by Tia Siren
It’s Piper though, that’s the difference. Christ, if it did go wrong and she conceived, I would be happy it was her. She was not stupid and would do the right thing. She would also be a great mother. I had no doubts in that department.
You wanted her so bad. Ten fucking years. Evan!!
It’s true. I’d wanted Piper so badly my cock had been thinking for me. My brain had taken a back seat, and I had been guided by my full loins. I’d convinced myself the only way to be with Piper, was taking her as a client and servicing her like all of the others. Those precious moments that I had sought for so long were here. It had all stemmed from the fact she wanted a child. She’d be another single mother who wanted to bring a child into the world with no father.
I wanted to give her everything she had sought by coming to me, the Baby Maker. Then Susan fucking Reynolds had gone and shoved her fucking nose into everything. Somewhere she shouldn’t have ventured into. The situation between Piper and me was personal, not that it should have been. Christ, it should have been purely business. When Susan Reynolds had shown up, it looked like a personal attack on Piper. Because of her stupid outburst, the door to Piper had been slammed very firmly, closed hard into my face.
I had to start again. I wanted to put things right with Piper. There was no way for me to turn up at her place and be led to her bed this time. The approach would have to be entirely different. She wouldn’t let herself slip a second time. Not with me, and not now.
I exited the shower after an extended workout, and the phone rang.
“Hello, Tyler,” I said.
“And a good morning to you. What are you doing?”
Just don’t ask me about the apps. I’m not in the mood.
“I have a quiet day for once,” I said. “Well, not just the day. I have a quiet week ahead, as far as I can see.”
“That’s not like you,” Tyler said, laughing. “You’re always saying client this and client that. I’m surprised you even have time to talk.”
Tyler was right. I had been busy. More than busy, and now it had ground to a halt. Temporarily, I hoped.
“Don’t talk to me about clients,” I snorted. “I’ve had enough of them for the past few days.”
“Why? What happened? I thought they were all good. You have some clients who are giving you grief?”
“Only one client,” I said angrily. “Susan Reynolds. That’s who. Fuck, she really pushed things too far this time. She went way out of bounds.”
“Evan, you tell me nothing. I have no clue who you’re talking about.”
“It’s a long story. Pull up a chair, and I’ll tell you.” I followed my own advice and sat on the couch.
“I’m sitting, and I’m all ears,” he said.
“I had this one client, Susan Reynolds. She fucking signed the contract that all my clients have to sign, but she couldn’t follow the rules. She became clingy and possessive. She tried digging her nails into me when we had sex. She’s a bit of a wild thing.”
I explained all about Susan to Tyler and how close she’d come to voiding her contract from the first session on. She was desperately possessive and looked at our time together as if I was her boy toy. Instead of a guy providing her with a valuable service and getting her pregnant.
“She sounds fun. That’s for sure. Fuck, you should have let her take full advantage of you! That would make a rare change.” Tyler laughed.
“It might sound like fun, but let me tell you, it was a struggle. God, every time she came to see me, she tried to do this or tried to do that. Damn it, it was as if she had read the contract and decided to go outside of what was stipulated on fucking purpose.”
“What happened to her? Did she bite you and damage that precious skin of yours?” Tyler laughed again, signaling that he was joking. I hated it when he fucked around, especially about this.
“Nothing like that. I wish it was something simple like that. I was having dinner with Piper and in walked Susan Reynolds, right out of the blue. She came up to me and started mouthing off at me for postponing on her twice. She was angry. Fucking infuriated. She even said she was someone important and could make business hell for me.”
“Is she mentally stable? She sounds like a crazy bitch to me. Screaming and shouting in a public place. That’s way out of line. Anyone that can snap and do something like that could be crazy.”
“Hell yeah, she even took a swipe at Piper. She said I’d postponed our meeting because of Piper, but Piper is more of a woman than she will ever be.”
“What did you say to the crazy fuck? I hope you laid down the law. Contracts are there for a reason. I hope you told her so.”
“Well, her contract has been voided now. I told her that at the restaurant. She’d gone one step too far. Before that, I thought I could keep her in line, but not after last night.”
“She sounds like trouble. Just watch your back. A woman like that, there’s no telling what she might dream of doing. Especially if she knows you basically turned your back on her.”
“I’m not worried,” I said. “She’s all talk. And she’ll understand what is going on and realize I’m serious. Especially once she has the money returned to her.”
“From the sound of it, there may be more to come from her,” Tyler said, sounding concerned. “And returning her money might just add fuel to the fire. It could make her worse. I’m sorry, Evan. It’s a shitty situation.”
“We’ll just have to wait and see what happens. I have my eye on her. I’m going to keep a close watch on what she’s doing. I’ve invested too much time into this enterprise to let her step on my toes and make things difficult.”
Tyler could be right. Maybe she would cause more trouble. If anyone wanted to really screw with me and make it difficult for business, it had to be Susan Reynolds. If she opened her mouth, she could make my life hell. The whole business could come crashing down.
