Change of Heart 2

by Scarlett Edwards

  I look back into his magnificent silver-green irises. Is it fair for a man to look so beautiful? I brush my fingers over his forehead, down his jaw, tracing his masculine features. Rich closes his eyes and sighs, savoring my touch.

  I feel tired after the trip here. I can’t imagine how much worse Rich must feel. Unlike me, he’d barely gotten any sleep the night before he left. Besides that, he’s stressing out way more than I am about tomorrow. Obviously because it hits so much closer to home for him.

  “Roll over,” I suggest. “Let me give you a massage.”

  His eyes pop open. He looks surprised for a second, but pleased. He smiles, kisses my hand, and lies on his stomach.

  I stand up to turn off the lights and close the door. “Make yourself comfortable,” I say. I take off my socks and jeans. Rich tugs off his pants and shirt, then scoots under the blanket in only his boxers.

  I climb on top of him. His skin is hot against my thighs. I’ve never done this before, but I imagine most men would enjoy a sexy back rub.

  As my fingers knead into his hard muscles, I give a little sigh of pleasure. Rich feels so good to touch. But all his muscles are so tight. He definitely needs this.

  I work on his neck and shoulders, then slowly make my way down his spine. His breathing deepens and he sighs every few breaths. I can tell he’s enjoying this. I trace my fingers over his old scar, wishing I’d been there when he’d taken it.

  Rich’s muscles relax one by one. His breathing slows, then adopts a measured pattern. I lean forward to look at his face. His eyes are closed, his features calm.

  I smile. He’s fallen asleep.

  I snuggle up next to him beneath the covers. He puts an arm around me and pulls me close.

  “Goodnight, babe,” he whispers to me.

  “Goodnight,” I tell him back.

  Chapter Seven

  Rich and I rent a car the next morning to drive to the penitentiary. His father is in a minimum security prison in a neighboring county.

  Some of Rich’s nervousness about the meeting has returned this morning. It’s rubbing off on me. In my head, I have this image of his father as a big, cold man with a calculating intellect. Almost like a mix of Tam and Victor.

  But then I remember Rich is his son, and Min is his daughter. Maybe he won’t be so bad. After all, Rich and Min must have gotten some qualities from him, and they’re both great.

  After a long drive through flat, wooded land, I see the facility emerge in the distance. I put my hand on Rich’s knee to comfort him. I don’t think he notices.

  We pull up and park. Rich turns the engine off but keeps both hands on the wheel.

  “You don’t have to come in, you know,” he tells me. “You could wait here. A reunion like this might get a little uncomfortable for you.”

  I sniff and open the door. I will not abandon Rich to face his father alone. I start walking toward the building. One of us has to take the lead here.

  Rich catches up to me and takes my hand. “Okay,” he gives in. “We’ll do this together.”

  “As if you expected anything less,” I quip.

  We make our way inside and check in. The security guards do a full pat-down and have us place everything from our pockets into a clear plastic bag for pickup on the way out. We’re ushered to a waiting room.

  A clear sheet of Plexiglass splits the room in two. Desk stations link up on either side of the glass, connected by a telephone-speaker system.

  Rich and I wait. And wait. And wait. We’re the only two visitors here.

  Rich rubs his hands together. Then he sits. Then he stands. He taps one foot on the ground, then crosses his arms, then walks back and forth in front of me.

  I’m unaccustomed to seeing him like this. Even though he’s not always in control emotionally—far from it—I’ve come to rely on him as a pillar of confidence—no matter the situation. He fought Victor without once looking scared. He drove for hours while his leg bled without complaint. He led our escape from Amanda’s house and started a bar fight the same night without looking flustered.

  Now, it’s like all that confidence has drained out of him. He looks uncertain and worried. He looks… like a young boy about to face his disapproving father.

  “Hey.” I catch his hand as he walks by. “Rich, this isn’t like you. I’ve never seen you this nervous.”

  “I haven’t seen him in years, Penny,” he admits.

  “And you’ve grown over those years. The last time you saw your father, you were a boy. Now you’re a man, and from what I know, greater than he is in every way. Don’t forget that.”

