by CY Jones
“It’s definitely an interesting case. How are you going to prevent her from giving away half her money to him?”
“By proving he’s a cheating, conniving asshole who took advantage of her. I’ve had PIs tailing him since I took the case, and they turned up some interesting stuff. Apparently, this isn’t the first time he's pulled this.”
“Oh wow, what a scumbag,” I reply and he agrees. When he turns his attention back to his papers, I walk over to the bookcase and pull another law book down before settling in the chaise to read. Life with Tyson is so easy. He’s happy with the way I am and doesn’t expect anything from me. With Tyson, I don’t have to look over my shoulder, waiting for him to betray me, and I’ve grown to trust him. I gave him all of me last night, and in return, he gave me his protection. I was growing strong feelings for him and I didn’t know how I felt about that.
20
Jade
Working with Tyson has been a lot more interesting since we moved our relationship to the next step. And when I say interesting, I mean we can’t keep our hands off each other. If anyone had any doubts we were together, together, they didn’t have any now. This past month, naughty office sex has become an everyday thing. Then throw in late night copy room sex, storage closet sex, bathroom sex...well, you get the picture. I blame it on the pregnant hormones, combined with Tyson’s hot body and insatiable thirst, we just can’t get enough of each other. I know his father lectured me on distractions, but it's not like I’m slacking on my work. In fact, with all the feel good endorphins I’ve worked up after being with Tyson, I have been getting more done than ever.
My body has also changed this past month. My slight baby bump seems to have grown overnight and now looks like I swallowed a bowling ball whole.You know one of the bigger, heavier ones. My already overly large tits have gone up two sizes, my feet have swelled up so much, I can no longer wear heels to work unless at the end of the day I want to take a trip to the ER so they can be cut from my feet. Most of my wardrobe consists of dresses right now, because I can’t zip up any of my pants, and have yet to do any pregnancy shopping. I thought with all the changes in my body Tyson would be turned off, but he’s proven, more than once, the changes have only made him want me even more.
McHottie is still an asshole. He did, in fact, promote Nancy and she is now his new personal secretary. It was a dick move and I know he did it on purpose. I’ve been tempted to tell him off, but refrained because I know that’s just the reaction he wants. He wants me to pay attention to him, and I’m not lowering myself to his childish level. For once in my life, I’m happy and I plan to stay that way.
“What are you thinking about so hard?” Tyson asks as he leans his elbows on the counter.
“Nothing important. Don’t you have work to do?” I ask, changing the subject. Tyson would not appreciate knowing I was thinking about McHottie. Our relationship at work may be hot as hell, but those two are downright frosty to each other. When he found out Grayson made Nancy his personal secretary after the way she treated me, they had a shouting match in his office where McHottie stormed out and didn’t come back to work for two days. There’s never a dull moment in this place. It’s like Days of Our Lives meets The Office.
“I was just on my way out to the courthouse for my next case. Do you want to go out to dinner tonight?”
“Can’t, gym day,” I reply as I twirl my pen around my fingers.
“Oh, okay,” he says, disappointed. “I’ll see you when you get home then.”
“Of course, hot stuff,” I answer before leaning in closer. “Maybe if I’m not too tired we can have our own workout in the bedroom.” I take pleasure in watching his bright blue eyes darken and he groans loudly.
“Naughty, jewel. Now I’m going to have a hard on in court thinking about you bent over my bed while I ram into that tight pussy of yours.”
“That is if we even make it to the bedroom,” I goad.
“Jewel, that’s not helping.”
Laughing, I blow him a kiss, telling him to think happy thoughts before leaving him looking very wired and my favorite body part asking for attention. Good luck with that in court.
With Tyson gone, work drags on. I’m sure in an attempt to get on my nerves, every time Nancy would pass my desk she’d hum this annoying tune. On her fifth pass, I was online looking for maternity clothes when she stops and leans over the counter. Opening her nasty mouth, she says, “You know, Lisa, the woman you’re working for, comes back next month. I guess that means you’ll be out of a job.”
