Finding Patience

by Eden Rose

  He rubs his hand down my side before tickling me in the one spot that has always got me. My hip! I buck and twist around trying to get away from him. He chuckles and chases me with his hand while we’re still facing each other.

  I shove on his chest to push him back a little to catch my breath.

  “Mom! Mommy. Mommy. Mommy!” Alexa screams from the other side of the door.

  “Quick! We have two seconds before she’s crashing through the door and walking in on us! Get out of the bed,” I order but I’m sliding under the covers to hide my naked body from my daughter.

  Much to my dismay, Brett adjusts his body to slide into the sheets as well. I don’t have time to argue with him because Alexa’s powered through the door and she’s burning with questions.

  “Are you taking a nap?” She questions with her hip cocked and her lip curved up.

  “Yeah, baby. The concert wore me out,” I lie. It’s not the concert that’s worn me out. It’s the reuniting-with-my-husband-thing that has me wore the fuck out.

  Brett slides his arm around my shoulders, adjusting me so I’m leaning against him with my face on his chest. If you were looking in through the windows, you would think that we were a normal family. You wouldn’t realize that our whole lives are up in the air.

  Our daughter doesn’t believe a word that I’ve said. “Does this mean that daddy is going to live here now? Can he sleep in my room? We can read books and color and watch T.V. and then play outside and get a dog and get a cat and then maybe we could get a horse. Mom will clean up their stinkiness. Okay, daddy?”

  My heart’s thundering on a dangerously hard level right now. I’m about to hyperventilate. She would be asking questions that I want to know the answers to. Well, mot the answers to the animals shit. Is he supposed to be moving in now with us? Are we going to play happy family?

  “Don’t worry about anything, baby,” Brett assures me in my ear. “I’m not goin’ anywhere now that I have my family.”

  Just like that, I melt into thin air.

  *

  I’m rather surprised how this first day is going with Brett in the house. Alexa’s all over him and won’t let him out of her sight. She’s so adorable with showing him all her toys and pretty dresses she gets.

  We’re sitting on the deck in the backyard of my home when I hear cameras clicking and then the paparazzi trying to get a view on us. All three of us are dressed, but Brett’s wearing his biker jacket thingy with no shirt underneath. The man is sex embodied.

  “Patience! Patience! Are you ready to give us a statement? We want to know everything.”

  “How do you know him?”

  “Is it true you did a sex tape?”

  “Are you married?”

  The paparazzi are quick to fire off their questions. The swarm of them is getting closer and closer to the barrier of my house.

  “This is private property,” I remind them for the fourth time this week. “You are trespassing on my property and you need to get off of it.”

  “Get away from my family,” Brett growls as he stands up out of his seat. My husband’s look on his face tells me exactly what’s on his mind. He’s ready to kill for us.

  I’m a horrible fucking person because the thought of him fiercely protecting us, has me beyond turned on.

  In a matter of seconds, Skin and Andre are storming the perimeter of my house to get rid of these assholes.

  “Get inside, cupcake,” Skin tells me as he tilts his head to the side. “We got this.”

  “Alexa, sweetie. Let’s start making dinner!” Knowing that she wants to stay outside with her dad, I have to bring out the big guns to get her to go inside. “Baby, we can make homemade mac and cheese!”

  Her little face shoots up with a big smile on it. “Really? I get to help!” Alexa’s running over towards me and climbing up my body. “Daddy, are you coming?”

  I’ve got my arm perched under her little butt with her arms wrapped around my neck but she manages to twist to look over at Brett. I don’t stop and wait for his answer.

  Alexa doesn’t need to be around paparazzi any more than she already is.

  The poor kid’s childhood is already screwed up as it is.

  RABIES

  I can’t tell you what has me more pissed off at this moment. The fact that Patience’s property isn’t secure or the fact that her meat shields come running over to protect my girls.

  My girls.