“So, how’s it going with Piper?” Tyler asked. “She sounds like a decent woman from what little you’ve told me.”
“Everything was going fine until that episode last night. Now I’m not so sure. After Susan showed up, Piper took off and left me at the side of the road, saying she wasn’t going to continue with the whole thing.”
“Piper sounds like a much wiser choice of woman. It sounds like she could do you a world of good. Evan, you could do with a change of pace to your life. You’ve been fucking yourself into early retirement.” Tyler laughed.
“I think I might have screwed that all up last night. Things got awkward after Susan’s outburst. Very fucking awkward.”
Susan Reynolds could hurt the Baby Maker, but Piper could bring the whole thing to a stop. Especially if I let myself get too close. Christ, I’d have to do as she asked and not share her with anyone. Could I do that? I wasn’t sure. There would be clients who needed my help. I couldn’t leave them out in the cold like that. Piper though, seemed worth the risk. But could I survive without Baby Maker being a huge part of my life?
“It sounds like you have a major decision to make, Evan. If this was a computer problem, I could help you. But relationship advice, I’m the last person to ask. Although for what it’s worth, I think you should go after Piper. It’d be stupid to let her slip away from you again. It’s not often you’re handed a chance like this. So, make the most of it.”
Come on Evan. Make a decision. Think this through properly.
As much as I tried to fight it, I knew I had to see Piper again. I had to try again and fix things. I just didn’t want the business to crash and burn because of one woman, no matter who that was. Or did I care if it did?
I took Tyler’s advice. I hung up the phone and decided to see Piper. I missed her like fucking crazy.
Chapter 16
Piper
“Have you seen the car keys, Jules?” I asked.
“I have,” she said. “They’re in my hand.”
I walked out of the bedroom, and a knock sounded at the door to the apartment. I looked at Jules, puzz
led. I opened the door, and Evan stood there like a lost school kid.
I poked my head around the door and whispered, “Fuck, Evan, what now?”
“I couldn’t leave it the way it was,” he replied.
“Well, you picked an excellent time,” I said. “You better come in.”
“Who is it?” Jules called.
I walked into the lounge with Evan closely behind me. Jules looked shocked and bewildered.
“I see,” she said.
“Jules, this is Evan,” I said bashfully. “Evan, this is Jules.”
“You caught us just as we were going out,” I said. “Jules is working on something, and we were about to go shopping.”
I looked at Jules, and she glared at me as if she wanted to scream.
“Can you just wait in the kitchen for a couple of minutes, Evan?” I asked. “I won’t be long.”
“Sure, no problem,” he replied.
I waited for Evan to enter the kitchen and turned back to Jules.
Jules tugged on my sleeve. “That’s Evan, from your sob story?” she asked.
I nodded in confirmation. “Yeah, that’s him,” I replied, smitten again. “We’ve seen each other a couple of times recently.”
“You sly old thing,” Jules said, smiling. “You’ve been holding out on me, big time. And you can give me all the juicy details later.”
I whisper to Jules, “Just go and wait in the car. I’ll be down shortly.”
Jules smiled and winked at me before she left.
Crap! A fun afternoon of shopping and telling her all the tiny details.
Jules closed the door behind her loudly, and Evan exited from the kitchen. He smiled at me like a kid who’d been caught stealing for the second time.
“Jesus, Evan, what are you doing here again? I thought I was clear last night.”
“It was anything but clear. It was that stupid fucking Susan!”
Evan looked into my eyes. I could see he was slightly ashamed. He looked somewhat vacant and unsure of himself, which was very rare for him.
“So, what have you come to tell me this time?” I asked.
“I’m at a standstill, or should I say the business is at a standstill,” he said.
“So?” I asked. “What has that got to do with me? And how do I fit into all that?”
“As it stands, I have no clients apart from you,” he said plainly.
Don’t take any crap from him. Stand your ground girl.
I stood up. “And that’s supposed to make me feel better? Now you have no one, you come running with your tail between your legs?”
“I just want to see more of you, so I can give you more time if you like.”
I huffed. “As opposed to being just scheduled in, I suppose?”
“You seemed fine with the idea before. To go along with the service and fuck an internet stranger senseless, even knowing he had lots of other women.”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“And now you know it’s me,” he said. “It’s changed your entire outlook on the process!”
Piper, just tell him, put him out of his misery.
All my mind and all my body were screaming at me. Come on, tell him. Tell him what you’re really thinking.
I never loved a stranger the way I’ve always loved you.
I wanted to scream, but something held me back. All those other women out there, where does that place me? He’s not a magician that can make all the others vanish or leave me at the top of the pack. They were still there, just waiting to be plucked from the pack when he wanted them. Evan mentioned his work had slowed. Had it slowed to a stop where he could get off? Or was it slow but still moving?
“What happens when there is another like Susan Reynolds?” I snapped.
“There won’t be another,” he replied bluntly.
“How the hell do you know that? God, Evan, you can’t control people that way.”
“I’ll check them even more, make sure none slip through,” he said.
