His lips thinned. “Then why did you say you would think about it?”
Because everything was so good. Because I was happy and at peace for the first time in my life. Because I was afraid if I said yes it would all crumble apart.
“Because I was an idiot. Yes, Edgar Mimir, I would love to spend the rest of my life with you. Because I love that little Lucy is half you, but half of you just isn’t enough. I also need all of you, always.”
Edgar put little Lucy down in the bassinet before coming over to me. He leaned down to kiss me. It was sweet and loving and exactly what I needed.
“You’re tired now, aren’t you?”
“I just poured my heart out saying I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, and you tell me I’m tired?”
“I love you, Evaleen, but you get mushy when you’re tired. Sleep. You had a big day giving us this beautiful baby. And when you wake up, we will still be here and I will only love you more.”
EPILOGUE
Edgar
5 Years Later
Love was the key for life.
But it wasn’t my heart that made me realize how wonderful and awe-inspiring love could be, it was my mind.
My heart pumped the blood that enriched my mind to clearly see how lucky I was to find someone that challenged me, fought me, made me laugh, and with only a twinkle in her eyes gave me the most pleasure I could imagine.
I was willing to use my body to protect her and in turn, she used her body to create the best of us, our daughter.
“How is Lam? Is she almost ready?” Evaleen’s back was to me as she put the final touches using our bathroom mirror for the special night.
“Almost, but I think there’s time until . . .” My words trailed off as I placed my hand on my wife’s firm ass. It was a daily ritual. I felt my day was not complete unless I fondled her cheeks. Maybe even slapped them a few times.
She turned to face me, putting down her mascara wand on the marble counter. “Edgar, please remove your Thor hand from my ass. I need to finish getting ready before the villain shows up.”
I placed my hands on either side of her, pinning her back against the counter. “You know what this outfit does to me. It’s like you only break it out to taunt me. Forcing me to act like I don’t want to drag you to bed in ancient Nordic fashion and have my way with you. To make babies number four and five.”
She dug her finger into my chest. Luckily the hard-plastic vest protected me from her fierce pointing ability. “First thing, that isn’t medically possible. Secondly, don’t you even joke about that Edgar. We are already having twins. Don’t jinx it and make it more than that.”
Evaleen was pregnant again and just entered her second trimester. When the doctor realized we were having twins, I had to console Evaleen for days. I was ecstatic but she kept looking at her boobs and mumbling “they won’t ever be the same again.” She eventually understood how lucky we were. But then the doctor told her she might be put on some form of bed rest toward the end of her pregnancy and she lost it again.
Evaleen pushed me away and turned back to the counter. “I can handle three kids. I’ve done enough research to understand that three won’t kill me. At least, I hope.”
“Humankind has survived for over one hundred thousand years raising more than one child at a time. I am sure this won’t kill you. Besides, Tiffany said David would love to babysit. That boy loves kids. I wouldn’t be surprised if he became a teacher one day.”
She nodded but frowned as she tugged at her top. “I don’t know if I can pull this off. I should have gotten something new at the store. My belly is too big for this.”
I reached around and placed my hand over her small baby bump. “It just makes your costume sexier.”
“It’s the original 1970s Wonder Woman, not the more recent movie version. Though I did love the movie.”
“Well, I love this version standing in front of me.” I brushed dark strands of her wig aside and began to nibble on her neck.
She groaned giving me the first sign that she was becoming too weak to resist my kissing power.
“Mom! I need help.” We heard little Lucy yell from her bedroom.
I stepped back to let Evaleen out but called after her, “You may have escaped me this time, princess, but know my hammer is waiting.” I gave a guttural evil villain laugh but Evaleen just shook her head as she walked away.
Turning to the mirror, I puffed out my chest and pushed the plastic Thor vest down as it rose up my neck. Lifting my arms, I made fists. “Yup, still got it.”
I thought back to the years I spent running around with all those women, keeping my distance from Evaleen, and cringed at my foolishness. My brother was right, finding someone to love was better than any hot one-night stand I could have had.
All the sleepless nights I’ve had with little Lucy, and my body becoming some sort of petri dish to every type of flu in existence thanks to daycare and school. Even with all that, I felt like the happiest and luckiest man in the world.
My brother had understood for all those years and tried to tell me, but I wouldn’t listen. Now, I don’t just listen as his partner at Mimir but also as his brother. I understand the true importance of family.
“Dad! I need help,” Lucy barked again.
I knew what the problem was and hoped that for once she would accept one person’s opinion.
Making my way down the hall, I walked into my little girl’s room. Her oak loft style bed had a green vinyl tent curved over the top. Butterflies, stars, and rocket stickers lined the wall around her bed. In the middle of the floor was a green circle rug that both my wife and my daughter stood on glaring at each other.
One of the traits my daughter got from her mother, the stubborn determination.
“Dad, Mom says I should leave the helmet at home. But I can’t be a true god of mischief if I don’t have the helmet.”
“Lam, it’s a little big for you. I think the costume is for an eight-year-old boy,” Evaleen said while lifting the horned helmet.
“I’m Loki. I do not know of this Lam you speak of.” She folded her arms after flicking the tendrils of her black wig from her shoulder.