  My body is tense as I watch the fuckers handle these paparazzi fuckers. I feel tension radiating from my body and I know I need to calm myself down before I fuck them up.

  They have pushed me out of the way like I can’t protect my wife and daughter. I can’t fucking believe these assholes who think that I can’t shield them away from the blood sucking paps.

  Patience’s meat shields have secured the property and are heading back to wherever they stay at here. I’m not letting them walk out on me without telling me what the fuck is going on.

  “Hey!” I shout loud enough to get their attentions.

  The two men stop in their tracks to look over at me with raised eyebrows. “What?” One of them asks.

  Strolling over to them, I stop about two feet away from them. I can’t get too close to them because I’m already too close to the edge of freaking the fuck out.

  “What the fuck is up with the security on this property? How did they get up here?” I question with my arms crossed over my chest.

  The other one looks back to the house before narrowing his eyes at me. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but don’t question our security here. You’re just a brand new mother fucker who’s trying to take a ride on Patience’s success.”

  His words pelt me like I’m being stabbed repeatedly. “Excuse me?” My words are dripping with venom ready to strike at them. “She’s my wife and that’s my daughter. If you can’t do your fuckin’ job by makin’ sure that no one bothers them, then you can kick rocks!” I threaten.

  Both meat shields exchange looks before shaking their heads at each other. Who the hell are these clowns?

  “You think you’re tough? You think you know what it’s like to watch Patience all day every day? You think you know what it’s like to have to examine her mail, search her house before she comes in every day? You’re just here for a minute, dude. Let us know when you’re ready for the big games.”

  My eyes narrow further and I have my smirk on my face. What these assholes don’t know is that my smirk isn’t a good sign. It’s the sign that I’m really pissed the fuck off and they need to watch it. “Like what? What kind of shit are you tryin’ to keep away from my girls?”

  Without even knowing it, they have totally goaded me into asking the questions that I want to know. I want to know what kind of shit they are talking about. I want to know all of it.

  “Follow us,” one of them says while turning on his heels walking towards a separate building.

  The backyard is set up like a fortress with a pool, jacuzzi, sauna, cabana and a pool house. We’re walking over to the pool house that’s just fifteen feet away from the pool.

  By the time we get in there, my curiosity has officially played several reels of bull shit. Are they playing me?

  One of them shuts the door behind us and my eyes adjust to the darkness of the room. Outside, is so bright that it’s almost a struggle to get acclimated to the new lighting.

  “Take a seat,” I hear from behind me.

  “Andre,” the guy in front of me calls out to the one behind me. “You get the shit and I’ll cue up the computer.”

  Skin, at least that’s what I’m assuming since that’s the only other name I know, is typing away on the computer. I’m spread out in a chair towards the edge of the living room to keep my eye on everything. One thing I learned in the military, never take your eyes off the opponent.

  Andre’s heavy steps echo through the large pool house. He drops a heavy box on my lap with a sickening smirk on his face. “You think you
can handle this?”

  Shrugging him off, I pop open the lid to the box but what I see is fucking disgusting. “What the fuck is all this shit?”

  Inside the box, are photos of men laying on her bed with their dicks in their hands. There’s photos of people trying to break in, trying to touch Alexa, trying to get into her cars.

  “You mean to tell me that all this shit has happened to Patience and not one of you did something?” I bark.

  Skin whirls around in his chair to give me the look of death. “Don’t fucking question us again.”

  Next, I find pictures of the men beat up or in various forms of hurt. “I want to kill these mother fuckers,” I mumble as I thumb through the pictures.

  Each picture is worse. In each picture, I see how unsecure her house is. I see how dangerous her lifestyle is. I see how fucked up everything is and I never knew about it.

  I was so happy to find Patience that I never thought about any of the other bull shit. I never considered all the men that are wanting her or trying to take her from me.

  “These are just the ones that we found. All of these pictures have been taken by the people that have broken in. The worst one though, is this one,” Andre states as he drops something in my lap.