  He grunts and spreads his hands. “It’s hard.”

  “Your father does not hold sway over your life any longer, Rich,” I remind him. Then I smile. “If anybody can make that claim, it’s me.”

  Rich looks startled for a moment. He blinks and shakes his head. “You’re right,” he says. “You’re absolutely right.” His voice regains its regular strength. “Dammit, Penny, why didn’t you say anything before?”

  “I’m here with you now,” I reassure him. “You’ve got nothing to fear.” I catch movement on the opposite side of the room as a door opens. I tilt my head in that direction. “Time for you to shine, baby.”

  Rich bends down and kisses me quickly. When he straightens, he looks like a man transformed. He stands taller. His shoulders are rolled back. His eyes have their shining intensity again.

  He turns around to face the man who has caused so much pain for him in his life. I stand up, and set eyes on Rich’s father for the first time.

  The gasp that escapes my lips is totally unbidden. The man—the man standing on the other side of the Plexiglass—looks almost exactly like the man standing next to me. Not like a father who resembles his son. Like a twin separated at birth.

  Rich and I walk toward a station. As we get closer, I pick out some of the differences. His father has more lines around his eyes, on his forehead. Otherwise, he looks identical. He has the same deep-red hair, the same olive eyes. He has Rich’s nose, his cheekbones, his jaw.

  I glance at Rich just to make sure he hasn’t been transported across the room without my knowledge. He’s still beside me, with his jaw set and his eyes hard.

  Rich’s father also has a closely-cropped goatee. That is the biggest difference I can find between the two men.

  Rich’s father picks up the telephone on the other side. His voice comes through a speaker on the station wall. “My God,” he says, “my son. Is that really you?” His voice is rougher than Rich’s. More abrupt.

  I like Rich’s so much more.

  Rich sits down. “Anthony,” he says.

  “Anthony?” Rich’s dad chuckles. “Since when am I ‘Anthony’ to you, son? What happened to ‘father’?”

  “Don’t mock me,” Rich growls. “You stopped being my father the day I left you and your stream of whores.”

  “Richard. That’s no way to talk in front of a lady,” he admonishes. His eyes meet mine. “Who is this beautiful young woman with you?”

  “Penny,” Rich answers grudgingly. I rub his shoulders to calm him down.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Penny,” his father says. “Such a shame about the circumstances. You must excuse my son’s crude behavior. He clearly is unused to being in the company of a beautiful woman like yourself.”

  I blush wildly at the compliment. I don’t know why it affects me so much. But there’s something very uncanny about hearing those words from somebody who looks so much like Rich.

  “Stop it.” Rich slams his fist down. “She’s not going to fall for your cheap imitation of charm.”

  “Possessive, are we?” Rich’s father smiles. It’s a slimy smile. “You care for this young woman? Of course. Otherwise, why bring her to visit your father in jail? But what is the extent of your devotion, son? I do not see a ring on her finger.”

  “Enough!” Rich snaps. “None of that concerns you.”

  “If you truly love her,”
Rich’s father continues, ignoring his son’s interjection and looking only at me, “then marry her. I made the mistake of waiting too long to pose the question to your mother. Because of that, I lost the only woman I ever loved.”

  “Don’t you dare,” Rich curses. “Don’t you dare claim you loved her. I know what you did to her. I know the truth, Anthony.”

  Rich’s father displays a large, easy smile. “Do you, now, son? And what has that truth gotten you? I have no reason to lie. You are a free man, while I seem to be a permanent guest in this fine institution.”

  “It’s no less than you deserve.”

  “Oh! Richard, you wound me.” I can hear the mocking undertone in his voice. “Do you really share no sympathies for your father? Penny knows. I can tell. She knows I do not belong here.”

  He looks at me, expecting a response. Even in the prison jumpsuit, he projects authority. He is a man used to getting what he wants.

  “No,” Rich says. “No, you do not belong here. You belong in a maximum security facility for murder.”