“Do you have a point?” I ask dryly.
“Just thought I'd remind you of your place,” she smiles widely before sauntering off.
What a bitch. She makes me want to throat punch her. Yes, I know Lisa will be back next month. I’ve already talked this over with Tyson. Until I go on maternity leave myself, I’ll be his and his father’s personal secretary as well as doing some online classes until I’m ready to go back to school and get my degree. Garfield says once I graduate, I’ll have a spot at the company as a legal aid where I can work my way up the ladder. I never thought I’d ever have such a successful future. Gutter trash never makes it far from the vents, but I was luckily picked up, recycled, and given a new lease on life, but there’s no point in telling Nancy that, she’ll soon find out.
Ignoring her unwanted visit, I go back to my computer, finishing the work day out. As soon as the day is over, I go through my closing routine, shutting everything down and asking all the partners, except for McHottie, if they need anything before leaving. When I get to the gym, I immediately spot Rob’s redhead psycho running on the treadmill. When she sees me walking towards the locker rooms to change, she gives me a nasty look that I ignore. I really don’t get how she can be such a jealous cow. Besides, her hostility is out of place. It’s not like Rob is even interested in me anymore. Our sessions have been strictly business.
After I change, I lock my locker and go out to find Rob. He’s leaning against the counter, waiting on me, looking like a wet dream. His eyes roam a heated trail down my body, briefly resting on my baby bump. Feeling slightly insecure about the tight tank top I’m wearing, I cross my arms across my belly, trying to hide as much as I can.
“Are you ready to work out?” he asks.
“I’m here, aren’t I?” I snark.
Instead of answering, he turns towards the weights, leaving me with no choice but to follow. This is going to be a long night.
“You’re being lazy tonight, Jade; where’s your fire?” Rob growls at me and I’m tempted to take this weight and drop it on his foot.
“I am pregnant, you asshole. Pregnant people get tired easily.” It’s not really an excuse but an actual fact.
His pretty face frowns and just when I think he’s about to feel sorry for me, he goes the other route. “Fine, let's get you on the elliptical then.”
“Oh God, no. The last time you had me on that thing, you put the controls up so high I almost passed out, and that was before I had this bowling ball for a tummy in the way,” I whine.
“Jade, you’re six months pregnant, not nine. Stop using your pregnancy as an excuse. You need to keep fit now more than ever. The only reason why you’re not as big as a house is because you come here. Now stop yapping and get on that machine, stat.”
Grumbling all the way to the row of elliptical machines, I choose the one in the middle and climb on. When I get a steady pace going, Rob surprises me and climbs onto the machine next to me instead of putting in his own ‘kill me’ pace with the controls. After ten minutes of silence, I decide now is the perfect time for answers. He’s been avoiding any heavy talk for a month now and enough is enough. The tension between us is thick like a heavy fog and I want to know what he is thinking. Better yet, I want to know just who the fuck he is. Obviously not the manwhore of a trainer I thought he was. I mean he’s still that, but more. I also hated the fact that I want to know what he thinks of me. Selfish I know, since I have Tyson, but I’ve alw
ays been a greedy bitch. Plus, I hate unknown outliers. They always seem to jump out of nowhere like the Boogeyman and bite you in the ass when you least expect it.
“So, what’s your deal? You dropped a bomb on me last month and haven’t said shit about it since then."
“Does it even matter? I mean, you’ve obviously already made your choice.”
“Yes, it matters,” I answer.
“Why?” he questions, tilting his head to the side. “You’re with Tyson Garfield now. Does it really matter I’m not the poor chump you thought I was?”
I stop mid-stride, managing to not fall off the damn machine in the process. If this was the treadmill, I’d probably be on my ass right now, but how dare he think so poorly of me. I’m the nobody. The girl from the wrong side of the tracks who used to sleep in public bathrooms and eat food out the dumpster. Half a year ago I had nothing, and he knew this. I have been more than forthcoming about my life when I first started working out with him, so why would he think I’d be so judgy?