I blame my brother for teaching Lucy about comics.
I knelt before Lucy. Taking the helmet from Evaleen’s hand and turning it upside down while scratching at my beard. “You know what, Loki? This helmet is a lot bigger than your trick-or-treat basket. I bet it would hold a lot more candy.”
My daughter’s gray eyes rounded and her mouth formed an O. “You’re right, Dad. I would have more candy than everyone.”
I nodded and pointed into the helmet. “See here. The horns are hollow. You can get even more candy down in there.”
She turned and held the plastic helmet up to Evaleen. “Mom, I’m going to use this as my Halloween basket. I can’t wait to show everyone all the candy.”
“Now, Lam.” Lucy frowned at her mother. “I mean, Loki. You can’t have all that candy. You can keep some but the rest we give away.”
“But, Mom! I want to give the candy to all my friends.”
I smiled at how sweet our daughter was. She may be stubborn and demand her way more often than not, but she loved to make people happy. So much so, that she would rather give her candy away to make people smile than eat it.
There were chimes at the door. My daughter began to bounce up and down.
“That’s probably Krieger and Amber. Wait until I show them my Halloween bucket.” She raced off.
I heard voices and knew Evaleen’s mom was down there greeting little Lucy’s friends.
There was a slapping sound and I turned to find my sexy Wonder Woman wife clapping at me.
“Genius, Edgar. I thought I was going to have to spend the entire night making that helmet fit to her head but you fixed it. What would I ever do without the mighty Thor in my life?”
She moved closer and pushed her arms through mine, embracing me. We heard the front door of the house open and close
as the voices disappeared. Ms. Bechmann had volunteered to take Lucy and her friends out trick-or-treating this year. She didn’t live with us anymore, so when she visited she loved to give us a break and spend time with her granddaughter.
Evaleen’s mom had moved in with her boyfriend, Ronald. They had been together five years but Ronald had the same problem I did; he kept asking Ms. Bechmann to marry him and she kept replying she needed more time.
Something about the Bechmann women being hard to tie down.
“I don’t know, princess.”
“Don’t call me princess.”
“But Wonder Woman is a princess.” I skated my finger along her tiara.
“Fine, but she’s the only princess I will ever be.”
I slipped my hand from her waist to grab her ass cheek. She gasped but melted into my chest.
“Oh, Thor, where’s your mighty hammer?”
I stood back and cocked my fist on my hip and with my other hand grabbed my cock. “It’s here, Princess Diana. No one can take my hammer from me.”
Evaleen moved around me and walked to the door, turning just before she left the room. “I could. You know how I love me some hammer.”
We both laughed and I chased her back into our bedroom. Evaleen had already given me more than I could have thought possible. It was time to give my wife what she wanted.
THE END
*****
Thank you for taking the time to read my story about Evaleen and Edgar. I know you have busy lives and it means everything to me that you made time in it to step into their world. I hope you enjoyed it and can take another moment to say a few words about your experience with The Attraction File at Goodreads and/or Amazon.
The next book in the Cake Love series will be One Wild Ride about Aria Dixon. Look for that book coming January 2018. Also, check out the sneak peek of One Wild Ride on the next page.
The final book in the series will be about Tiffany Blackburn. It is yet to be titled but expect to see it in Spring of 2018.
Learn all about the Cake Love books HERE.
ONE WILD RIDE
Do you want a sneak peek at One Wild Ride coming in January 2018? Well, here you go. This is an unedited version.
*****
Aria
“I think I peed myself.” My best friend, Morgana Drake, whispered to me.
It was dark in here. So dark I could barely make out the towering, muscle bound man standing by the door. He wore a hoodie, making him appear even more menacing. Like some thug waiting for a pretty young blonde like myself to take a wrong turn down a dark alley.
Only, we weren’t in an alley. We were somewhere much worse. Somewhere that if my friend Morgana, our other friend who sat with us, Evaleen Bechmann, and I screamed at the top of our lungs no one but this thug and his equally menacing friend would hear. We were in downtown Chicago in the tallest building in the city, where the top floor was the home of the wealthiest resident: A. Hawthorne.
But we were in the basement garage of that building in a tiny room surrounded by cinder blocks and one door. In other words, I should be scared.
I smirked, “Why are you hiding by the door? Afraid I might bite?”
Yeah, I wasn’t frightened.
Growling for added affect, I kept my eyes trained on the hoodie guy by the door.
“Aria.” Morgana whisper-screamed at me.
I started to laugh. We weren’t tied to these chairs. These guys looked tough, but I’ve been around men who were the stuff of nightmares. Hoodie and his friend, buzz cut, looked like boy scouts compared to them.
“What are they going to do to us Morgana? Take us to some warehouse and brainwash us to become assassins and take over the government? Come on.” I snorted and rolled my eyes at my red-headed friend.
“You never answered us. Why are you here with the paintings?” Buzzcut moved forward and into the light. His dirty blond spikes almost disappearing under the harsh light of the hanging lamp.
“That’s none of your business. Why would we tell you anything? We don’t even know your name.” Evaleen’s eyes narrowed as she leaned toward him.