  My stomach drops while I examine the picture of my wife sleeping in a hotel bed with a man lying next to her. The man isn’t any man, though. He’s my fucking father.

  I shoot out of my seat knocking all of the pictures and everything that was on my lap to the ground. I’m holding the picture tightly in my hands but my body is shaking with anger.

  “When did you get this?” I shout, thrusting the picture in Andre’s face. “When the fuck did this come in?”

  Andre and Skin are both throwing back their shoulders trying to show me that they are bigger and badder than me. Quite frankly, I don’t give a shit what they think. I want to know why my father is showing up out of the blue.

  “That came in an email addressed to Patience Monroe-Booker,” Skin informs me with his teeth flashing in the light.

  “You know,” Andre begins, “who this man is, don’t you?”

  Nodding my head, I scan my thoughts and memories as to where he could be right now. When I got back from war, my parents disappeared on me and will only call when they need money. I found my father digging through my garbage once and he was looking for something particular. When I caught him, he jumped in the air acting as if he didn’t know me.

  “This mother fucker is dead.”

  PATIENCE

  “Mommy,” Alexa calls to me from the living room. I have her set up watching her favorite cartoon as I pace the kitchen.

  I’m waiting for anything to happen. Anything at all that will tell me where Skin, Andre and Brett ran off to. I don’t see the paps out anymore, which is a good sign!

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “C’mere. I want to show you something!”

  Walking around the corner to where she’s seated, I see that she has an evil smirk on her face. “What?”

  She waves her hand out telling me to come closer to her. When I get closer, she does a monkey face. Puffing her cheeks full of air, she sticks her tongue out at me and then pulls on her earlobes!

  I giggle and tickle her mercilessly. “You silly goose! You look like a monkey! I almost thought you were one.”

  Alexa’s giggling louder than me and thrusts her little body to get away from my tickling. I tickle her more, but this time go for behind her knees.

  “Stop! Stop!” She screams out through laughter and laughing tears fall from her eyes.

  I grab her little body and settle against the back of the couch with her on me. Reaching behind me, I yank the blanket off and then cover us up. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea to snuggle with monkeys. What if you give me mad monkey disease?” I tease her.

  Alexa giggles. “You can’t get it. It’s not ‘tagious.”

  “Contagious?” I ask her.

  “That’s what I said!”

  “Ahh, yep. Totally hear it now.”

  She burrows her face in my chest. “Mommy, when are you going on the plane again?”

  Looking up to the right, hoping it will trigger my memory better, I try to remember when my next tour date is. “In about two weeks. You still want to go or you want to stay with grammy and grandpy?”

  “Why can’t daddy stay with me?”

  “Because I’m going with your mom.”

  Both of our heads snap up to see the delicious man that I married as a teenager. He’s all grown up now but still gorgeous. The bottom half of his face is covered in hair but it looks sexy on him. Almost as if he were meant to rock that look.

  I honestly try to hide my excitement that he wants to go with me, but I can’t. I’m too excited that he wants to tour with me. “You want to tour? With me?”

  This poor guy has no idea what he just signed up for.

  Walking over to us with that sexy walk, he plops down next to me on the couch and wraps his arm around the back of the couch. “Yeah, baby. Why wouldn’t I go?”

  “Because it’s a four month tour?”

  “Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” He blurts out.

  “Oooo! Daddy said a bad word. He needs to make dinner tonight!” Alexa states with her blanket over her head.

  I fight the giggle that’s bubbling up. “Yeah, he does, doesn’t he, baby?”

  “Four months? You’re gonna be gone for four months? What about Alexa?”

  “Brett, what did you think I did? Just sing at a concert then go home? Alexa gets to choose if she wants to go or not. Plus, she likes to boss people around.”

  Everyone on my touring team adores Alexa and would do anything to make her happy. Which means, she gets to point her little finger at something and immediately gets it while we’re away.

