“What’s your wife doing?” I looked to my best friend.
“My wife, the PR specialist, is doing what she does best. Damage control, my friend, damage control.” He slapped me on the back. “We have got some business to care of.”
I appreciated that Mackenzie was going to have someone with her. She wasn't going to be alone. At least for now. Once I got business taken care of, I would go to her. I would make her listen. I would beg her to understand.
How was I going to make her understand I had broken a promise I made to her? Callously and deliberately broken a promise before it was even made.
Was that all I was?
Was that all Richard was, a whore?
Someone who accepted sex with my interns for my own creative gains. Was what happened with Amanda my fault? Letting her come to me each night when all I was interested in was what she could give me in the bedroom?
How many buxom beauties had I taken to my boat to assist with my stress?
How was I supposed to get Mackenzie to forgive me, when I didn’t know if I could forgive myself?
Chapter 36
Mackenzie
I watched out the window until I saw Charles and Amanda get into a car and pull away. I hit the elevator button and stepped inside. Before the door closed, a familiar petite brunette entered and stood beside me.
We rode the elevator to the ground floor without saying a word. I appreciated that Haley was not trying to talk me into going back for the announcement.
We headed outside and before I could ask the valet to call me a cab, Haley told him to call her driver.
The driver pulled up and Haley gestured for me to get in. “Scoot over, I take up more room these days.” Haley was behaving as if it were simply two women sharing a ride home. She handed the driver a note.
“Where are we going?” I did not recognize the route.
“I’m taking you home,” Haley answered.
“Haley, I don’t think you and Aleksander should get caught in the middle of this. I can get a hotel.”
“I’m not taking you to our home, or Richard’s home, I’m taking you to my home.”
The drive did not take long and the car pulled into a small well-maintained bungalow.
“This is my house, the house I lived in with my son before Aleksander. It took a lot for me to get this on my own. I haven’t been able to bring myself to sell it,” she explained.
We exit the car and Haley handed the driver another note and he left. I followed Haley into the house. It was nicely laid out, cozy and welcoming.
Haley pointed out the different rooms as I followed her into the kitchen. “If Richard asks, I won’t lie, I will tell him I brought you here. However, the doors have excellent deadbolts, so he can't get in unless you want him in.”
“Thank you.” I had no idea what else to say. The entire situation was uncomfortable yet somehow this petite brunette helped make it less unbearable.
“Haley, why?” I knew we had some bonding moments, but this went beyond that.
“We’ve all been there. A friend of mine told me once when Aleksander and I…” she paused, “how do I put it? When Aleksander and I were not very nice to each other. She told me she would not take sides.” She sat at the kitchen table. “I won't ask what happened — that’s between the two of you, and I won't take sides.”
The doorbell rang and Haley jumped up to answer. She returned with a bag. “I sent the driver to the nearest convenience store for basic necessities, toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush. I think everything else you may need is in the bathroom.” She gave a small laugh, “Hell, I think one of Aleksander shirts may still be hanging in the closet. It would be more comfortable to sleep in than that dress.
What you do tomorrow is up to you. There’s no time limit on how long you can stay here.”
Haley walked over and hugged me. “Goodnight, Mackenzie.”
I walked her to the door. “Goodnight, Haley. Again, thank you.”
I walked around the house taking inventory of where the linen closet was. I looked in the bedrooms. I could tell which was Haley’s and which was her son’s. There was a third, a guest room with a double bed.
I decided on staying in that one. I looked through the closet and smiled when I saw that Aleksander had indeed left one of his shirts there. I also noticed a nightshirt that on Haley probably hit the floor. On me it would go to my knees.
A shower to remove the makeup and any traces of him left on me was mandatory. Then I would try to get some sleep. I knew it wasn't a matter of if I had to face Richard, but rather when I was going to have to face him.
I headed to the kitchen and opened the bag. It also contained a small container of milk, some bread, butter and cheese. I was going to miss Haley when I left. The petite brunette had been more of a friend to me in the past month than any of my high school or college friends.
She reminded me of how much I missed Sally. I had talked to her on the phone, let her know I was doing great. Was doing great, past tense. It was going to take a while for me to even consider that I might again one day feel great.
A sudden pounding on the door made me jump.
“Mackenzie,” I heard the loud gravelly voice behind the door. “Mac, baby, open the door.” How dare he call me that? Did he actually think I was going to respond to that word?
I stomped to the door and swung it open to the man I should be furious with. The man I should hate to my very soul.
Instead, my body betrayed me and all I felt was the liquid pooling between my thighs at the sight of a man who looked broken. My heart should be ice, instead it ached. I wanted to pulled him in and kiss him with the same fury I wanted to slap him.
I could smell the liquor on his breath. “Are you drunk?” I laid my hand his chest to push him away. Richard captured my wrist and pulled me closer.
“Do you want to invite me in, or should we continue this show for the neighbors?” His voice was seductive, his face having that wicked grin. I was sure Richard knew what that grin of his did to me, along with that panty melting stare of those stoic brown eyes.
