“Yeah, it turned into a pity party. You thought that you could keep me distracted for long enough to forgive you if the truth ever came out. You thought that you could buy my forgiveness,” she cried and I rushed towards her. Lesley stepped back and I forced myself to keep my hands to myself even though I was itching to reach for her and pull her into my arms. I wanted to banish every bad feeling that she was feeling, especially because I knew that I was the cause for it.
“I wasn’t pretending, if that is what you’re saying. Everything that happened between us was true and real,” I said and ran a hand through my hair. Lesley’s eyes were still on fire. Nothing I said was making that rage die down. She still hated me.
“Then why didn’t you tell me the truth?” she asked. I had no other choice but to clamp my mouth shut. No woman had meant this much to me before, and I didn’t know how to fix this.
“I wanted to . . . Lesley, please believe me when I say that I was going to. I was just afraid of losing you,” I said and she jerked her face away from me again. Her nostrils were flared, her shoulders heaving from the tension and her anger.
“You were afraid that I would see you for who you really are,” she hissed. When she turned her face and our eyes met again, I finally saw myself through her eyes. She was seeing me as a selfish, arrogant, wealthy jerk . . . As the man who everyone knew me as. I shook my head and took in a deep breath.
“I used to be that guy. I was young and careless and believed that I could play with people’s lives without any consequences. I never forgave myself for what I did to your father and your family. It was why I moved out of our home, why I agreed to marry Natalia. I thought that if I settled down with a family, had a kid . . . that I could make up for my sins. And the Universe repaid me for what I’d done. I was stuck with a wife who wanted nothing more than my money. Who didn’t even care about our child. When she finally left, I thought that I had paid my dues. I moved to Texas with Alfie to stay away from the world I knew. I didn’t want to ever come back here because I couldn’t face my old self. But I’m glad that I did. It led me to you,” Lesley watched me as I spoke, but there was no change in her like I’d hoped there would be. She was right in not forgiving me. These were just words, empty promises and proclamations. My actions spoke for me, and now she knew me for the guy who I used to be. There was no coming back from that.
“You’re right. You shouldn’t have come back here. You should have stayed away in Texas like you planned to. As for me . . . I wish I had never met you again,” she said. I thought I caught her lips trembling. I had to clench my hands. The more I looked at her, the deeper all my regrets became. The life I had been leading before I met Lesley was a lie.
“I’m in love with you, Lesley . . . I don’t regret the last three weeks. I wish that I’d told you sooner so that you knew the truth, but I wouldn’t change what we had for anything in the world,” I said. Lesley crossed her arms over her breasts. It was like she was closing the door, indicating that this conversation was over and there was no way that I could convince her of anything else.
“Well, it's easy for you to say that because you have nothing to lose. What have you lost? My family – my parents have lost everything. I’ve lost my chance of going to college, of having a career in law, which had been my passion. It’s despicable that you think a few weeks of living with you can change that,” she hissed. Now her anger was vicious, mingling with her cracked voice. If she had ever loved me, I knew that Lesley didn’t love me anymore.
I nodded my head and hung my head down in shame and regret.
“Yes, you’re right. I’ve taken everything from you, which is why I want to give it all back,” I said. When I looked at her, I saw that her brows were crossed and her eyes were narrowed at me. She didn’t know what I was saying, and I was only too happy to explain.
Chapter 17 - Lesley
Connor had just told me that he wanted to give everything back, and I had no idea what he could possibly mean by that.
“I can see you look confused,” he said and I stared at him, trying to not think about how hot he looked. It was one thing to try and hate him when I couldn’t see him, but now that he was here, asking me for my forgiveness . . . It was more than just difficult to keep despising him. I couldn’t. He was just too handsome, too charming . . . and I could remember everything he had done to my body.
“Lesley, I’ve asked the banks to transfer the funds back into your dad’s account,” he said and I squinted at him in confusion. How was that even possible?
“What funds? What are you talking about?” I asked and sat down on the chair again with a thump.
“The funds that he lost, his savings . . . I’ve transferred them back to him,” Connor said and I shook my head.
“You had his money all along?” I asked. My heart was beginning to beat wildly in my chest. Connor took in a deep breath and then shook his head.
“No. Not technically, but I gave him bad advice. I behaved recklessly with his money and it made me richer. So, in my eyes, I have the money that truly belongs to him,” Connor explained. I stared at him open-mouthed. His blue eyes looked dim and soft, his dirty blond shoulder length hair slicked back. He had taken some time with his appearance, unlike his usual self on the days at the ranch. He was in a buttoned up plaid shirt and clean dark jeans. His boots weren’t dusty today, either. Somewhere in my soul, I smiled a little at the thought that he had put in an effort to make a good impression on me. That had to mean something right?
“We don’t need your charity, Connor,” I said instead. I couldn’t forgive him, no matter how much my body protested. The truth was still out there.
“It’s not charity. I’m giving back what I owe your family. It should be in your dad’s account by the end of the day tomorrow once the bank has cleared my request. Please let him know that I’m very sorry and that I know I should have done it sooner. I just never had the guts to admit it to myself until I met you,” Connor said and stared down at his feet.
