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“No,” he mumbled against me as he continued to please me. The sucking pressure against my cl*t caused me to groan again in satisfaction.
“F*ck… I really think we should,” I moaned, trying to get him to see reason in the moment. As much as I wanted him to continue, we really needed to discuss this.
Sighing, he stopped what he was doing and glanced up at me, licking his lips.
“I was trying to enjoy my breakfast.”
Laughter escaped me as he sat up, wiping his mouth, and looked at me. “I’m sorry, but as much as I want you to continue and trust me, I do… we need to talk.”
“What do you want to talk about, Becca?” he asked with a curious glance before sliding from the bed and pulling on a pair of low hanging basketball shorts.
“Uh, well, the fact we f*cked like animals last night and slept together in bed again, but yet we were supposed to be done with each other.”
Shaking his head, he walked from the room, and quickly I jumped up and grabbed his shirt, throwing it over me. “Where are you going?”
“To get something to drink and call for food,” he replied, completely ignoring what I said.
“James, this is serious,” I repeated with a stern gaze.
“Yeah, I know. Everything that I want to eat is still closed right now, and I forgot I didn’t have food in this place. Just bottles of water and some orange juice.”
“James!” I snapped with wide-eyes and nothing but frustration on my face. “Please, we need to talk about this.”
Putting his phone on the counter, he sighed and nodded his head. “Fine. Let’s talk.”
“Thank you. Now, what are we doing?” I asked, hoping he would quickly pick up the topic, because the longer we spent time together, the harder it was to deny the feelings I had for him.
“I know we talked about this stuff yesterday, Becca. But I told you I don’t want to let you go. Seeing you last night, how you were, it made me realize I don’t care what Tally has to say or anyone else. I care about you.”
It was the only admission I had been hoping for, and I couldn’t believe it had taken him this long to finally say something. “So what do you want with me, then?”
“Everything, Becca. I don’t want to lose you.”
Stepping closer to him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. It was moments like this that James Valentino made my heart melt, and if he meant it, then I was down to try again.
“Don’t break my heart again, James.” I whispered. “I can’t go through that heartache again.”
Tally.
When my mother called me to tell me she wanted to meet me for lunch, I wasn’t expecting anything other than a casual conversation. Yet, instead, when I walked in, I found her sitting with a dark burly man at a table in the far corner, away from prying eyes.
“Mom?” I said with hesitation as she smiled and gestured for me to take a seat.
“Oh, don’t worry, hunny. This here is Thomas, and he is my private investigator. He told me he had something for me, and I figured we should get the information together.”
Her smile spread from ear to ear, and I wasn’t the least bot surprised to hear her say that she got someone like this.
After all, that was my mother in a nutshell. At times, she scared even me.
“Oh, sounds great. Can we order first? I’m starving.”
“Of course, sweetie.” She snapped her fingers to get a server to us right away.
“Yes, are you ready to order?” the girl asked, staring at us with a smile.
“Well, of course we are. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have gestured for you to come over. Now, shut up and listen to what we want.”
Thomas and I looked at each other for a moment with shocked expressions while my mother’s eyes gazed over the menu. “I want a Caesar salad, extra dressing on the side with smoked salmon.”
“Wonderful choice. For you ma’am?” She turned to me with a sheepish expression, as if she was on the verge of crying.
“Um, I’ll take a burger and fries, please.”
“Are you sure that’s what you’re going to eat? That’s so bad for you,” my mother scolded, but nodding my head at the girl, I rolled my eyes at my mother’s words, watching as the girl took Thomas’ order and then disappeared.
“So Thomas…” I said, trying to change the subject, “my mother said you had something to tell us?”
“Yes. I happened to follow your father, James Valentino, to a club last night called Club Velvet. Are you familiar with it?” He looked between the two of us.
My mother furrowed her brows, shaking her head. I knew she wouldn’t know what the place was, but I did. I had gone there a few times before, but I never expected my father to go there.
“Yes, it’s a fetish club,” I replied with a sigh. “He was there last night?”
“A fetish club!” Mother exclaimed with disgust. “What the hell was he doing there?”
“Well, it seems that before he arrived, this woman showed up with the girl Becca you were telling me about.” Sliding a photo over, I looked at the photo of my father dressed as normal, and then the photo with Becca in it.
