I snuck into Reed's house that night. There was no chair or kinky play. He had me out of my clothes and flat on my back seconds after I entered his room. He barely controlled himself while I did my best to drive him beyond crazy.After we were both exhausted, I lay in his arms, our hearts racing and breathing choppy. He talked me into letting him hire a driver until I had my license. We managed to discuss it without arguing, but really, it was me proving the point that I could be reasonable if he talked things over with me first.I prodded the next conversation. "Who handles your household bills?""My attorney or someone in his law firm." He twirled my hair around his fingers and rubbed strands of it under his nose every so often.His sniffing my hair made me smile, and I continued. "Do you want me taking that over or are you okay with them handling it?""You would do it?""You're paying me, Reed, I'll do what you need. I've readied a stack of unsigned papers for you. I can't bel
Reed held my trembling hand in the backseat of the Rolls Royce he had hired and talked about baseball. I listened while trying to push down the need to vomit and heard only half of what he said. I knew Chi Chi and Sal would be there along with Clare and Dustin. They were my saving grace for the evening and I held tight to that thought."Relax and you'll have a good time. This is for charity, but also the last time for us to let off a little steam before spring training.""It's easy for you, but I don't think I can relax."His chuckle in my ear was low and sexy, the jerk.We pulled up to the El Diablo Hotel and exited the car onto red carpet. Flashbulbs went off while Reed kept his arm around my shoulders and ushered me inside. I heard him say a few words, but had no idea what. This was so not me. I didn't belong in this world pretending I was rich.Once past the front doors, we were shown to the grand ballroom. Reed gave our names to a waiter and he took us to our table. Relief sw
The loft lights were on, but I saw no signs of wild parties, so I didn't object when Reed pulled me straight into his house and up to his bedroom."Trust me?" he asked as he breathed against my neck.I loved when he asked that because it meant my kinky Reed was back."Absolutely.""I bought a few things that I want to try."I didn't know entirely why those words caused such a reaction, but my panties were no longer absorbent. Reed had no problem getting them off and appreciating my need."I like you wet," he said after my dress disappeared, though he left my heels on.Bedstraps and Velcro cuffs were my surprise. Reed brought out more bubbly before leaning me back on the bed."I love your legs and the high heels are icing on the cake," he said as he attached the cuffs around my ankles. He kissed my toes before spreading my legs and fastening the mattress straps to the ankle cuffs.He stood back and looked at me before placing cuffs around my wrists, ignoring the mattress straps
He woke me up several times throughout the night. It didn't matter that we were both sleep deprived. It only mattered that he was buried deep inside me, soothing my body with his, and making me explode over and over.When his cell phone chimed, sunlight bathed the room."Shit," I heard him say as I tried to open my sleepy eyes.He flew off the bed and started grabbing his clothes. I sat up, bringing the sheet with me."Sal's waiting to pick me up. He's outside."This was it. My heart dropped as I noticed his suitcases beside his dresser. There were other things on my mind when I came into the room last night and I'd missed his luggage. I closed my eyes, pushing back tears. Everyone left me. It was always like this. I felt the corner of the bed dip and Reed's lips against my forehead."I'll visit a couple of weeks from now, so it won't be too long. I'll call, and you'll be busy with school and work."The tears slipped past my eyelids and I was pulled into his arms."Shh, baby, I
It felt strange to wander around Reed's large home without him in it. I'd finished washing his sheets the day before along with my laundry. The cleaning crew would be in tomorrow and I didn't have driver's training until the afternoon with the big test on Friday. I decided to tackle Reed's paperwork again and create a spreadsheet to figure out what was what.It took an hour to set up the spreadsheet. As I started on the first stack of papers to add in the figures, the office phone rang. I debated answering, but quickly decided I should because it was one of my job responsibilities.Message pen in hand, I answered, "Reed Tyler's residence. May I help you?""Who is this?" It was a decidedly female voice."This is Jaycee Shumway. May I help you?""I don't know who you are, but I will speak with my son immediately."Ah, oh. "I'm sorry, but Mr. Tyler is unavailable." There was no way I was telling Reed's mom he was in Florida and I couldn't believe she didn't know."Take a message an
I met with the cleaning crew the next morning after getting Bitsy and Jon off to school. It soon became apparent that I was in the way, so I headed to Reed's office. The phone rang minutes after I sat down."Reed Tyler's residence. May I help you?""Is this Jaycee Shumway?" an older man asked."Yes. May I help you?""This is Lawrence Morgan, Mr. Tyler's attorney. He wanted me to contact you and arrange a time for you to sign a few papers.""Umm, I'm not sure I understand.""Could I come to the house to meet with you at noon?""Well, umm, sure.""I'll see you at noon, Miss Shumway."Wow, so formal, and I had no idea what was going on. I also couldn't contact Reed to find out. I settled into my chair to add more figures to the spreadsheet. The more I discovered about Reed's finances, the more uncomfortable I became. Yes, he lived nicely, but he didn't flaunt itat least not the kind of money I'd discovered. We were no longer talking millions.Shit.I was sitting in the house of
Michelle Browning followed me inside the apartment. Her assistant, Julie, behind her. Bitsy was excited until she saw who was with me. My heart ached for both Bitsy and Jon. Michelle had never been anything but kind to us; she gave us the trailer. But her predecessor and the months Bitsy and Jon spent in foster care were not good memories."How are you, Bitsy?" she asked kindly.Bitsy hid behind me holding my leg. I could feel her little body tremble, and more than anything I wished we never had to go through an interview like this again.Michelle understood Bitsy's fear and turned to Jon, asking the same question."I'm good," he answered stiffly. His long black hair obscured most of his face and he didn't move it aside. Jon looked down and my heart clenched even more. I would never be able to erase those months that CPS took them away and the fear that it would happen again.Michelle turned from Jon and focused on me. "How is school going?"I took a breath. "With our new living
I survived my first week in Reed's employ. I also passed my written and driving tests with little difficulty. I now had a driver's license and not just a state issued identification card. The picture was awful, but I didn't care. The three by four inch card gave me a sense of freedom I'd never had.Maggie was waiting at the house when I returned from the motor vehicle department. She handed me a remote to one of Reed's other cars. It was a black Cadillac Escaladebright, shiny, and new, worth more money than I'd made in my entire life. It was parked next to my old trailer and was in the garage when we moved in. I checked the registration just in case Reed pulled a fast one on me, but he'd purchased it six months before I tried to burglarize his home. I was afraid to drive it, but figured I needed to get over that fear.I was just leaving the garage, forgoing the temptation to take it for a drive, when my phone sounded. Reading Reed's text made me smile.Congratulations. I know you pa