“If you believe that, then you never knew me at all,” I comment, moving as quickly as I can off the machine and towards the women's locker room.
I barely get to my locker when he’s pulling me away to the showers with an angry look plastered all over his gorgeous face. I’m pressed against the shower wall with his big body pinning me there, preventing me from moving. “What the hell do you think you’re do…?” I don’t finish my sentence when his lips are on mine, claiming them in an angry soul stealing kiss in which I kiss him back. When he pulls back, I’m dazed, wondering what the hell just happened.
We’re both breathing hard like we just ran a marathon and he rests his forehead against mine. “I knew I didn’t lose you.”
“Why’d you do that? You know I’m with someone,” I tell him once I can find my voice.
“Are you really? Completely and truly with him? Or is there something else you want?” Why did he ask that? No way in Hell does he know my thoughts.
“Some people need more than one person, Jade. He may fill the needs you have now, but can he do it forever? You were right back there. I know your story, which is why I know you think of Tyson as your savior. The same with Grayson, but you don’t owe them anything, Jade. You don’t have to sacrifice yourself.”
“You think I’m sacrificing myself?”
“Maybe you really do care for Tyson, maybe it’s more than that, but I know it’s not enough. Just him will never be enough.”
“You don’t know anything,” I say, pulling away, but he won’t let me. His hold is strong and unrelenting. Why won’t he let go? Let me go? McHottie has already drawn his line in the sand, Tyson makes it hard to refuse him plus he’s good for me, good for my future. Why is Rob trying to complicate things?
“I know that even though you’re with Tyson that this,” he says, moving even closer until not even an inch separates us and rubbing his hard body against mine, “feels good and not just to me.” His lips go to my neck and when he starts to nibble his way down, I have to bite back a moan.
“Don’t,” I gasp out and he stops only to gaze deep in my eyes. Honey brown clashes with my green and I’m so damn lost, like the little girl in Wonderland with the signs pointing all over the place, wondering which way to go.
His voice is husky, alluring in it’s tenderness, leading the moth to flame. Give in and we’ll both be burned. “You don’t want that, now do you?”
Do I???
“Stop, Rob, please. I don’t even know who you are, so stop acting like you know me.” My words have more of a bite to them and the lust clears away from both our gazes.
“Jade, you do know me. I’m the same man you thought I was, just with a tad bit more in my bank account. Nothing I told you was a lie. I already told you that after I graduated from college with my degree in sports medicine, I took on a couple clients. After awhile, I realized that career wasn’t for me. What I failed to tell you was the couple of clients I had then were star players in the NFL. I ended up leaving the field and opened up my own gym here in New York. With their endorsement, my gym grew quickly and I opened up two more with how popular I’ve become, and the rest is history.”
“You could have just told me that. It’s not like I care that you have money. Wallet size is not what I rate when looking for a relationship,” I huff. Now dick size is another story and going by what I feel pressed against me, Rob is definitely a contender.
“I know and I’m sorry. I never really thought you did. I was just so damn jealous. I saw how Grayson acted when he saw us at the coffee shop, the blazing want twirling along with his anger, and then seeing you in the tabloids with Tyson and the way he looks at you like you hung the moon itself. I wanted a piece of that. I want you.”
“It doesn’t change anything. I’m still with Tyson. Hell, I live with him now.”
“I know, but I can’t help wanting you. We can be really good together and as soon as he fucks up, because let's face it, he will, I’ll be there.”
“What makes you think he’ll fuck up?” I ask, raising my brow. Instead of answering, he kisses me deeply and I let him. I need to be slapped. Stupid, needy, pregnancy hormones. I’m a crummy girlfriend. A total bitch. I know and I’m going to have to tell Tyson about this. I need to stop this, but something about Rob has me throwing all the rules out the window.
Pulling back, he releases me and watches me carefully. I’m so damn confused. I don’t know what he’s looking for. I’m also aroused as fuck and ready to climb him like a tree so he can take me against the shower walls.