My mouth dropped open, seeing her dressed the way she was. She was stunning, and that made my blood boil. No way in hell was she ever allowed to look better than me.
“Did they leave together?” I snapped in anger as my eyes kept glaring down at her figure.
“Well, according to my inside man, they were dancing, and he dragged her away towards one of the back rooms of the club. An hour later, they came out looking rather flustered, and then said goodnight to everyone and got in a car and left.”
Looking at my mother, I could tell that she was mortified. “They had sex in a disgusting club?”
“Mom, it’s a sex club. They have specific rooms for group sex and swingers.”
“Oh, my god! Your father is a swinger? What in the hell did I get myself involved with when I married that man?” I wasn’t sure why she was acting the way she was.
Perhaps it was because she didn’t want anyone to think she was into that lifestyle, but she was just as dirty as he was. I’d heard the stories she would tell when she was drunk, and she may not have remembered them, but I did.
“Do we know where they went after that?” my mother asked with a contorted expression on her face.
“Yes, it seems that your ex-husband owns an apartment here at River Edge. The two were seen going up the elevator, we are guessing, to this apartment,” Thomas replied, closing the file as the server came back with our food.
“So they aren’t going to stop seeing each other?” I asked no one in particular.
“It seems not, miss. Now, is there anything else that you would like to know?”
Before I could speak, a sinister gaze crossed my mother’s face as she looked up at me raising a brow. “Yes… I want everything on Becca Woods that you can find. If James won’t wake up and stop seeing her, then I will make sure she gets the message.”
Becca.
It had been a week since I gave James another chance. Through it all, everything was going great, but I still couldn’t understand why he suddenly had the change of heart, considering he was so concerned about how Tally had felt before.
It was like someone had whacked him over the head, and he was an entirely different person. As much as he was amazing in bed, part of me internally giggled, wondering if he was having a mid-life crisis or something.
Regardless of the situation, I found myself rather content with how everything had been. Two days after we spent the night together, James told me to move into the apartment in Allegra’s building. At first I was skeptical.
However, once I got settled in, I started seeing how nice it really was.
No longer did I have to worry about how things were going or if somebody was going to find us. Instead, I could do my thing whenever I wanted.
Which included walking naked around the apartment. Something James really liked. Especially when I had my garters and heels on for him.
When he wasn’t around, I could watch what I wanted on TV. Come and go as I pleased, and most of all, James could be with me here as we would be if we were any other couple sharing a home.
Another thing that was nice…
It had been almost a week since Tally had reached out to me last. I wasn’t quite sure if she was up to something, but I tried to remain positive and understand that perhaps she just needed time to get through all of this.
At least I wishfully thought that would be the case anyway.
After all, walking in on your father and your best friend in the middle of having sex was not something anybody would be able to get over quickly.
The sound of the front door opening caught my attention as I stood in the kitchen making a cup of tea. I wasn’t expecting James yet, and my nerves sky rocketed.
“James?” I called from the kitchen as I came around the corner.
My nerves were on edge, but when my eyes met his, I smiled.
Placing down his briefcase and hanging up his jacket, his eyes met mine briefly, and a smile slowly stretched across his face. “Hey, sweetie.”
No matter how he tried to hide it, I could tell something was wrong. Usually, when he came in, there was another aura surrounding him that screamed intimidation and sexual desire. Yet, right now, he seemed stressed out.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him as he came closer to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, my eyes casting up into his as a sigh left his lips.
“Nothing. It was just a long day.”
I had seen James have a long day, and this was definitely more than a long day. There was a dark, hooded expression in his eyes letting me know something was deeply troubling him.
“I know you’re not telling the entire truth. What’s wrong? Please tell me.”
“It’s nothing,” he said as he pulled away from me and walked towards the bar, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. “I just had a run in with Allison.”
There it was. I knew it was something, and when he mentioned her name, my heart dropped into my stomach.
“Oh,” I replied, taking a moment to think about what my response was going to be. “What did she want?”
“She came to me explaining I needed to call things off with you. If I don’t, there are going to be consequences. She said I was making a fool of myself, hanging out with a woman that was the same age as my daughter, and also that our friends have even started making comments, which I kind of find hard to believe considering nobody knows outside of the group from Velvet I’m even seeing you.”