“But they will,” I said angrily. “They always do.”
Evan looked at me. I could see he was trying to believe in himself. His words may be right, but that’s all they are. Words. Actions spoke louder than words, so he needed to take some action and not just talk about it.
“They may not be a psycho nut job, but there will be other clients!” I growled, still pissed.
How can he stop? He said it had slowed. He’ll give you extra time if you want it? He never said he would quit his business. Did he?
The conversation was going nowhere. Evan said he’d ceased operations, albeit temporarily, but could he resist starting up again? I doubted it. These women were like a drug, and he was addicted.
“I’ll deal with all this when it happens, but for now,” Evan said.
Evan pulled me in close to his chest. My body pushed against his, and I melted into his arms. I shouldn’t let myself fall for his advances; he was just forcing himself back into my life.
Evan looked soulfully into my eyes, and I gazed back into his.
“I just want to put it all right and correct all my wrongs,” he murmured.
I pushed my hands against his chest. My struggle was all but fruitless.
“Evan, it just won’t—”
He cut me short. “Shush,” he said.
Evan dipped his head and held me in his strong, manly arms. My lips embraced his kiss, and I threw my arms around his waist. We locked our lips and our love for each other flowed. I couldn’t help myself. We embraced each other further.
I could feel my breath being drawn from my body. My breasts pushed against his rigid body, as if he was drawing me into his soul. My resistance had waned, and my defenses had fallen. I found I was unable to fight him anymore, and my body surrendered to his touch.
I had a vision of Jules sat waiting in the car. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him away.
“No, I have to go!” I said.
“See me later,” he replied.
“I can’t, I just can’t,” I murmured.
“I would like to see you later, just come to my house,” he said. His words melted my heart.
“I have no idea where you live.”
“Here, I’ll write it down quickly,” he said.
“I’ll try, but no promises,” I said. I wanted him so bad.
Evan released me from his grip and wrote his address, and I slipped it into my bag.
“I really must be going, Jules is in the car,” I said adamantly.
We left the apartment and Evan went in his own direction. I climbed into the passenger seat. I sat in silence. Jules was looking at me with a smile.
“Here we go then, shopping and gossip,” she said.
“Yay!” I said, trying to act excited.
“Come on then,” Jules pressed. “Tell me all about it.”
I had no intention of telling Jules the whole story. She would find it too hard to comprehend. I would spin half the story, and the vital parts I would just simply omit.
“Where do you want me to begin?” I asked.
“At the beginning, the very beginning,” she replied.
I spent the first fifteen or twenty minutes explaining Evan and I when we were at school. We had been inseparable, like twin flames, as if we were made for one another.
“Yes, I’ve heard all that before,” she said. “The recent stuff. Tell me that.”
“I bumped into him in Gardenia, but I never recognized him, at all,” I said, lying whitely.
“But he recognized you?” Jules asked.
“Of course. How many times does a man date a woman with blue eyes and auburn hair? You do know how rare that is?”
So far, my story was holding its own. It made sense. The circumstances of our meeting had not become an issue.
“Well, in Gardenia, we had a slight disagreement about his situation from years ago. You know, when he dumped me. I walked off and left him there.”
“But, I thought you were madly in l
ove with him?” Jules asked.
“Do you want to hear this story or not?” I asked bluntly.
Jules nodded for me to proceed and gestured as if to zip her lips.
“He later came to the apartment because he wanted to apologize to me for the lunch date,” I said.
“Did you? You know, did you do the business?” Jules asked.
“Hang on, it’s not all about the sex,” I replied.
Jules always managed to make everything about sex. She always wanted to know if sex was involved.
You spend too much time painting young girl!
“Actually, he was in the doorway of the apartment for a while, and I chatted over the security chain before I let him in,” I said.
“I would have dragged him in and thrown him on the bed. Wow, he is gorgeous, you never said he was that good looking.”
“I thought that would have been obvious all the times I told you the sob story,” I said giggling.
I thought artists had a good imagination… and interpretation skills?
“Well, once in the apartment, we chatted for a while on the couch,” I explained.
“Ah, so he banged you on the couch, did he?” Jules asked laughing.
“No! Don’t be so crude.”
I had thought of fucking him on the couch. I just thought the bedroom made more sense.
“At the end of our chat, I stood and held my hand out. Then he took it, and I led him to the bedroom.”
“So, you had a fuck, after ten years of being apart?” Jules asked.
“We did, and it was very nice,” I replied.
“So, after that, what happened? I’m sure there is more?”
“He requested to take me to dinner, and I accepted,” I said smiling.
Shall I tell her about Susan Reynolds?
“How sweet,” she said, laughing. “It’s like you’re finally dating.”
“Hang on, it’s not all smooth sailing,” I replied.
“Oh, mystery and suspense. He’s married?”
“No, of course not, he never got over me, I don’t think.”
I was sure this was what Evan had tried to tell me. That he had never gotten over me. He was either trying to convince me or he wanted to convince himself of something.