by Olivia Harp
Their ragged breaths were the only thing they could hear. This hadn’t been just sex.
This was a glimpse of true happiness. This was how two people meant to be together felt when they made love.
He locked eyes with her, none of them able to believe what just happened.
A hint of a smile appeared on his lips, and she knew that she would be his forever.
“Are you really the son of Ed Morgan?”
“Yes,” he said.
They began standing up, gathering themselves in silence.
“We can’t be together, you know that, right?”
It took him a while to answer.
“Are you sure of that?”
“It’s too dangerous.”
“Let’s run away, then.”
She smiled.
“They’ll find us, you know that.”
They walked outside the trees. The walkway was still deserted. The sax player had finished his piece. It was getting late.
“So this is it, we’re not seeing each other again?”
Her heart sank, she didn’t want to say it.
“Just until our next life.”
“I don’t know if I can wait that long.”
“We’ll have to try.”
He sighed. She told him no twice now. He was a gentleman, so he nodded.
“Can I drive you home?”
She took his hand and walked back to the gallery.
She already knew the answer, but hoped against hope that she would change her mind. The drive would be too painful… but they would get to be together a little longer.
Sadness began to overcome her. This was the first time she’d ever felt like this. Totally attracted to a man, it’s too risky. Her father would kill him if he found out.
She turned to him, thinking this could have been the love of her life.
But it wasn’t. There’s no justice in the world, after all.
She kept staring at him, unable to look away, a lump gathering in her throat.
Maybe in our next life…
Chapter 14
Remy
Remy kept working on the spreadsheet. The numbers didn’t match yet. He’d been working on it all day. He’d been too distracted.
His mind kept thinking of a way to fix this mess.
Not the work related one, of course.
Her.
It had been three days since he last saw her.
He kept subconsciously gritting his teeth. He hadn’t done that in years, and now, here it was again. He stopped, took a deep breath, and kept on working. Too much stress.
The landline telephone rang. It was an old piece, its ringer loud and annoying.
“Remy Morgan here.”
“Hey, little brother, how are things going?”
His brother sounded strange. Besides, he never called him. Not at the office at least.
“Things are good. What’s up?”
“You’re not tired of that cramped office?”
He twisted his mouth. Yeah, it wasn’t the biggest office in the world, but it was more than enough for what he needed. The big windows looked east, giving him an awesome view of Lake Michigan, the shipping docks and a good portion of the operation. All in all, it was a perfect place to work, away from the bullshit, away from everyone.
“I hate working anywhere else,” he said sharply.
“If you say so, bro.”
“So, what’s up? You never call me here.”
“Just wanted to say sorry, little brother. I might have said shit I didn’t mean the other day.”
This took him by surprise, Conner was a more curt man, but it was appreciated.
“Thank you.”
“You’re a man, not a little kid, sometimes I forget that. You’ve been doing a good job. I’m glad you’re on our side.”
“Whose side would I be?”
Conner laughed, “Yeah.”
“Yeah,” Remy repeated.
“When father is gone, you and I will have to move forward with the organization. I want to have a good relationship with you.”
“Still a long time for that to happen.”
“But still, we can’t be arguing like idiots. I respect you bro, that’s all I wanted to say, you’ve always done the right thing.”
He looked out the window, the sun was going down the horizon.
He had to do the right thing.
“Thank you Conner, we need to get together more often.”
“Too true, man, too true. Anyway, enough with the sentimentality. Don’t tell anyone I called you, I have a reputation to maintain.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you grew a vagina.”
Conner laughed, “watch your mouth little brother, I can still kick your ass if I want to.”
“You can try, for sure.”
They shared a laugh and he understood that things would be okay. He just had to do the right thing.
***
“Are you ready?”
Mark waited for him outside his office. Oh shit. It was Thursday, he forgot they agreed on going for a couple of beers after work.
Mark immediately saw something was up.
“Jesus, man, don’t tell me you’re backing out.”
“I don’t think I’ll be able to go, man.”
“You’re bailing on me?”
“Yeah, sorry, I owe you one.”
“Dude, you could have told me before I drove all the way up here.”
“My bad. Something just came up.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Sure, why?”
“You look like you were run over by a train.”
Remy looked down, then he realized. Mark was right. He was too tense. It was his own fault.
Mark’s cell phone rang, he read a text, then smiled and texted back.
“Another fling?”
Mark locked eyes with him, but didn’t reply immediately.
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“It’s Nina, remember her? We’ve been… hanging out together. She’s nice.”
“Oh, she’s nice, right?” Remy teased, “she’s not hot, or a good lay, or—”
“Stop it man.”