“No, you’re drunk. I’ll call you a cab.” I retrieved my wrist from his grasp and closed the door on him.
“Mac, baby, are you going to make me wait outside in the cold?”
Would I leave him out in the cold?
If I let him in, I knew I would waiver. I couldn't afford to waiver. Not yet, I needed time to think. I couldn't think around him, I only reacted.
I needed to leave him outside in the cold.
It was cold outside and he only had his suit jacket, no overcoat. What if he suffered from hypothermia? Was he more susceptible to it because of his recent close call?
Was that his plan all along or was he too drunk to care about his own well being?
Chapter 37
Richard
“Mac, baby, are you going to make me wait out here in the cold?”
I couldn’t believe she closed the door in my face. After she Not that I didn't deserve it, I totally deserved it.
I needed her to let me in. I knew if she let me in, I could charm my way into her bed, or whatever bed she was using.
But I had to get her to open that damn door.
That was how we communicated, that was when we were melted as one person. If I could make love to her, it would remind her why we belonged together. I knew I needed to appeal to her sexual side before I could appease her sensible side.
I had used sex to get her to comply in the past, but then she had let me.
I pounded on the door again. If I made a scene, she would not want to disrupt the neighbors, she would have to let me in.
It wasn’t working, nothing was working, I failed. I didn't just fail; as Haley put it, I fucked up. I really, really fucked up.
I sat on the porch swing and waited for the cab she said she was calling. The cab that was going to keep me from getting the only woman I had ever loved.
Did I fall asleep? Was I dreaming? A wa
rm hand on my shoulders had my eyes fluttering open. There before me, my angel, my Florence Nightingale with her beautiful blue eyes staring down at me.
“The cab company said it might take an hour, do you have your driver’s card on you?” She quipped.
I reached inside my jacket pocket and pulled out the card. The valet card from the party; the poor driver was probably still there waiting for me.
“Get inside, you’re cold as ice. I didn't save your ass once only to have to explain to your parents I let you freeze to death at Haley’s front door.” I heard the exasperation in her voice. There was a hint of concern concealed in her statement as well.
I followed her into the house and sat at the kitchen table. She reached for her cell phone and I took her hand. “What’s the hurry, baby?” I wasn't going to let my one chance get away.
“You know we belong together,” I got up and wrapped my arms around her waist. “You’re still wearing the dress. Do you remember my promise?”
“Which one, Richard? The one where you promised you would never make me feel like a whore, or the one where you swore to always love me, or the one where you said you would never have sex while you’re drunk?”
“I said, I would never have sex with you if you were drunk, I never said I couldn't be drunk.” I hoped my playful side would melt her.
Her sparkling blue eyes were cold as ice. It gave me shivers down my spine. This was going to be harder than I thought.
“It won't work this time, Richard. You think sex is the answer to everything.” She pushed me away. “Writer’s block,” she said snidely, “have sex, stress, have sex.”
I grasped her wrist, spun her around and wrapped my other arm around her waist and pulled her back against my chest.
I brushed her hair from her neck and whispered in her ear. “Get Mackenzie to forgive me, have sex.” It was meant to entice her. To get her to fall into my arms.
She removed my arm and stepped away.
After a few seconds she wrapped her arms around my neck. “You want to rip my dress off and fuck me,” she purred. “You think you can get me to do anything you want if you fuck my brains out until I can't form a sentence. Is that what you want, Richard, baby?”
I wasn't sure I like where this was going. This was not my Mackenzie, this was not about the sex. This was about making her feel how we belonged together.
If she wanted revenge sex, I would be more than willing to oblige. Once we connected, once I made her cum, she would feel it, she would have to. It was my last chance to make her feel it.
“Where do you want me, baby?” Mackenzie sat on the table. “Here on the table?”
I waited to see the ice in her eyes turn to desire. It wouldn't have the same effect without desire. It would mean nothing if she didn't want me.
She slid off the table, lifted her dress and removed her underwear. “This should make it easier, don't you think, baby?” Then she turned her back to me. “Seems a shame to ruin such a beautiful dress when all you have to do is lower the zipper.” Mackenzie reached for her zipper, “Will you help me with my zipper, baby?”
She was playing games with me. I didn't like that the tables were turned. I was supposed to be seducing her, not the other way around. If she continued, I would go over the edge before I got what I came for.
“What’s the matter, baby, this is what you wanted, isn't it?” Mackenzie lowered her zipper, turned around and slipped out of her dress and began to undress me.
“Finally, here I stand naked, and you still have all your clothes on. Looks like you finally win, baby.”
I was beginning to hate that word. When Amanda called me baby the way I used it on Mackenzie, something died in her eyes. I needed her to get that fire back. I needed those cold ice blue eyes to show me desire. Would I be able to resist her if they did not?
I would let her take her time. Time to remember what I felt like under her fingers. Time for that fire to return in her eyes.
She slowly undressed me. I wanted to take her mouth, to kiss that lipstick right off. She needed to make the first move, she wanted this done her way and I needed to let her.
I wasn't going to take her on the table. It had to be more than sex. I let her tease me, running her fingers across my abs.
