by Davis, L. D.
“Don’t forget the heart eating bitch,” Vivian chimed in with a wink.
I sighed impatiently. Vivian reached across the desk to shake Emmy’s hand.
“I am so delighted to finally meet you, Esmeralda Kessler,” Viv said.
I turned my head to the side as the pair continued to shake hands. I had never mentioned Emmy’s full name. It hit me just as she passed Emmy an envelope.
“You’ve been served, Mrs. Kessler,” Vivian said cheerfully.
“Uh,” Emmy said, dumbfounded, holding the envelope as if it was a bomb.
“What the hell is this about, Vivian?” I demanded, snatching the envelope from Emmy’s hand. “And since when do you personally serve anyone? Don’t you consider yourself above such things? Don’t you have minions to do this for you?”
“Usually,” she chuckled and then sat down in a chair. “But this was just too good to pass up.”
I unfolded the documents that were in the envelope.
“You really are a heart eating bitch, aren’t you?” Emmy asked conversationally.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she laughed. “You don’t know the half of it.”
“What is it?” Emmy asked me, leaning over my shoulder. “I don’t know who would be taking me to court.”
“Iris,” I growled and tossed the papers on the desk.
“Oh shit,” Emmy muttered and rightfully took a couple of steps away from me.
I stood up and faced my wife who had taken an extra few steps away.
“So, why would Iris be taking me to court?” she tried to play dumb.
Vivian laughed. “Luke, you didn’t know? Honestly?”
“Shut up, Vivian,” I said in a low tone as I walked towards Emmy who shuffled away.
“Why is Iris taking me to court?” Emmy asked again as she moved away from me. I followed her patiently, unwilling to run around my office like a bunch of third graders with Vivian sitting in the middle instigating.
“Is that a cupcake from Carusos?” Vivian asked seriously. Out of the corner of my eye I watched as she took my cupcake off of my desk, along with my cup of coffee before settling back on the other side. “I adore a Carusos cupcake.”
Emmy regarded Vivian with her eyebrows pulled down for a moment, but when she realized I was gaining on her she scurried away.
“Apparently, you bought the building that houses her muffin book shop,” I said to Emmy as if she didn’t already know. “Then you made a grand show of going into her shop to tell her that you aren’t renewing her month to month lease. She is claiming that you harassed her and that you are discriminating against her because of her age and because of her mental disease. Since her business was flourishing and she always paid her rent on time, it only makes your actions look less than honorable, and very possibly illegal!”
“I did nothing illegal,” Emmy said stubbornly. And then she looked curious. “What mental disease? And how old is the bitch?”
“This cupcake is delicious,” Vivian said as she chewed. “I tried one of Iris’s muffins today. She makes one hell of a muffin.”
“According to the paperwork, Iris is fifty-three,” I told Emmy.
“Ew!” She cried, scrunching up her nose. “I heard her tell you she was forty-three.”
“I guess she lied,” I said dryly.
“What mental disease?” Emmy asked next.
“Bipolar disease,” Vivian chirped in happily.
“I didn’t know the Muffin Bitch was old,” Emmy argued. “And I had no idea that she was bipolar.”
“She’ll argue that she told you. It will be her words against yours, the person who bought the building just to kick her out,” Vivian said. “Damn, this cupcake is my favorite. Double chocolate?”
“You bought a building,” I said in disbelief, shaking my head as I continued to follow her around the room. “Not just a little building, no. You bought a big ass corner building! Where did you get the money for that, Em? Hmm?”
“I used my own money,” she snapped.
“Before we got married, we agreed that you would not use your money except for maybe traveling back and forth to Louisiana. I don’t remember saying it was okay to buy real estate!”
“It’s my money!” she argued. “I should be able to buy the damn white house if I can afford to.”
“Can you afford to?” Vivian asked curiously.
“No,” Emmy shrugged. “But I can afford a hell of a lot. My money is just sitting in an account, growing. I’m not allowed to use it.”
