Love Accidental (A Romance Compilation)

by Tia Siren

  “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 love 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.

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p; “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.

  “As I was saying, we were at dinner, and then this real fucking crazy bitch came up and went off on him,” I explained.

  “Girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend?” Jules asked, pulling into the parking lot of the mall.

  “It was just someone who he’d been involved with. No one special.”

  “I bet that was fun to watch!” Jules said, smirking.

  “I was in the fucking middle of it, and it felt damn awkward. Not the best of situation to find yourself in.”

  “It could be a blessing in disguise,” Jules said.

  Jules found a parking space, turned in, and stopped the car. I turned to Jules. She unfastened her seat belt and faced me.

  “So, explain yourself! Now, why could all of this mess be a blessing in disguise?”

  What wisdom is Jules going to share with you this time?

  “Have you not realized? I thought it was plainly obvious.” Jules was smiling.

  “No, there is nothing obvious,” I said.

  “Maybe you’ve found the father of the beautiful child you want to have,” Jules said grinning.

  Oh, dear God. Have I?

  Chapter 17

  Evan

  I looked out the expansive window of the lounge and sipped on my large glass of whiskey. I watched as the headlights of Piper’s car slowly made their way through the trees toward the house.

  She stepped from her car. Her neck craned up to look at the roof, then left to right. She looked at me through the window and held her arms out to symbolize it was a large house. I grinned and walked to the door to meet her.

  I opened the large oak door and there stood Piper.

  “Fucking hell, this place is huge,” she said.

  I grinned at her coarse language. “Home sweet home,” I said. “Come on in.”

  Piper moved into the large reception hall and turned in every direction.

  “Please tell me that your Baby Maker enterprise didn’t pay for all of this?” she asked.

  “Not at all,” I said. “I told you. I’ve never made a penny from that venture. This comes from my other business.”

  “Geez, look at all these old paintings,” Piper said, impressed. “Are all these your family?”

  “Generations of them, yes,” I replied.

  “Why is there an empty space here?” Piper asked. “I can see something used to hang here.”

  “That was where my greedy uncle used to hang,” I answered. “He was the one who tried to get his hands on all of this.”

  “Ah, a bit of a black sheep,” she said.

  “Nah, just a greedy asshole. He doesn’t deserve to hang beside the rest of the family.”

  She looked around with a critical eye. “I could do wonders with my designing in here, you know? I wouldn’t charge you much.” Piper laughed.

  “Maybe one day,” I replied.

  “What is this other venture you have?” she asked. “The one that paid for this place?”

  We walked into the large living room. The log fire was crackling away in the stone hearth.

  “Jesus, that is cool,” she said. “So romantic.”

  “Here you go,” I said, handing her my phone. “This is where all of this came from.”

  “Phones?” she asked.

  “No, look at the app on the display,” I said.

  “Fit4Life?” Piper asked.

  “That’s one of them,” I explained. “There’s a whole suite of them, but that is the crème de la crème of fitness apps.”

  “I have Mom watch,” she said. “I use it for the ovulation calendar.”

  I smiled. “Another one of mine,” I said.

  “So how do you make so much money off these apps?” Piper asked. “I mean, they don’t cost much to download.”

  “Four bucks a pop,” I said. “Or fifteen for the full suite. Multiplied by say ten or twenty million downloads. It adds up.”

  “Wow, that’s obscene,” Piper said. “And then you have all those accessories?”

  “Yeah, and it just keeps growing,” I said.

  Piper walked towards the log fire and sat on the sofa. I poured her a drink and sat beside her.

  “I want to start fresh,” I said, handing her the drink. “A new beginning.”

  Piper took the glass and placed it on the coffee table.

  “I agree with you. We have enough history between us. I’ve thought of nothing else all day.”

  Piper explained how everything would have been different if I had been a stranger. But I wasn’t. Our history had pulled us together and also pushed us apart.

  “I’m willing to do it your way,” I said. “Whatever you say. You’re in control.”

  “Pile the pressure on me, why don’t you!” she giggled. She also covered her mouth, like the school girl I remembered used to.