“Holy shit,” Remy said, unable to hide his surprise, “you fell for that.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You usually just think of them as friends, but if you don’t like anyone else saying she’s hot…”
“Well, she’s a friend, I—”
“I get it. You’re in love.”
Mark laughed. It wasn’t a real laugh, but a mix of nervousness and pretending he just heard the stupidest thing ever.
“Fuck you, man.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell.”
“What about that girl? Nina’s friend, what was her name?”
“Julie.”
“You didn’t talk to her after that night?”
“I did.”
Mark narrowed his eyes.
“So?”
“So, nothing. I’m seeing her tonight.”
That wasn’t a lie. He hadn’t planned to, he was supposed to step back and forget about her. Too bad, he couldn’t bear to be away from her another day.
“That’s why you’re bailing on me?”
“Sorry brah,” he said, raising his hands, “I owe you one.”
Mark had to understand. This was the girl for him. And he would not let her go that easily.
Chapter 15
Remy
They’d agreed on blocking each other from their text app, their contacts, everything. They did it before kissing each other good-bye.
But this wasn’t him reaching out to her digitally.
He drove straight to her house. He couldn’t wait any longer. She lived on the suburbs, on a two-floor house with a small backyard.
He stood across the street from it, his heart beating hard in his chest.
Fuck i
t.
He walked to the door and rang the doorbell. No answer. He rang it again but still no one replied. Then he did it for a third time, he couldn’t hear it inside. Maybe it didn’t work.
Or maybe she isn’t home.
No problem, he knocked on the door.
“Julie?”
No reply. He knocked again, and no one answered. Shit.
He was so excited to meet her that he didn’t even think she might not be around.
A soft hum reached him, music. It came from the back of the house. He smiled, she was home.
He was trespassing but he didn’t care. He was eager to see her again.
A small white fence surrounded the house. The music got louder and louder as he walked to the backyard, it was dark, but he saw a room on the second floor with the lights on.
His stomach tightened when he saw her outline walk past the big double window. It had a small balcony filled with flowerpots and a climbing plant covering almost the whole back of the house.
The curtains were closed, but they had a small slit where he saw her moving again. He could easily recognize her, humming along with the music.
He smiled, she looked so free, without a worry in the world.
“Julie!” He called again, but the only reply was a dog barking from the house behind hers.
Damn it.
“Julie!” He called a bit louder.
She was right there, standing on the far side of her room, moving slowly, as if she was combing her hair.
She’d planted rose bushes on the far edge of the garden, to hide the fence and block the neighbors view, apparently. He found a few pebbles and got ready for plan B.
“Julie Crawford!” He cried again, and threw one right in the middle of her window.
She seemed to stop, but then continued with whatever she was doing.
“My gosh, this is harder than I thought.”
He called her again and threw another pebble, this time a bit harder, she turned to the window, then he threw another one.
She rushed to the big window and opened it, drawing the curtains away. She wore a pink robe, looking out, trying to find out what was happening.
What a Goddess.
“Julie! Down here,” he spoke, making her jump back in fear.
“It’s me—”
She narrowed her eyes and finally saw him in the darkness.
“Remy? What are you doing here?”
“Your doorbell isn’t working.”
She didn’t understand at first.
“I had to see you. I couldn’t wait any longer.”
She suppressed a smile.
“But what about—”
“We’ll make it work.”
She smiled again.
“You’re crazy.”
“Yes,” he said, “thank you for that.”
Her cellphone rang. She turned to find it but someone honked their car on the front of the house. Her face changed completely, her eyes widening, color draining from her face.
“Listen, you need to go.”
What’s happening?
“You need to go now, Remy, before—”
“Julie?” A woman said, knocking on her front door.
Julie gasped.
“They’re here.”
Another knock on the door, she turned and grabbed her phone, disconnecting it from the sound system.
“Yes? Oh, okay. Yes. You’re here early… Okay… Okay.”
“Jules,” the woman yelled louder, “mom’s here, are you going to open the door?”
“My parents came for dinner,” she said, her voice full of fear, “you need to—”
“Julie!” Her mom yelled.
“I’m coming mom! Wait a bit!”
Fuck. He needed to go.
He looked out front hiding as well as he could, a big Lexus was parking on the curve. Bodyguards already on the sidewalk, waiting to open the door.
He turned to Julie and she understood what was happening without her even needing to say it.
“They were supposed to be here in an hour!”
“No problem,” he said, walking toward the fence on the back, “I’m just going to—”
“No!” She said, but it was too late, the neighbor’s dog barked like crazy.
“Julie?” Her mom said again, her voice now tinged with worry.
“Remy, hide!” She said, then yelled, “I’m changing mom, wait two minutes!”