  Brett dives his fingers through his hair as he paces the room. I can tell that he’s struggling with something more than I could imagine by the way he’s looking around like he’s trying to figure something out. The weight of the world is on his shoulders, at least that’s how he looks.

  “Alexa?” Brett calls to our daughter who’s pulling out all of her dolls from their doll suitcases. She’s now rearranging the clothes by hanging them up in their closets.

  I told you. My daughter is spoiled rotten.

  “Hmm?”

  Deciding that he’s been a parent for all of like a day, he should be the one that should handle her sassiness. I get to deal with her having a fifteen year old attitude.

  He takes a deep breath and looks over at me with his eyes blazing. I shrug and arrange my body to lay on my couch. I might as well be comfortable for the show that’s about to take place.

  I push back my cuticles on my left hand and examine the nail beds like I have all the time in the world. I’m also sending a huge message to Brett that if he wants to be a father he needs to be a fucking dad, too.

  “Alexa. Put your doll down and go pick something out for dinner,” Brett states with little room for disagreement.

  She drops her doll, stands up to her full height with her hands on her hips. “No! I want to be with my mommy!” She stomps her foot down with attitude.

  I can’t help but giggle on the inside. It’s not the first time that she pulls this shit. She does it with her nanny and her tutor. Should I help or see how he’s going to handle it?

  I open my mouth to step in but Brett gives me a look that tells me to butt out and let him handle it. Sucking in a deep breath, I let it out.

  That swagger of his gets my heart pumping full of blood as he walks over to Alexa. “Alexa, I’m not gonna ask you again. Go pick somethin’ out for dinner. Now.”

  “I hate you!” She screams and stomps out of the room.

  He looks over at me with big eyes and back at her retreating body. “Can you believe that shit?”

  Giggling, I shrug. “You don’t know the half of it. One time, Skin tried to tell her to pack her dolls up and she growled at him. I thought he was
about to lose his shit. She got her dolls taken away for the rest of that night.”

  “I need you to get your employee files and give them to me, baby.”

  I glare at him. “Excuse me?”

  Brett strolls back over to me on the couch, squats down and places his hands on my thighs. “Please, baby. I need those files.”

  “What’s going on?” I question him.

  He closes his eyes and then opens them to stare at me. His fingers slide up to the V in between my legs where he puts just enough pressure for them to fall open. My breathing comes in puffs and my eyes close from the pleasure that I’m getting.

  Brett pushes up my shirt a little to get my stomach to show. Carefully, he lets out a whispering breath against my muscles causing my pussy to clench.

  Laying my head back against the couch cushion, I let out a moan. “Mmm, Brett. Baby, I need you,” I murmur.

  RABIES

  I’m a rat bastard who’s about to fuck my wife to get her off my suspicious thoughts of her crew. If she knew that I was onto her crew, she would be pissed the fuck off. I can’t believe that my fucking father would stoop this low to get me to give him more money. It’s always about money.

  Now that I have Patience back, there’s no way in hell that I’m going to let her know what has been happening in her house. I need to make sure she knows how much I love her.

  It’s a slippery slope, but it needs to be done.

  I can smell how turned on she is through her little bikini bottoms.

  Licking my lips, I flick my tongue out and drag it over her belly button. Removing my hands from her thighs, I slide them down to under her ass.

  Running my tongue over my bottom lip, I look at how she’s writhing on the couch. How she’s ripe and ready for me to fuck her.

  That was until I felt my phone ring.

  In my pocket, I could feel my phone vibrating and it’s a persistent vibrate. God damn it.

  “Hold on, baby. I gotta take this,” I push off her and reach into my pocket.

  Her frustrated sigh is enough to make me bust a nut in my shorts.

  “Yeah?” I answer the phone.

  “Where the fuck you at?” The Bear growls into the phone.

  I take a deep breath and get off my knees so I won’t be tempted by Patience anymore. It’s bad enough that she’s so fucking hot, but to add to the fact that I want to fuck her…