I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t protest anymore. It stung my pride to accept such a huge amount of money from him, but I knew the difference it would make for my family. My dad would have his dignity back, and maybe things could get back to normal around here. Maybe I could even go to college!
Connor looked up at me after a few moments of silence. I gulped because I was searching for the right words to say. I didn’t know whether to thank him or throw him out of the house.
“I’m going to leave now, Lesley. I’m sorry to have troubled you. I should have known that bringing you into my life would have caused you nothing but heartache,” he said and my breasts began to heave. There was so much I wanted to say. I just couldn’t find the right words.
“I will always love you and I will cherish these last three weeks we shared,” he said and pulled out a wrapped square box from the pocket of his jeans. I watched in silence as he placed the box down on the kitchen table and then stepped away from it.
“I was meaning to give this to you, but you left and I didn’t have the chance. Take care of yourself, Lesley,” Connor said and before I could say anything, he had turned around and walked out of the kitchen.
I didn’t follow him. I couldn’t. I knew what would happen if I did. I wouldn’t have been able to hold back all the emotions running through my veins.
I heard the front door open and close and with shaking fingers, I reached for the box on the table. I slid open the ribbon and then hurriedly tore open the wrapping paper. A navy velvet jewelry box lay inside. With my breath caught in my throat, I opened the box slowly.
I gasped and it nearly fell out of my hand as I stared at what was inside: a blindingly sparkling diamond ring with sapphires running down the band of the ring. I held it up, staring straight into its shimmering facets and then I slipped it onto my left ring finger. It fit perfectly. How had he known my ring size? How did he know which ring I would like?
I yanked it off my finger, placed it back in the box, and
snapped it shut. I didn’t know what this ring could possibly mean and I didn’t want to think about it. This could drive me crazy . . . I didn’t want to trust him anymore. Not after everything that had happened.
“What did Connor Marshall want with you, honey?” my mom’s voice cut through my thoughts. She was standing at the kitchen door, looking worried as she stared at me. I tried slipping the box discreetly from the table and on to my lap. I forced a smile on my face and looked at her kindly.
“Everything is going to be all right, mom. Maybe you should call dad and ask him to come home. I have something to say to you both,” I said to her. Our lives were about to change, and I couldn’t wait to tell them.
Chapter 18 – Connor
3 Months Later
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Nothing had changed on the ranch. Chris, Tony and I continued to work away with the horses, and Alfie continued going to school. I dabbled with the idea of hiring a new nanny for him, but he had been in a bad mood ever since Lesley left. I couldn’t get him to eat his vegetables or fruit, wash his hands before dinner, or help him finish his homework in time. He was going to turn eight in a few months and I already knew that I needed to come up with a plan to help him live the life he deserved. It was just that I’d run out of ideas.
Chris had taken him to school that morning and picked him up as well. I still had a few more hours of work remaining to do and, according to Chris; Alfie had slumped down on the couch in front of the TV and refused to get started on his homework. I knew I needed to discipline him, and I had no idea how Lesley had managed to do it.
I missed her. I missed her every day. It had been three months since I’d last met her or spoken to her, and even though I thought about her constantly, my only hope was that she was happy. I hoped that she’d finally gone to law school and lived the life she always wanted to live. I was nothing more than a rancher, with a seven-year-old disobedient son and nothing more to give her. She was wise to stay away from me. She was better off without us.
We led the horses back into the stables and shut down for the day. With Lesley and her delicious dinners gone, Chris and Tony had started to drive down to the local diner for their meals. I was walking back towards the house, trying to come up with something creative to cook for Alfie and myself for a change.
When I walked into the house, I was initially surprised by the lack of the TV sounds. Alfie usually always had his cartoons on loud around this time, but the house was silent. As I rubbed the soles of my boots on the mat at the door, I got the first whiff of casserole. With my brows crinkled, I charged into the house. I thought I was going crazy. I thought I was imagining things, but the scent lingered and I followed it into the kitchen.
I saw her right away: Lesley in a beautiful floral dress, the apron tied around her waist. She was bent in front of the oven, sliding a casserole out, with oven mitts on her hands. She and Alfie looked at me together. He was sitting at the kitchen table, his homework spread out around him.
“Daddy! Lesley’s back!” he squealed and jumped off his chair to come running to me. I couldn’t even lift him up in my arms. I didn’t know what to say to him or to Lesley, who was now placing the casserole on the kitchen table. Her long brunette hair was tied up in a messy bun, some stray strands falling around her face delicately. Her green eyes were sparkling with excitement. Her breasts were as firm and juicy as I remembered them, stretching her dress. I studied her closely, staring at her like she was a ghost in a dream. Then my eyes fell on the ring on her finger. She was wearing my ring.
“Hello, Connor . . . I took the liberty of making us dinner,” she said and stood at the table with her hands clasped together. She was smiling that smile that made my heart ache.
“Lesley . . . ” I breathed her name while Alfie ran in circles around me excitedly.
“Alfie, why don’t you take your homework to the living room? Give daddy and me some time to talk?” Lesley said to him and, just like before, he didn’t need to be told twice. He obeyed Lesley immediately and started collecting his things.
