MY BODY IS beaming from the inside out. I was doubtful I would be able to keep a good pace because of my ankle, but besides a little discomfort now that we’ve finished, I feel great. Still trying to catch my breath, we reach my car and I turn to face Matt. He surprises me by urging my body against my car, my ass meeting the metal of the hood as he leans my body to lie upon it. Pushing his body between my legs, our bodies meet as his lips descend down onto mine. My senses are awakened and I’m already hungry for him. Matt’s kisses will be one of the most cherished acts I will miss of him when we’re apart. I always feel as if I can never get enough of them, yet I’m going to have to live without them.
As he bears his weight on me, I can feel the muscles of his body and my hands automatically grab at his waist, pulling him closer as I grind myself against his hips. He leaves me breathless when he ends the kiss to trail his lips down my chin. “Hmmm, you taste salty,” he mumbles against my throat. His warm breath sends a chill down my body, making me shiver from excitement. “I’m stinky and sweaty,” I correct him as I remember how hard I pushed myself during our run tonight.
He moans against my skin. “You’re tasty and I’m hungry,” he clarifies as he nips on my neck, causing me to moan. Leaning my head back to allow him to further torment me, the grip of my hands tightens to keep me under control. In return, his hands grip at my thighs as he grinds into me, his hardened erection telling me he wants me as well.
My eyes find the twinkling stars above my head and Matt’s hands start tugging at my shorts. My head snaps up in shock to look at him. “Wait. We’re not going to have sex out here, are we?” I frantically ask, looking around at our surroundings.
Although we’re alone in the public park, the last thing I want is some stranger pulling up as Matt is making me scream his name.
Ignoring me, he continues disrobing me of my shorts, leaving me naked from the waist down. It’s the answer I need to know that we are going to have sex out here. My only protest for him as he enters me is, “Why on my car? You’ve never offered to fuck me on your car,” I breathlessly declare as he rocks his hips in and out of me.
Stopping, he looks at me. “First of all, beautiful, I’ve never fucked you,” he replies before resuming the rocking of his hips. “Second of all, I’ve never considered fucking anyone in or out of my car but you,” he softly growls into my ear, his voice sounding strained as he continues to thrust in me. “But, I’d much rather get your juices all over your car, than mine,” he huskily adds before biting down on my earlobe. It’s what throws me over the edge to scream his name, making those said juices he just mentioned to drip from between my legs.
His speed increases, our moaning getting louder with time from the multiple orgasms he gives me under the moonlight, until he finds his own, leaving me breathless and sated in his arms. Wrapping me in his arms, I slump against his body. I can feel the panting of his breaths against my chest as his lips continue to kiss their way along my skin. Eventually when we do pull apart, he places his forehead against mine. “I love you, beautiful,” he whispers, his words conveying every ounce of love I feel for him. “I love you, too,” I whisper back.
Closing my eyes to savor the moment, I know I’ll need it to hold me over for the next two months.
I WAKE UP dreading to open my eyes. Instead I tighten my hold on my pillow, inhaling Matt’s unique scent, knowing the next time I wake up it won’t be in his arms. I’m exhausted from barely getting any rest, but my night with Matt’s constant lovemaking is worth it. Time will only tell when will be the next time I will be able to wake up in Matt’s arms.
I finally climb out of bed to begin packing. I’d purposely left it until last minute, dreading the thought of having my packed bags sitting around to remind me that I had to leave. As I’m closing the last of my luggage, I take one last glance around the room to make sure I have everything. It’s when I run my hand down my arm I realize I’m not wearing my bracelet and I step towards my nightstand where I usually leave it to find it missing. I panic as I turn in every direction I can search, still not finding it. My heart has dropped to the pit of my stomach, fearful I won’t find it in time. Dropping to my knees, I begin looking under the bed, still disappointed when I find an empty floor.
“I’m really going to miss this view,” I hear Matt’s husky voice say from the doorway. My tears have fully obstructed my vision at this point and I can barely make him out when I turn to face him. Sitting back on my knees, I wipe my nose with the back of my hand as a sniffle escapes my lips. “What’s wrong, beautiful?” Matt asks, looking just as worried as he kneels at my side.
“I can’t find my bracelet,” I whimper out, attempting to contain my tears.
Pulling my head to his chest, he kisses me on the temple as I feel him chuckle. “I’m sorry, I tried to get it back to you without noticing it was gone. I guess I failed.”
