before I feel her walls clamping down around my dick and she explodes, screaming at the top of her lungs. It’s all I need to quickly follow her over the edge as I explode right after her. When I’m done, I stay hovering over her, keeping my weight on my extended arms at her side as I look down at her. She looks just as breathless as I feel as I finally collapse at her side. My heart is racing and my body is drenched in sweat as I stare up at the ceiling. She rolls over to drape her body over mine and I can’t resist wrapping her closer to my body. I’ve never once allowed a girl to cling to me after sex. Normally, I’d be pushing her off the bed or jumping off it to get dressed. This time I do neither as I tilt my head to the side to take in the scent of her hair. She smells of something fruity and I leave my nose buried in her hair, enjoying her scent.
I start drifting off to sleep when I feel her leg rubbing back and forth over my groin. I’m about to warn her not to tease me when she climbs up to straddle my hips. She places her lips onto mine as her pussy grinds against my dick. Within second it’s hard again and my last thought before I grab for another condom is: Fuck sleep. It’s overrated when you have a girl as horny as the one on top of me.
I ROLL OVER, refusing to wake just yet. Clutching the pillow, I take in its scent, realizing it’s unfamiliar. My eyes snap open, alarmed by my surroundings. This is not my room. In the distance, I can hear a shower running. Panicking, I try to figure out where I’m at as my eyes search the room.
Frantically sitting up, I realize I’m naked. My heart is racing as I try to remember why I’m here. The act of sitting up makes my head hurt, as if I have hammers pounding in my head. Groaning, I’m still trying to take in my surroundings. By the looks of it, I’m in a hotel room. Closing my eyes, the last thing I remember is being at the charity event. Searching my mind, I further remember speaking to a redneck guy.
Oh, God. Did I really go home with him? Let alone have sex with him? The panic inside me is increasing with every second. Doing the only thing I can do, I climb off the bed and search for my clothes. I have to leave before God knows who gets out of the shower. I can’t even remember his name.
Although I can’t remember most of the night, now that I think about it… Just thinking about it makes my cheeks blush as I recall the things we did and the way he made me feel. Pushing the thought aside, I have to focus on getting dressed.
In record time, I’m dressed and rushing to the door, relieved to be leaving the evening behind me. Opening the door, a smile lifts my lips as I make my escape without him knowing. My face falls as I unexpectedly walk into a room full of people—recognizing two of them.
“Victoria?” I hear the familiar voice ask.
Shamefully, I hang my head as I focus on the front door, quickening my steps. My cheeks that were blushing from the thoughts of last night are now red in shame. My legs can’t move fast enough as I yank open the door and pray nobody will follow me. The last thing I need is to have to explain why I woke up in a stranger’s room.
Now in the hallway, I take in my surroundings. Finding the elevator, I push the button to demand its presence on my floor. Within seconds, the elevator doors open in front of me and I let out the breath I was holding since I stepped out of the
room.
I watch the doors close and tell myself I should be grateful this part of my life is behind me.
AS I STEP out of the shower, I grab the towel off the rack and dry myself. Once done, I wrap it around my waist and head into the room. My need to wake Victoria with sex is overtaking me. The only reason why I’d taken a shower is because I woke up smelling of sweat and I didn’t want her smelling me that way.
As I open the door to the bathroom, I find the bed empty.
“What the fuck?”
Perplexed, I search the room for any sign of her, but there isn’t any besides the rumpled bed I’d awakened from. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t dreaming about last night. When I woke up, she was still in bed. I know because I was staring down at her angelic face.
Turning to the door, I see it cracked. Rushing over to it, I open it to find Julio and Abigail in the living room wearing confused expressions as they look at me.
“Where is she?” I ask.
Abigail’s jaw looks like it might fall off her face as it continues to hang open. Her speechless expression tells me she knows exactly who I’m talking about as she points to the door with her finger. I don’t hesitate to run out the door in hopes I can still catch her.
Rushing down the hallway still in my towel, I head straight towards the elevator, but I’m too late. When I reach it, it’s already closing. Pushing at the button in hopes it will re-open, I’m disappointed when it doesn’t. Banging at the aluminum door staring back at me in anger, I contemplate whether or not it would be worth taking the stairs.
Laying my head against the door, I bang at it, feeling a sense of heartache and loss. I knew last night she was out of my league, but that doesn’t mean I would ever forget her. No, her smile will be forever engraved in my memories.
To my husband and children. Thank you putting up with my attitude throughout this experience; every book is a journey, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. You stood by me during the frustrations that came with the process of writing this book and I love you so much for never giving up on me.
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