“Oh,” Vivian laughed hard. “Luke, you are so damn honorable that it’s stifling”
“Shut up, Vivian,” I growled. “A matter of fact, get out, Vivian.”
“I haven’t finished my coffee yet,” she said. “So, Emmy, this is off the record, but why exactly did you buy the building?”
“Don’t answer that,” I warned, but Emmy gave me a look of disdain.
“Iris almost destroyed my marriage,” she said to Vivian, though she kept her eye on me as we circled my desk and the chairs Vivian was seated in. “She threw herself onto Luke after she made such a big show to befriend me and my kids. I happened to walk in just before she kissed him.”
“You’re kidding me,” Vivian said. “She failed to mention that she had the hots for your husband.”
“Luke and I have been through too much,” Emmy said. I stopped moving and so did she. She eyed me warily. “It has taken us years to find our mutual happiness and Iris was all too willing to blow it up. She admitted to me that she had been lusting after him for months. I don’t want that woman anywhere near my husband. Her stupid shop is too close for comfort.”
“So, you bought it just so you could evict her?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said in a tone that said “duh.”
“Oh, this is grand,” Vivian said, getting to her feet. “Either way, Iris has a case.”
Grudgingly, I nodded in agreement. Emmy looked irritated. She crossed her arms.
“I’m not backing down from this,” she said to Vivian. “Besides, the building is a perfect location to move the firm into. So either way, that old muffin bitch has to go.”
“Oh, I’m glad you’re not backing down, Emmy,” Vivian grinned. “I like a good fight, and I am guessing Luke is going to fight extra hard this time. Get all catty and show me his claws!” She growled and made a pawing motion in the air. I wanted to slap her, but I don’t hit women.
“Get out,” I told her sharply.
“Oh, I love it when you get bossy,” Viv said, collecting her purse. She turned to Emmy and said “I wish we could have met under better circumstances, Emmy. Honestly, I rather like you so far.”
Emmy nodded as she regarded Vivian with deep thought. I didn’t know what she was thinking. I imagined she was thinking about what a bitch Viv was and how fitting it was that she was representing Iris. Iris knew what she was doing by choosing my arch enemy as her lawyer. Well played.
“Did you sleep with my husband?” Emmy asked Vivian.
My jaw fell to the floor, but Vivian seemed unfazed.
“Yes,” she said with a smile. “But that was a long time ago. Luke and I had a very nice no strings attached agreement, but he realized very early on that he was in love with you and broke it off so that he could do the honorable thing. What gave it away?”
Emmy shrugged. “Woman’s intuition. I feel like I should hate you, Vivian, but I rather like you also.”
“Oh, come on!” I cried out. “You are forbidden to befriend her!”
Emmy looked at me dismissively and turned back to Vivian. “See you in court, Vivian.”
“Oh, yes you will,” she grinned. “But Emmy don’t think that because I like you that I will go easy on you.”
“I’d expect nothing less from a heart eating bitch,” Emmy said.
Vivian winked at me and walked out of my office. I looked at Emmy and resumed my pursuit of her. She began to move again, also.
“You are in so much trouble,” I to
ld her. “I can’t believe you did that.”
“I was only protecting what belongs to me,” she said with a shrug. “I told Iris I would fight to the death rather than let someone destroy my family.”
“Really.”
“Really,” she responded.
“Why are you running away, Emmy? You know I can catch you whenever I want.”
“I would at least like to have the illusion that I can get away,” she said.
I locked the door and looked at her. “You may as well forget all about that illusion.”
I stalked towards her. She tried to move away again, but I caught her easily right in front of my desk. I pushed her against it. I put my hands flat on the surface on either side of her, trapping her. She swallowed audibly.
“You’re in so much trouble,” I told her again, my lips close to hers.
“I’d do it again if I was given the choice,” she said. “That muffin bitch is lucky I didn’t just kick her ass. Making her move out is easy.”
I chuckled and pressed my erection against her. “You did all of that for me,” I said.