Confused, I feel him move and within seconds my bracelet is sparkling in my view. “I took it to the jeweler’s to have something added,” he says in a whisper.
Relieved, I breathe again. Looking down at it as he wraps it around my wrist, he maneuvers it so I see two new charms facing up in my direction. It’s a key, along with a sparkling diamond encrusted heart. Brushing my finger against it, I hear him say, “This heart represents my own, and the key is you.”
“The key to your heart,” I whisper back to him.
“Yes.”
The tears I was desperately trying to contain are now falling from my eyes as I kiss him. “Thank you,” I say against his lips as I grip his head in my hands, not wanting to let him go.
I soon hear Julio’s unique knock on the bedroom door, notifying us it’s time for me to leave. Since Matt had classes today, he had briefly come home in between them to see me off. It’s why I scheduled the hired car to arrive at a specific time. We had a small window of time to say goodbye to one another, leaving us with a window of fifteen minutes together before I had to leave. I hated that we had such a small amount of time to say goodbye, but I was grateful we had the opportunity.
I made sure to say my goodbyes to Kelly and David last night, and Trey this morning. I could not handle the thought of all of them hovering around as my car drove off. The guilt of seeing their faces as my car drove off was unbearable.
Gradually standing with Matt, I feel better as I take the final glance around my room, my eyes locking onto my drawer in the dresser making my heart sink as I remember what it contains. I haven’t taken the box out since the day Matt gave it to me and I had safely tucked it into my drawer Christmas morning.
Today was still not that day.
Walking at Matt’s side to the living room, I watch as the hired driver takes the last of my luggage out of the house and we slowly follow him out to the side of the car.
“It won’t be too long before I see you again,” Matt says into my hair as we’re wrapped in each other’s arms. Nodding my head in agreement, I tuck my head into his neck, taking in his scent, trying to engrave it into my mind.
My heart is still lodged in the pit of my stomach knowing I have to climb into the car. With his arms still wrapped around me, I feel him look over to Julio. “You’ve got all the paperwork you need for your gun?” he asks.
As much as I hate the idea of Julio carrying a gun near me, I’ve finally come to accept the idea that he needs it for my protection. My one rule was he never takes it out in front of me unless he had to. The less I was reminded of him having it, the better I was about allowing him to carry it. I kiss Matt one more time, holding back the tears threatening to escape. I told myself I wouldn’t cry. I didn’t want to remember crying in front of Matt as I left.
“Take care of Lola for me?” I ask.
With a hint of laughter in his eyes, his lips curve up to one side. “I’ll make sure to keep the bats away from her,” he teases. Shoving at his shoulder, I lightly laugh with him. “She’s safe with me. I promise.”
“I love you,” I say with trembling lips.
“Can I have your phone for a moment?” he request, holding out his hand. Handing it over to him, I see him tap at the screen, already knowing he’s changing the ring tone. He hands it back to me, saying, “I'm going to call you when you drive away. Don't answer it. Just listen," he says down to me as I contain the tears still threatening to fall.
“Abigail, we have to go if you want to make your flight on time,” Julio says at our side, reminding me why I’m saying goodbye. Kissing me one last time, Matt helps me into the car before taking one last glance at Julio as he climbs in after me. “You take care of her,” he demands. With a stern nod, I watch him climb into the car and we drive away. Matt stands on the curb watching us drive away, even through the darkened tint of the window and the distance growing between us, our eyes are still locked onto each other’s. My heart is completely shattered knowing I’m leaving. The farther we drive away from the house, the heavier it feels. I can no longer see Matt’s silhouette and somehow I feel as I’ve left him behind, forever. My heart feels as if it was left behind with him and all I have is a blackened hollow inside my chest.
My phone starts to sing the lyrics of All of Me. I’m not strong enough anymore. The tears are freely falling now as I do as Matt has instructed and listen to the words.
With every teardrop that falls, I have to force myself to breathe, but it’s harder when all I want to do it succumb to the pain. Leaning my head back on the seat, I close my eyes and picture his face, holding onto the memory of his smile. It’s the only thing I have left of him now. A memory I’ll hold onto to forever.
“FUCKING BITCH!” I scream in a fit of rage, hand slamming down on my desk as I take another glance at the article, the fury inside of me uncontrollable. I never expected Abigail to land one of the most prestigious deals of the year without me—the kind of deal I would have locked down had she been under my control.