I liked Evaleen. She worked with my roommate Morgana so I have only known her less than two months but she’s tough and loyal. The perfect person to have with us when I decided to infiltrate a wealthy recluse’s home.
Despite her blonde hair always pulled back into a frumpy schoolmarm style and dressing like one too, she had a no-nonsense approach to life that fit in perfectly now.
“It’s Bradley. That’s all you need to know. Now tell me why you were with the delivery of A. Hawthorne’s paintings or I’ll have you all arrested for trespassing.”
Evaleen snorted while I heard Morgana whimper.
I saw hoodie move a little closer. Still unable to see his face I already knew what his eyes looked like. Smoke. His light grey eyes fogged my judgement when I first saw them and for a moment I wanted to kiss him. Just because of his eyes. That’s how amazing they are.
When we first arrived, and got out of the delivery van, hoodie was the one who grabbed me and pulled me into this room.
They thought it odd that three women were helping to deliver some paintings when the actual delivery guy and his assistant were perfectly capable of doing it themselves. At least hoodie and buzzcut weren’t dumb. I knew it was risky to pass ourselves off as part of the delivery team but I had to come here.
When the wealthiest man in the city, if not the country, buys your paintings, you want to shake his hand.
“That’s funny Bradley. Since when is being in a garage trespassing. For all the police know we were just looking for our car. Besides, you two strong armed us ladies into a dark, closed off room. Even if A. Hawthorne can buy off the police to cover this up, I don’t think he can do a thing about us keeping it off social media.” Evaleen smirked.
That’s my girl.
Thugs may have muscles but brains will always win in the end.
Bradley didn’t seem to like what Evaleen had to say. His eyes widened and he turned to walk toward hoodie. They were whispering something. As much as I leaned forward I couldn’t make out their words.
Hoodie finally came into the light and his eyes focused on me. They burned and seemed to brighten the room just enough to cause my heart to take notice. He pulled down his hoodie to reveal thick dark hair that dusted his ears.
And his skin, so smooth and tan that I wondered if he lived in a country full of sun and sand and was forced to the cold, concrete blanketed Chicago as punishment.
“Aria.” His hypnotic eyes held me as much as the deep rumble of his voice as he knelt in front of me.
“Yes?” I said transfixed.
“Why are you here?”
“To meet A. Hawthorne. Those were my paintings he bought. I just want to thank him.”
Why was I telling him all this? Where was my usual flirty snark? His eyes were a dangerous drug. If his eyes had the power to get me to reveal my secrets being held against my will in a dark room, imagine what his hands could do?
My heart stumbled at the thought.
My eyes fell to said hands and I soon found out their power. He placed his palm on my arm. It was light, a friendly touch but it obliterated my resolve. I leaned into it as my breath hitched.
He had to feel that. That heat. That electricity. Or did his eyes protect him from such mortal things?
I gazed into his face and the combination of prickling skin and his searing gaze was almost too much. He sat on his haunches and opened his mouth as if to say something. But nothing came out.
After a moment he rose, letting his hand fall and leaving me desperate for his touch. I suddenly felt the early March air in my bones. It was bitter and unloved.
When I glanced at him the corner of his mouth ticked up, just enough to bring some of that warmth back.
“I think I can make that happen.” He reached a hand toward me to help me up and I took it. At that point, I would hand over my wallet and perhaps my ovaries
, to make him smile.
Bradley reached over to grab his shoulder. He opened his mouth to speak, but hypno-eyes halted him with one look.
Those eyes were weapons. Even Bradley did as those eyes commanded. He shut his mouth and let hypno-eyes lead us out of the room and to a set of elevators.
Once we were all crowded into the elevator, hypno-eyes leaned forward and stared at a mirror. The doors closed and the elevator began to rise.
“Wow. That was cool. Did the elevator just scan your eyes?” Morgana asked.
“Yes. Mr. Hawthorne had his private elevators equipped with the latest security technology.” Bradley said.
“Like James Bond or—” Morgana said before being cut off by Evaleen.
“Or Get Smart.” Evaleen smirked at Bradley, “Let me guess, his shoe is also a phone?”
Hypno-eyes snorted and everyone in the elevator turned with wide eyes.
He shrugged his broad shoulders, “What? It was funny. I love Get Smart.”
The elevator door stopped and the doors opened causing my mouth to drop to floor. We stepped onto grey tiled floors and into a small hall with bright white walls. But it’s what covered those walls that had my eyes melting.
Paintings.
Not my paintings, but master works of art.
Stuff I had only seen in textbooks during my art history class at Northwestern. I stood in front of a colorful piece of oil on a large canvas by Doménikos Theotokópoulos. Or as most people know him, El Greco.
I was only inches from that beautiful piece with fear that my hot breath would wither its beauty but too in awe to move when I felt the warmth from down in the basement return to my arm.
Even hypno-eye’s touch couldn’t break me from the painting’s spell.
“Stunning. How on earth does A. Hawthorne have such a piece? Shouldn’t this be in a museum?”
I finally turned to discover hypno-eyes and I were alone in the hallway. A large dark wood door sat wide open at the end. Everyone left and I hadn’t even noticed.
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