“It was a lot of work,” she admitted. “The owners did not want to sell.”
“I’ll bet you dipped deeply into your money,” I murmured as I inhaled the skin on her neck.
“Deep enough,” she sighed with pleasure and tilted her head to give me better access.
My hands were on her thighs, hiking up her skirt. “How can I trust you not to dip into your money like that again, Emmy?”
“As long as there are no more Irises, I won’t have a reason to,” she said flatly.
“Touché, Mrs. Kessler.”
“Iris and her old, dry vagina,” Emmy muttered. “Hitting that dry piece of ass would have been hazardous to your dick. Lord Jesus it’s a fire,” she said it like the infamous woman on YouTube.
I laughed as I rested my forehead on hers. “Do you mind not talking about Iris and her dry vagina? I’m trying to punish you for your actions. You’re killing my hardon.”
She began to release the button and zipper on my pants as she looked up at me with a more somber expression.
“Are you really mad?” she asked quietly.
“I am livid,” I said and I wasn’t lying. I was very pissed that Emmy had spent probably a huge chunk of change on anything without discussing it with me. I am the first to admit that I can be very prideful. I am the man, the husband, the father, and the head of my household and it is primarily my responsibility to care for my family on all levels, especially financially.
“I am angry,” I said after I felt her body slump and she looked up at me with apologetic eyes. “But you did it to protect our family.” I pushed a hand into her brown waves. “We are so lucky to have you, Emmy.”
She smiled and drew me in for a soft, delicious kiss. I reached under her skirt and began to pull her panties down. She lifted her ass long enough for me to pull the fabric over her perfectly round cheeks. I pulled away from her mouth to remove the lacey scrap completely and then stepped between her open legs. I kissed her again.
“And,” I said, smiling and speaking against her lips. “Imagining you walking into that shop, pissed off, protective and possessive and giving Iris her walking papers along with a piece of your mind is a major fucking turn on.”
I kissed her without mercy, pouring all of my love and desire for her into the kiss. Her sassy tongue challenged mine. Her saucy lips battled to dominate the kiss. Her smart-alecky mouth attempted to devour mine, but soon she submitted and blissfully drowned in my kiss.
*~~~*
We walked into the house, singing a rock version of The Wheels on the Bus. Lucas could really belt it out, but my air guitar solo was untouchable, and Kaitlyn’s clapping blew other babies’ clapping out of the water, because my kids are more awesome than other kids.
“Hello, wife,” I said cheerfully and planted a wet and loud kiss on her cheek.
“Hello, husband and children,” Emmy said, wiping away the moisture on her cheek.
“You don’t wipe away the moisture when I -”
Emmy cut me off, placing her hand over my mouth. “Hey! There are children in the room.”
“They don’t know what I’m talking about,” I said and wiggled my eyebrows suggestively at her.
Emmy rolled her eyes, but did nothing to hide the smile on her face before turning back to the dinner she was preparing.
“So, I’m Super Dad, and it’s okay if you admit it out loud,” I told her as I put a shopping bag on the table. “Not only did I take both kids out alone to the mall and the grocery store, but I didn’t lose any of them or maim them. And I got all of the groceries you put on the list and didn’t give in to Lucas’s breakdown in the checkout lane because he couldn’t get candy.”
Em turned back around and looked at me for a moment before looking at Lucas who was busy running one of his cars over a kitchen chair.
“Lucas, baby, come here,” Em said sweetly.
Lucas gave his car wings and made a ‘vawooom’ sound as he flew over to his mother. She smiled down at him, gently touched his face, swiping a finger under his bottom lip. She held the finger up for me to see. There was a dark smear on it. Em popped the finger in her mouth as she watched me through narrowed eyes.
“Chocolate,” she said, putting her hand on her hip.
“I love you,” I said, hoping that would sidetrack her. It didn’t.
“You’re such a sucker,” she accused. “You give him everything he wants. Kaitlyn is going to have you wrapped around her finger.”