“I think that’s enough for tonight. I’ll see you again on Monday,” he replies and I hate that I’m disappointed. That fertility clinic was right to deny me. Clearly, I’m not right in the head.
After he leaves, I’m still standing there, dazed. When I hear laughter from a couple ladies walking in, I finally get my butt in gear and change back into my work clothes. On the drive back home, I’m wondering the whole time how the hell I’m going to explain this to Tyson.
21
Jade
I’m a coward. The whole weekend, I avoid any talk of the gym and how my progress is going. As soon as I came home, I jumped Tyson right there in the hallway where he hoisted me up and fucked me against the wall. Too similar to how I wanted Rob to do to me at the gym. After that, we barely had enough energy to eat before we collapsed in the bedroom. Saturday he had an early morning golf meeting with the mayor so he was gone most of the day and I only had my guilt for company.
Technically, I didn’t cheat. Rob kissed me, and pervy thoughts don’t count, and well, I never agreed to be exclusive with Tyson. It’s a lousy excuse, which is the main reason I haven’t said anything. Tyson is a lawyer and will see straight through my bullshit. Besides, we haven’t talked about our relationship since that rainy day in the car or defined it. We’ve just been playing it by ear and going with the flow. It’s a poor excuse I know, but it’s the one I’m holding onto. I’m so damn confused. Both men elicit different feelings out of me, and maybe what Rob said back in the locker room has some truth to it. Maybe Tyson isn’t enough. I have never been a relationship type of girl. I have always been happy with a quick fuck and maybe I’ll want to see you again afterwards. With Tyson, I can’t seem to get enough, but he doesn’t fulfill everything that makes me, me. I have many sides. Each of the guys in my life fulfill different aspects of me. If I can mold all three together, they’d be the perfect man and that’s where the problem lies.
Grayson lights my rage, he’s the fire that burns inside me. His passion is overwhelming at times, but just what I need to center me, but he hates me. Not to mention, he isn’t even mine to have any sort of claim. Maybe he’s nothing more than me wanting something I can’t have. Tyson is so easy going. A breath of fresh air that keeps me laughing. I don’t have to take everything so serious when I’m with him, and he gives so easily, pulling out my softer side. Rob is like my rock. He keeps me centered in his own way by always keeping my eyes foc
used on the prize. He doesn’t sugarcoat anything, and I can trust he will always tell me the truth and not lie to spare my feelings. He makes me see and stop hiding everything within. I need all three of them like I need air to breathe. All three make a relationship possible. Too bad for me that isn’t a viable option.
Sunday morning, I wake up in the most delightful way possible. Tyson deep inside me as he moves in and out of me with his body pressed behind me. When I’m fully awake, I moan into my pillow and he reaches around me to play with my clit. His fingers know me so well and his thumb circles me perfectly.
“God, baby, I can’t get enough of you,” he groans against my ear. I want to agree, but the English language is lost to me every time he’s inside of me.
Stopping, he turns my body so that I’m facing him before sinking back inside. His lips seize mine and he starts thrusting deep. When I cum, he swallows up my moans and moves his body faster, chasing his own orgasm. It doesn’t take him long to reach it and he’s spilling his seed deep inside me.
“What do you want to do today?” he asks once we both come down from our high.
“Can we just stay in bed all day?” I ask as I snuggle in closer.
“We can, but then you’ll have to tell me what you’ve been hiding from me,” he says and I freeze. Of course he knows I’m keeping something from him. Tyson is too damn observant for his own damn good.
Moving, I lay on my back and stretch my arms above my head. “I'd rather not talk about it,” I finally reply.
Positioning himself above me, he grabs my arms and pins them together above my head. “I’ll let you get away with your secrets for now,” he says before sinking into me all the way to the hilt. Have I mentioned Tyson’s recovery period is impressive? I cry out and he swallows it before plummeting in me like a madman. For half the day, he fucks the religion out of me, making me forget all about why I don’t deserve him.