  “It’s the only way,” I said. “You’re the one person I trust to make the right choices.”

  She nodded. “It might work. I have no biases about anything between us. So, I’ll try and come up with the best solution.”

  I explained myself to Piper. Her presence already made me feel different. She made me less defensive generally, and all the rules I’d spent years enforcing meant nothing. I willingly broke every single one of these rules one by one because of her.

  “I must say though, you’re the first person I’ve ever brought to this house. And you’re the only woman I’ve ever been with that hasn’t been under any form of agreement or contract.”

  Piper laughed. “I feel special, now you’ve told me that.”

  “You should,” I said. “Ten years and things are finally changing.”

  “Maybe you should be careful, you know,” she said, laughing.

  “Why?” I asked.

  “You could be creating little Evans, soon,” she said.

  “Yes!” I replied.

  I’d thought about this, and it was the original reason I had created the contracts in the first place. Heirs to all of this had not been an intention of mine. Ever.

  “Tell me, Evan, why don’t you want children?” she asked. “You know, someone to carry on your name?”

  “I did, once,” I replied.

  “Well, what happened?” she asked.

  “It was a dream that ended quite a few years ago,” I explained.

  I bowed my head as I remembered exactly the day when the dream of mine died.

  “When was that?” she asked, leaning forward, waiting for my answer.

  I raised my head and looked deeply into her eyes. I spoke slowly and softly. “It died the day I found out you were engaged,” I said sadly.

  Piper inched her way closer to me on the sofa and threw her arms around me. She nuzzled her head against my chest and looked up into my eyes. I lowered my head and kissed Piper passionately.

  Intense passion flowed between us again. I stroked Piper’s cheek and brushed her hair from her shoulder. Our embrace heated up, and we began to explore each other again in a n
ew, fresh start.

  Piper took hold of my shirt buttons and began to pop them open them one by one. I placed my hands on her hips and slowly lifted her shirt over her head. I rubbed my hands over her bra, and she sighed contentedly. I felt the warmth of her breasts and her nipples. They slowly hardened with my touch. I slipped off my shirt, and she sighed with anticipation. The flickering flames danced over my tanned body.

  I held out my hand to Piper. She took hold of me, and I led her to the rug in the center of the room. The one in front of the log fire. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer. The warmth of her body spread against me. I slowly pulled the zipper of her skirt down. I slipped her skirt to the floor, and she stood there like a goddess. It was more than perfect. The golden glow of the fire embraced the curves of her body and caught the glint in her eyes.

  I placed my hands on her shoulders and ran my fingers down her arm. Piper pulled at the buckle on my belt and loosened my pants. Piper pulled my pants to the floor, and I felt myself becoming aroused. The flames flickered and danced over our bodies. The fiery embers warmed our skin. Piper fumbled with the clasp of her bra and released her breasts. I cupped her and ran her nipples between my fingers. Then she slid her fingers inside the elastic of my shorts.

  God, yes.

  Piper held her body close to mine as she lowered herself to the floor. I stepped from my shorts, and her hair brushed against my semi-erect cock. I stepped from them and Piper took hold of my balls and softly caressed me. Her hand was warm and sexy. I brushed the hair from her face, and her eyes sparkled from the fire. She was my goddess. Piper slowly moved her hand from my balls and wrapped her warm fingers around the base of my shaft. She squeezed my cock tight, and I could feel myself becoming hard.

  Piper’s tongue teased the end of my cock. It was heavenly. Piper slid my cock slowly into her mouth. I ran my fingers through her hair and pulled at the roots. I grabbed a handful and pushed her head harder into my lap, spurring her on. My hips pushed forward, and I ignited.

  I wanted to taste Piper’s moist pussy. I lifted her, and she stood before me. She smiled and bit her bottom lip. Then she slipped from her white panties. I laid her down in the softness of the sheepskin rug that filled the width of the stone hearth. I grabbed a cushion from the couch and placed it under Piper’s head. She put her feet on the floor, her legs spread open for me. The fire cast its warmth over our naked bodies. We writhed around on the floor.