  Rich’s father tilts his head to the side. “Baseless accusations from my own son. That is all you offer after so many years? Why did you come, Richard? If it is to throw insults in my face, then you’ll find my patience wearing thin.”

  “I came to correct your mistakes. Your business associates consider you a thief. You took information from them that they want back. While you’re safe here in luxury, they have made Min’s life a living hell.”

  Rich’s father does not seem surprised. “Oh yes, I know all about what they want. What interest is Mindy to them?”

  “They set their hounds after her. They planned on using her as collateral to get to you.”

  “She’s a smart girl. She can care for herself.”

  “Are you really so heartless?” Rich asks. “Do you feel no responsibility for what is happening to her?”

  “Forgive me, son, but information of the outside world is scarce.” He smiles without humor. “Very little filters through these walls. I do not know what is happening. It may surprise you, but I hold no power here.”

  “Tam and Victor were sent after Min. They chased her across the country while you were safe here. She feared for her life. She came to me. I have protected her as best I can. But they will not stop their pursuit until they have what you took back.”

  Rich’s father considers things for a moment. “So it comes down to this. The son, owning up to his father’s mistakes. And you speak freely of this in front of Penny?” He gestures to me in an offhanded way. My dislike for him grows exponentially.

  “I trust her with my life,” Rich says with the utmost conviction. My heart melts in my chest.

  “Fine. What do you want from me, Richard?” He holds up his hands as if they were shackled. “My options are limited.”

  “Give me the combination to your safe. I will return the documents. Min will be able to live her life again.”

  “My safe?” he chuckles. “The one in my office? I’m proud of you. I did not think you had the mind to remember.”

  “I’m not here to listen to your false flattery,” Rich says. “Give me the combination. Let your daughter live without fear.”

  “You really believe it is that simple, don’t you?” His eyes narrow. “You return what I stole—” he emphasizes the word, “—and everything can go back to normal? What is normal for you, Richard? What have you done to make your father proud?”

  I feel Rich tense. That hit a nerve.

  “I live for myself, father. Not for you. Not for your approval. Not anymore.” My chest swells with pride and love.

  “Fine. You think you know everything? You’re swimming in muddy water with sharks, boy, and you’re just a guppy. A guppy who considers himself a killer whale. You want the combination? Have it. Six-six, six-six-six.” He grins maliciously. “Do you expect me to write it down for you, too, or do you trust yourself to remember?”

  Rich glowers. “If this is a trick—”

  “Then you know where to find me again,” his father shrugs. “I am not as cold or ruthless as you think. I shielded you from so much as I allowed you to grow up in my home. What appreciation do you give in return?” He shakes his head as his eyes focus on Rich. “No. No, I don’t need it, either. Do what you will. Protect your sister. Prove yourself to be the greater man.” He smiles in a provoking way. “You mother would have been so proud.”

  Rich growls and starts to rise. At the same time, the security guard on the other side lays a hand on Rich’s father’s shoulder. “Time’s up,” he barks.

  “Good-bye, son,” his father says, standing to leave. “Take care of that girl of yours. She looks like a keeper.”

  ***

  “Well, that wasn’t so bad,” I say as we climb into the car. The walk from inside was quiet, with Rich stewing in his own thoughts.

  He scowls. “That was too easy. He’s not telling us something.”

  “You handled it beautifully.” I kiss him on the cheek. “You didn’t rise to any of his inflammatory words.”

  “He must think I’m an idiot if I believe that’s really the code to the safe…”

  “Why can’t it be? It’s not like anyone’s going to find it, anyway. Why not choose something simple?”

  “Really, though? Six-six-six?” Rich snaps his seatbelt on and starts the engine. “I agree, though. That’s why we have to try.”

  “Rich?” I ask.

  “Hmm?”

  “Why did he speak about your mother that way?”

  “Because he wanted a reaction from me. He’s smart. Manipulative. He knows how to push people’s buttons.” Rich takes my hand. “If it weren’t for you, I don’t think I could’ve handled it.”

  “Nonsense,” I tell him. “You would have done perfectly even if I hadn’t been there.”