Would have… A fact I was still infuriated with myself about. Because of her I was now cowardly hiding and running low on funds, the latter caused mostly by Susan’s extravagant spending throughout our affair, which was finally over. I couldn’t take it anymore. I’m not used to living this way and I would not have to had Abigail not been clever enough to transfer her funds to God knows where.
I underestimated her.
I never once thought Abigail would be smart enough to consider it, but I’m not stupid, either. I knew that little boy toy of hers had something to do with it, but there is nothing I can do about it without getting caught by the authorities. No, I had to continue laying low until the time was right… Which was soon.
Picking up the phone, I dial the only other person who could manage to get a deal this important for Abigail, but if I find out he is helping her without my knowledge, I may just have to hurt him as well.
“Evan Warren,” he answers.
“Evan, Bill speaking,” I curtly deliver. “I want to know if you’ve been in contact with Abigail Adams,” I say, getting directly to the point.
I hear a chuckle on the other end. “Why am I not surprised that you’re calling me?”
“Answer the fucking question,” I demand.
“Yes, I have,” Evan, answers.
“When?” The fury inside has risen to a murderous level. “And why didn’t you tell me!”
“It was a couple of days ago and she flatly refused. I wanted to test the theory of amnesia rumor floating around. She isn’t fucking around. She truly had no clue who I was.”
Interest piqued, I ask, “She didn’t jump on your offer?”
“No. Rumor has it she’s still a free agent and refusing to sign with anyone. She’s pulling in her own jobs.”
I’m surprised. The Abigail I knew was always looking for the fastest way to climb the career ladder. There is no possible way Abigail would be working alone. There has to be someone behind her, I think as my mind drifts to the boy she’s been living with. I already know from a little digging around that he was the reason why she got her initial job.
“Are you sure?” I ask again, still feeling doubtful of his answer.
Sounding serious, he says, “I know what you’re thinking man, but I’m surprised myself.” My hand on the phone tightens and I can no longer control my anger as I pound the desk with my fist again.
“Look, man, a little word of advice. I’d stay away. You’re in enough trouble as it is with the shit you pulled with her.”
“Fuck you,” I growl into the phone.
Evan chuckles at my response. “Let me see what I can find out and I’ll get back to you. Just keep laying low or else you can say goodbye to your career.”
Feeling my temper beginning to calm, I reply, “Thanks, Evan.”
“No problem. What are brothers for?”
Ending the phone call, I stare off into the distance as my anger slowly subsides, the reminder of what I have succumbed to because of Abigail Adams keeps a small part of it banked.
Why couldn’t she just fucking die that night? I should have fucking pulled the plug on her in the hospital and finished her off completely.
“You’re going to regret the day you fucking messed with me, Abigail,” I snarl to myself. “This time I’m going to make sure you die.”
To be continued in Matt and Abigail’s story... Unspoken Endings.
To my husband and children. Thank you for putting up with my grouchy attitude through this journey, it was a tough one, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. You stood by me during the frustration of and I love you so much for that. To my mom, Rosa, who I love more than words can ever express. You helped me discover my passion for reading, which led to writing and has never let me give up. I love you dearly, mommy.
To my crazy girls in my blue box, although you distracted me enough through this journey, I still love you at the end of the night and at the beginning of the day. Yamara and Cezanne, you should have looked in the front first.
To my editor, Edee M. Fallon aka my “Heroine.” She always has the best advice, day or night. Wendie Lynn Williams from Sweet Book Swag for always sending me presents to cheer up my day. You make the best swag. To Matt’s Beautiful girls: Thank you for all your support and helping me believe this story is worth writing. To my beta group who helped guide me in the right direction; Yamara Martinez, Cezanne Dilbert, Juliana Cabrera, Colette Noak, Tara Bersano, Janett Gomez, Lynsey Sabin, Jennifer Weeks and Keri Greear.
Sarah Hansen, from Okay Creations, without a doubt you’ve made my stories come to life with your awesome covers. You always know how to amaze me.
To EMI Music Publishing industry for allowing to me to use the lyrics to ‘Angel’, without it, my story would have not been so musical.
Last, but not least, to all the readers, and bloggers who took the time to read Unspoken Promises. Without you I wouldn’t have a reason to write. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Gabbie is a Southern California native, who lives with her wonderful husband, two amazing kids and a senior citizen kitty. When she’s not writing you can find her reading or sneaking off for a run. Some might say it’s a crazy life, but she wouldn’t change anything about it.
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