“They’re going to check the backyard,” Remy said, “move back.”
He stepped on a windowsill on the first floor, then jumped to the balcony, pulling himself up from there.
“Duck!” Julie whispered just in time for her parent’s bodyguards to miss him.
“Hi, guys!” She said, feigning innocence, a couple of men dressed in black checked the back of the house. He’d been right.
“Hi, Miss Jules, we thought we heard something.”
She shrugged, “just that darned dog.”
They nodded.
“Stay here, Morales, let’s make sure it was just that,” one of them said before going to the front.
She walked inside her room Remy following after her on his knees.
They were finally safe.
“Shit. I’m really not too much into crawling,” he said, and she laughed out loud.
“You’re insane!”
He took her in his arms and kissed her. Every second that passed without him doing so had been torture.
“You are absolutely nuts.”
Remy held her tight, kissing her deeply. Her touch, her soft, delicate skin, her laughter. He couldn’t believe how much he needed to see her.
“Julie, open the door!” Her mom called again, tired of waiting.
“I have to go, stay right here.”
She ran downstairs, closing the door behind. Remy heard Julie and her mother talk, then a deeper voice, Charles Crawford.
He couldn’t have picked a worst day to come visit her. It was as if fate tried to push them away from each other.
“Fuck fate,” he said with a smile. He made his own destiny.
He sat on the big, four post bed. The room was decorated retro style, coupled with soft lights, a vanity set, and stacks of books. It looked like controlled chaos.
The soft thud of footsteps coming upstairs reached him, until the door opened suddenly.
“…Yes,” Julie said to her parents, “just let me finish changing.”
She closed the door and leaned against it, breathing out deeply.
“We’re safe,” she said.
“I can’t leave, right?”
“Right. Your own fault for not calling me.”
“We blocked each other, remember?”
She bit her lip.
“We’re adults, why are you so scared—”
“You don’t know my parents.”
He smiled, “I guess I don’t.”
“They still think I’m a virgin, waiting for marriage and all that.”
He laughed.
“Really?”
“Shush! They’ll hear you! And yes, really, is that so hard to believe?”
“Not after what we did last time… or the time before that.”
She blushed, “I’ve never done stuff like that.”
“But you—”
“Yes, I’ve had sex, but that was—”
She raised her eyes to him. He didn’t know how much he missed their light brown beauty. He stood up and walked to her, slowly. She didn’t move, just waited for him to hold her again.
He kissed her softly, quietly. She raised her hand to his cheek and kissed him. He could have left everything behind for that kiss.
This was the right choice. The world made sense when he kissed her. They found each other, and nothing else mattered.
She untied the knot on her robe, still kissing him.
“You should go back,” he said, using almost all of his willpower to speak those words.
“Yes, I should.”
“I’ve been thinking of this since you dropped me off here.”
She didn’t wait for his reply, just licked the length of his shaft and put it in her mouth, her tongue circling his cockhead, driving him crazy.
He shut his mouth and tried to keep quiet, but it was almost impossible.
She kept on sucking him, her hot mouth drenching his rod with saliva, then took it out and licked it from the base to the top. She was going to make him lose his mind.
She grabbed his legs and pulled him closer, having more of him in her mouth. Then jerked him off while licking his thighs, pulling his cock upward, her tongue exploring his sack.
His knees budged, it was too much, her hands drenched in her drool, going up and down, up and down around his cock.
He was about to explode, but held back, he wasn’t going to be done so quickly. Not before her.
Remy tried to step away and bring her up but she held on to his legs.
“You’re not going anywhere,” she said, with an edge to her voice.
Looking down, to his shaft buried in her mouth, her perfect breasts perked up, he knew she was just as kinky as he was, it was as if their minds were connected.
He grabbed her hair and pulled back, unable to hold it any longer, but her hands went up to his cock and jerked him.
“I’m gonna—”
“Give it to me,” she interrupted, and that was it.
He exploded, his seed landed on her tongue, but she pointed his cock down, letting him spray her on her breasts.
The sight of it all made him wild, coming even harder, drenching her with his warm seed.
“Good,” she said, cleaning her mouth, going to the bathroom, “now I can go downstairs.”
She put on lipstick and clothes. He couldn’t articulate a sentence, his whole body wanting her again. She was his, he would not let her go away again.
“It’ll be a while, mister Morgan,” she said, her black, loose pants and shirt making her look beautiful, “I hope you don’t get bored.”
She closed the door and her footsteps echoed in the house. His mind unraveled, still amazed, not believing what just happened.
Chapter 16
Julie
Dinner took forever. Or maybe t didn’t, but it felt like forever.
She couldn’t wait to go upstairs again. And finally the meal was over.