I looked into my daughter’s face and grinned.
“I’m already wrapped around her finger,” I said and kissed her smiling face.
Em shook her head and started going through the grocery bag as she no doubt mentally checked off the items that had been on her list. She balled the bag up looking satisfied.
“Good job, husband unit,” she said smiling. “I’ll let the chocolate incident slide this time. You may reclaim your Super Dad title.”
“Oh, but there is more,” I said dramatically as I took Kaitlyn out of her coat.
“Oh?” Em looked intrigued.
“Oh, yes, my dear, perfect wife.” I reached into the diaper bag and produced an envelope. “I also stopped by the office to get secret mail.”
“Secret mail?”
“Secret mail,” I repeated. “I had it sent there so that there would be less of a chance of you getting to it before me.”
“Getting to what exactly?” Emmy asked and crossed her arms.
“Why the secret mail, of course, my darling blossom.”
She tried not to smile, but I could see it pulling on the edges of her pretty mouth.
“What is the secret mail, my handsome beau?” she played along.
“Why it is mail that is a great secret, my slightly dense beauty.”
“You’re killing me here,” she sighed.
I handed her the large envelope. She cocked an eyebrow at me. She seemed reluctant to open it.
“You may proceed, my luscious pumpkin,” I grinned.
“Your mood is downright giddy today,” she murmured with a smile as she began to pull open the envelope.
“You make me giddy,” I replied and kissed the top of her head.
“Okay, let’s see what this secret mail is,” she breathed and reached into the envelope. She pulled out a folder. Her eyebrow raised again as she threw a glance at me. “A travel agency? This must be some kind of trick, because no one uses those anymore.”
“Well, baby, you know I’m old fashioned. Open the folder.”
Emmy laid the folder on the kitchen table and slowly opened it. I heard a light gasp. She glanced quickly at me before looking back to the contents of the folder.
“These are airline tickets,” she whispered. “And villa reservations…for the Caribbean?” She looked up at me with wide eyes.
“Yes,” I said quietly. “I thought it was about time we had our honeymoon – even
though it’s still a couple of months away. I know it’s not even the most exotic place you have ever been, and you have been to more exciting places, but since we’ll be leaving the kids in Louisiana with your parents I thought we should be a little closer to home.”
Emmy looked down at the tickets and the other traveling information. When she looked back up at me, she had tears in her eyes.
“Um,” I said, feeling uneasy. I shifted Kaitlyn into my other arm. “I promise I’ll take you anywhere else you’d like to go when the kids are older.”
“This is…this is perfect, Luke,” she smiled. “Anywhere you take me will be perfect as long as you’re there.”
She stood on her toes and kissed me slowly and sensually. If I didn’t have one child in my arms and the other a couple of feet away, I would have done wicked things to her.
“There are children in the room, Mrs. Kessler,” I admonished when she pulled away.
“The children will be napping soon, Mr. Kessler,” she said in a sultry tone that made me almost drop the baby.
“Lucas, nap time!”
*~~~*
“I want to see you in this,” I insisted to Emmy. I gave the hanger a shake for emphasis.
“I’m not wearing a bikini until my body is bikini ready,” she said and shook her hanger for emphasis.
“Your body is more than ready for a bikini. In fact, I’d prefer no clothes at all on your body.” I winked.
Emmy rolled her eyes. “You’re the only person who would consider stuffing my muffin top into a bikini.”
I possessively put my hand on her waist and firmly smoothed it over her hip and upper thigh before ending on her ass.
I leaned in close to her, my lips only centimeters from her lips, and said “Every part of you is perfect and I want you on display for my pleasure.”
She shivered, touched her lips to mine for the briefest of seconds and then she said in a soft, velvety voice “I’m not wearing the bikini.”
A grin slowly spread on my face. “So, you won’t be wearing anything?”
She laughed softly. It sent fire up my spine and made my erection twitch in my jeans.
“I’ll be wearing this tankini,” she said flatly and then there was a hanger in my face.