She brought my hands to her breasts and used hers to guide mine in circular motions around them. She took my thumb and finger and made me pinch her nipples and rotate around them. She brought my fingers to her mound and, with hers, slid them inside her folds. Her hip thrusted forward and gyrated against our hands.
She brought my fingers to her mouth and sucked on them, tasting herself. She took her fingers and thrust them in my parted lips, in and out.
“Suck them,” she ordered. I formed an O and sucked on her fingers as she played with my mouth.
She pulled away, shimmied her way onto the table and spread her thighs. “Make me cum,” she demanded.
As I reached her, she ran her hands through my hair and guided my head between her thighs.
I would play along. I would pleasure her, make her cum. I knew her orgasms were her weakness. That was what I needed to do, break her defences.
I knew my skills and the knowledge I learned from our previous encounters made me an expert in how to please her.
I swirled my tongue around her clit, slowly, then increased the rhythm and pressure until she moaned. My next move was to take her sensitive nub into my mouth and suck on it, gently biting it as she writhed against me.
I plunged my tongue into her soft cavern, in and out. I began slowly, gradually increasing the pressure and rhythm until I could taste her juices flowing, surrounding my tongue.
I raised to my feet and claimed her mouth, letting her taste herself. I replaced where my tongue had just been with my fingers. One at first, then I added a second, then a third.
She gasped and her eyes flew open. Those beautiful blue eyes still did not have that fire I wanted to see.
“Do you like that, sweetheart?” I was careful not to call her baby. I needed to bring her back to me. I was only getting started.
I worked my fingers into her wetness while my thumb played with her already swollen clit. Her breathing was shallow and raspy. I knew she was close. I was going to drag it out until I got what I wanted. She bucked her hips, impatient for the fireworks that were imminent.
“Just a little further, sweetheart, you’re almost there,” I coaxed her.
I was losing my resolve. My cock had been screaming at me since the minute I touched her. It wanted to feel the tight walls of her pussy. I had to be sure she was mentally ready to accept me, all of me.
I could feel her walls tightening around my fingers. I swallowed her scream before it left her lips.
“Look at me, Mac, are you sure you want this?”
“Yes,” she breathed, “oh god, yes.”
“Not here, not like this,” I told her.
I lifted her and carried her to the first open door I saw, hoping it was a bedroom. My instincts did not let me down. I placed her gently on the bed and crawled towards her. She placed her hand on my chest, stopping me in my tracks.
Did she change her mind?
“Not like this,” she purred, “like this.” She rolled over onto her stomach and placed a pillow under her, lifting her ass so I was in full view of her dripping pussy. She was wet and waiting.
“What’s wrong, baby, don't you want to fuck me? I’m ready, you made sure of that.” Something in her voice sent off alarms.
I removed the pillow and flipped her over. I stared into her ice blue eyes; there was no fire, no passion.
“Look at me, Mac,” I cupped her face with my hands.
“No, I don't want to fuck you. I want to make love to you. I want to see that fire missing in your eyes, that desire that tells me you want me to. I need you to want me. I’ll ask you again, do you want this? Do you want me?”
“Yes.”
That was all I needed to hear. I spread her legs and position
ed myself between her thighs and pressed the head of my cock to her opening. Once I was sure I would slid in without causing her discomfort, I took her.
I thrust and hammered into her, staring into her ice blue eyes. I wanted to see the lust, the desire. Her desire before I would take her where only I could. That spot that would make her scream. That spot that scrambled her brain so incoherently that she couldn't form a sentence.
I would not take her there until I saw that fire.
She bucked and jerked her hips to match mine. She was pushing me over the edge and I knew that was her plan. She was not going to concede. She was not going to give me what I came for.
As hard as I tried to make her feel the connection, I was losing. She was wrong, I didn’t win this one. I lost the battle and the war. I lost everything.
Her orgasm clenched my enormous shaft and when I could not longer hold back, I exploded inside her.
All I could do after my release was hold her to my chest. Hold her until she fell asleep in my arms. She would feel differently in the morning.
“I need to take a shower.” She broke the spell I was under. I was still feeling the vibrations from my own orgasm.
“Mac, sweetheart?” I was confused until I stared into her ice blue eyes. There was no desire, no wanting; for her it was sex.
She walked to the bathroom, closed the door and I heard her turn the lock.
I threw the bed sheet to the side. I wasn't leaving until she talked to me.
I knocked on the bathroom door. “Mac, sweetheart, talk to me.” I was met with silence. “Mac, talk to me, say something. Mac, say something.” I kept my voice calm. Yelling was not going to accomplish anything.
I hear the lock click. She opened the door, her ice blue eyes boring through me.
“I wish I didn’t love you.” She closed the door and turned the lock.
That was it, we were done. I did everything I knew and it wasn't enough. She treated me like the whore I was, like the whore I made her feel like.
It was only sex, it meant nothing to her.
I was disgusted with myself. I turned her into the whore I was. Nothing I could do would ever be enough. Nothing I could say would make all this go away.
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