  “No, Penny,” Rich protests. “You kept me in control. You gave me strength just by being there. I couldn’t have faced him without you.”

  “Maybe now you’ll realize you can’t leave me behind anymore,” I remind him, smiling.

  Rich chuckles. “I think I already know that.” He shifts gears and drives out of the lot.

  A few minutes later, we’re driving through the same wooded landscape that brought us here. I see a dirt side road split from the main one up ahead.

  Rich notices it, too. He glances at me. I see a mischievous glimmer in his eye.

  Without warning he cuts right, onto the dirt road. At the same time, his hand goes to my thigh. I can see him trying to hide a sneaky grin.

  “I kind of passed out on you last night,” he says. “And the encounter with my father has left my blood boiling.” He stops the car in the shade of an enormous tree. “I haven’t had the time alone I need with you since you found me in New York.”

  “Richard!” I admonish playfully. “Don’t you know Min is waiting for us?”

  His hand starts moving up and down my thigh. He unbuckles his seatbelt and faces me. “Let her wait,” he says, pulling me in for a kiss.

  Our mouths meet. I devour him greedily. His tongue duels with mine as his hand tightens on my leg. Feeling frisky, I climb over the center console onto his lap.

  Rich’s hand slips under my jeans and he grabs my ass. I grind my hips against him as we continue to kiss. I can feel him growing hard. It excites me.

  I pull at his shirt and tug it over his head. He rips the top buttons of my blouse open. My breasts heave out. Rich makes a low, growling sound, and then lowers his head to feast on my flesh. He tugs my bra down, slipping the girls free. I moan and arch into him as he sucks on one nipple. He turns his attention to the other one, his tongue flicking it back and forth in his mouth. I thread my fingers in his hair, pulling him into me.

  The horn sounds, startling both of us.

  “Sorry!” I grin at him and move my elbow.

  Rich chuckles. “Trying to draw attention to us in the woods, are you?”

  “Oh yes, I want all the animals to see.” />
  “I didn’t know you were such an exhibitionist,” Rich teases.

  “Maybe it’s something you bring out in me,” I quip.

  “Do I?” Rich kisses me again. “In that case, I think we’ll have to explore it further.” Another kiss. “What else do I bring out in you?”

  “Mmm… many things.” I laugh as his stubble scratches against my skin. I run my hands down his body, hook my fingers into the waist of his jeans, and pull down.

  His erection springs free, hard and thick. I curl my palm around it and start stroking him up and down. Rich exhales a heavy groan.

  I bite my lower lip and smile, watching Rich’s face. I love seeing his features full of ecstasy like they are now. Knowing I’m the one he’s responding to that way makes me feel so sexy.

  “My god, baby, you’re so good with your hands,” Rich pants. I bring my other hand into him, so I’m stroking his cock with both of mine. I circle my thumbs over the tip and pump him as he groans with pleasure. I feel my own breathing growing heavy. A thin layer of perspiration beads my body from exertion.

  Rich pulls my head toward his and crushes his lips to mine.

  “I want you deep inside me,” I whisper in his ear. “Rich, I want you in me now.”

  His hands fly to undress me. I hold onto his shoulders for balance as he slides my pants down to my knees. I’m moist and ready for him. I wiggle one leg free, kicking my shoe off in the process. Then, I slowly sink down over him.

  The air leaves my lungs in a shaky moan. Rich fills me to the brim. I love the stretched feeling. To think I was once scared of it is ridiculous. The little bit of discomfort makes it so much better.

  “Jesus Christ, Penny, you’re so tight.” Rich’s thumb starts to circle my clit. “And you’re so ready for me.”

  “I’ve missed you,” I tell him as I start to rock.

  Pretty soon, the car is filled with the sounds and smells of sex. I moan into Rich’s mouth as he continues to kiss me. I lean back into the wheel and steady myself on his legs as he pumps into me. My breasts are heavy and swollen, my nipples tight, straining buds. I can see the veins pop in Rich’s sculpted arms as he grabs at me. I can feel the swell building within with every glorious intrusion of his penis. I can see the pleasure in his eyes, hear the satisfaction in his voice.