I couldn’t stop staring at her, I couldn’t even find the words to make a sentence.
When Alfie left, Lesley took a few steps towards me. I still felt like I was imagining it all.
“I love you, Connor. I never stopped loving you, and, believe me, I tried,” she said, meeting my eyes confidently. That smile hadn’t left her face and I couldn’t believe a word I was hearing.
“You’ve come back . . . ” I said, more to myself than to her. Lesley smiled more widely, amused by my reaction. She stepped closer to me, close enough for me to be able to touch her if I wanted. But I couldn’t touch her. I was afraid that if I did she would vanish into thin air.
“I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted,” she said suddenly and the smile dropped from her face. She had mistaken my shock for anger and I lunged at her, grasping her face in my hands. I pulled her closer to me and Lesley gasped. Her mouth parted. She was inviting me to kiss her, and there was nothing more that I wanted to do.
“I’ve spent the past three months dreaming about this day. I didn’t think it could actually happen,” I growled. She was smiling again, biting down on her lip as she stared at me.
“Kiss me then,” she whispered. Just like with Alfie, she didn’t have to ask me twice. I lowered my mouth roughly to her, claiming her in a heartbeat. She opened her lips and my tongue slid in, tasting her, breathing into her. My body shook from the overwhelming emotion of having her in my arms again. She kissed me back with force.
I tore away from her, my breathing constricted in my throat.
“Come with me,” I growled. Grabbing her by her hand, I led her out of the kitchen.
The TV was on in the living room. Alfie was occupied.
“But dinner . . . Alfie needs to finish his homework,” I heard her say, but we were already halfway to the back door.
“It can wait. We’ve waited for three months already,” I said as we left the house together. Once outside, we were both running. I could hear Lesley laughing. I joined her as we ran towards our secret patch of trees.
We had barely even reached it before she threw herself into me. I fell down to the ground and she followed me. I was holding her by her waist as we kissed again, this time more slowly, more passionately. Like long lost lovers who were finally united.
Lesley’s hair fell over my face as I stared up at her. We were both smiling and happy. I tucked some of her hair behind her ears. The sky was clear and sparkling with stars over her head as she sat on me, her legs astride my waist.
“You have no idea how happy you’ve made me, Lesley,” I said and she leaned over and kissed the tip of my nose.
“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you, Connor. I couldn’t stay away any longer. I wanted to see you and Alfie again,” she said and we kissed again. We couldn’t stop kissing each other. When she pulled away, Lesley’s eyes were lit like the stars above us.
“I love you,” I said softly and I dropped my hands from her face to her breasts. I caressed them and she closed her eyes. My thumbs searched out her nipples and I teased them so that they were finally erect and pebbled under the fabric of her dress. My hands travelled down, tracing the shape of her torso, the curves of her hips, and then I found the hem of her dress. She gasped when I started dragging it up. She leaned over and placed her hands on my chest, fumbling with the buttons on my shirt.
When her hands met my bare chest, I arched my hips so that she could feel the erection in my jeans. Lesley bit down on her lip and pressed herself down on me. Even through my pants, I could feel the dampness of her panties. She wanted me. She had been waiting for me the way I’d been waiting for her. And now there was no time for anything else. Foreplay was out of the question.
“Lesley, I have to have you now,” I said through gritted teeth, trying to control my desperate need for her.
She reached for my belt and undid the zip. With one quick movement, she had pulled my pants down, sliding them
under her till they fell around my knees. She remained sitting on me, astride, her dress ballooned up around her waist.
She played with my cock, teasing it out of my pants as she stretched herself above me. I reached for her breasts, cupping them, squeezing her pebbled nipples. Lesley moaned and bit down on her lip, holding my gaze strongly as she stroked my cock.
I was ready to be inside her. I was ready to feel her tight pussy enveloping my erect cock. She started rocking as she stroked me, sliding her small hand up and down the length of my throbbing head.
“Take off your panties, Lesley,” I said gruffly, squeezing her breasts and holding her in position. She obeyed my command, lifting herself off me to quickly pull down her panties. When she sat back down on me again, I could feel her wetness on my thighs. There were goosebumps on her arms and she was smiling sultrily.
I reached for her pussy, quickly slipping two fingers into her folds because I wanted to feel her softness. Lesley moaned, rocked herself, and latched on to my cock again. She pleasured me as I pleasured her, sliding my fingers in and out of her wet, hot core. She was soft and juicy and her folds felt like they were throbbing with desire. I rubbed her clit with my thumb, slowly and in circular motions at first.
She was stretching her torso, moving her body in a suggestive motion as she sat on me. My cock was bursting at the seams, the tip covered in pre-cum, yet she didn’t stop stroking. I knew I was nearing the edge. I didn’t want to explode in her hands. I wanted to be inside her, fucking her hard as I came. I wanted us to come together.
My fingers stroked her, my thumb circled her clit, and, finally, I knew it was too much to bear. I slid my fingers out of her pussy and I lifted her up by her waist. Lesley giggled lightly, but I couldn’t laugh. This wasn’t funny. I was possessed by an urgent animalistic need to have her, and the wildness inside me would not be satisfied till I had exploded inside her.
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