“But, Marty...”“No! You don’t want to talk about what happened at the police station, and I don’t want to talk about that. Are we clear?”He nodded silently and seemed sadder than ever. Good. He deserved to feel bad about it.“Now, let’s get to business and get this over with.”So that’s what we did. After about one and a half hour everything was sorted out in peace, and I finally had the paper in my hand. The divorce was final, and I didn’t regret it one tiny bit. I wished Jake good luck with his life, and especially the part about him coming out as bisexual. I knew he needed that. When his grandfather did what he did to me because of a failed marriage, then I didn’t dare to think about what he’d do to Rocco.Barely five minutes after he’d left, there was another knock on the door. I hadn’t ordered any room service, so I immediately assumed it was Jake who had forgotten something.“I thought you were in a hurry to get to the airp...” I started to say but lost my vocabulary the secon
“Where are you taking me?” she asked, and it was like she was glowing when she spoke.“Wait and see,” I said, staying secretive. It wasn’t much I could arrange on such a short notice. I mean, just this morning I’d gone from taking my son, or whatever I should call him, to the police station, to finding my girlfriend at a totally unexpected place, then finding out that she was pregnant, to the point where I actually started to get accustomed to the fact that the child was mine. That’s quite a leap in one day. But I still managed to get a table at one of the nicer places in the city, and I hoped it was good enough for our first date.Oh, my God. You’re actually nervous, Aaron. You’ve never been nervous about taking out a woman before. With one hand on the wheel and the other resting on Martina’s thigh, with her tender palm on top of mine, I took us to the right place and parked. Then, with the same courtesy, I made her laugh again as I helped her out of the car, simply because I loved
"Does he treat you well?""Indeed," she murmured, however I could see a glimmer of weakness in her expressive doe eyes. Thus, I inclined considerably nearer. So close that I could hear her whimsical heart beats."Allow me to reword that. Does he fulfill you, Anny?"Her absence of answer let me know what I had to be aware."You're excessively really great for him," I mumbled. Her hair felt so delicate against the tip of my nose, and her aroma caused me to pine for her like never before. I really wanted her. Be that as it may, in particular, I expected to show her how such a delightful goddess ought to be dealt with."Goodness, Joe."Quiet whines covered my ear channels as I pushed inside her. She was wet. No, she was fucking drenched."Ahh, no doubt," she murmured unwillingly, and she sifted her nails through my hair and pulled when I began moving. A lively, firm ass filled my palms as I shook us both in a consistent musicality, and she groaned when I pushed her in a tough spot and lif
I left the rec center, heading for the supermarket, with the charming consequence of having a portion of the chewing sexual strain eased. I realized it wouldn't keep going long, however I had hands, albeit fucking my clench hand while watching pornography a long way from the genuine article. Yet, being physically disappointed was OK contrasted with having a witch from damnation tormenting you each living hour, hollering at you on the grounds that each and every thing you did wasn't sufficient as per her crazy guidelines. No, screw all that. I'd been an introvert since the separation, and that is the way it planned to remain.Presently it was the ideal opportunity for supper, and my exhausted psyche was snarling stronger than my eager stomach. It was a similar fucking question consistently. Chicken? Had it yesterday. Fish? Nah. Didn't even try to choose which kind. Burger? No. Assuming this is the case, I would have gotten it somewhere else and not the benevolent you need to make yours
"He's been bumping that equivalent deep, dark hole for a very long time. How in the world would you say you are not worn out on her?"My eyes felt hazy, however I got Quentin's look and giggled. I realized I was jabbing the bear."Since that is the way genuine romance is, Joe. In any case, how might you be aware? You've never attempted it.""Cut that fucking poop. They're no different either way. They're made to cover your dick inside, and that is all there is to it. I bet you actually recall that tasting some new pussy, Q was so great. Samantha, right?""Joe. Stop," Rocco cautioned, however I was too smashed to even consider mindful."You ought to get it done once more, you know. No one will let your significant other know if you get a little something this evening. Essentially a blow.""Buddy! You're such a poop hole here and there. Realize when to quiet down."Shilo sat on his seat, firm and quiet as a marble design, with his arms collapsed low on his chest. OK, I could have taken
"Coming!" I hollered, then glared when I heard a voice I perceived."Father! OPEN UP!"So I did."Rocco! What are you doing here? Also, who's getting killed?" I asked and thought this way and that in the passage behind him."Nobody. Yet, you're playing so clearly it's a marvel it doesn't show on the Richter's scale. I've been thumping on the entryway for a few minutes."I giggled."How are you not hard of hearing?" he inquired. Yet, when I showed him in, he shook his head."Catherine is holding up in the vehicle.""Martina? Is that your life partner?""Spouse, really," he grinned gladly, and I caused a commotion in shock."We got hitched in Las Vegas last week.""Indeed you did? Then, at that point, why…""We maintained that it should be simply us and our two dearest companions. No offense, yet you know the amount I disdain all the upheaval following stuff like that.""Stuff? Kid, it's a wedding. Or on the other hand more explicitly, your wedding. That is not something you ought to me
Much to my dismay that I was off-base. Exceptionally off-base.We requested two or three pizzas for a delayed dinner, and catched up with all that had occurred since last time I saw my child. And keeping in mind that we talked, I understood exactly the way in which little I really had some awareness of him. I felt a sting of responsibility for that, however I wasn't the main party at fault. We were both occupied with our day to day routines and experiencing in various states, him in New York and me in San Francisco.Catherine was paying attention to the discussion with interest, yet didn't say a lot. What she did however, was to persuade me to attempt Bearnaise sauce on the pizza, and I needed to concede that it really tasted very great. Rocco disagreed. Not that it made a difference much, since he had the opportunity to eat at any rate, since he was occupied with making sense of why his supervisor ought to rather be a clerk at the shopping center, rather than attempting to run an org
I stomped into the office early the next morning, and almost crashed into Melanie on my way to my desk. Pure luck made her manage to put down the coffee she’d prepared for me, before I knocked it out of her hands.“That’s it!” she exclaimed in annoyance.“I’m knitting you a red hat.”I just grunted as an answer and left it for Gray to ask what the hell I needed a knitted hat for.“One red and one green actually, so your surroundings can get a warning before they cross your path. Red hat for a pissy mood like now, and then you change it to the green one when you’ve had your ultra-black coffee and a Snickers.”I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw. She couldn’t possibly mean that?“Since when did you start to knit? When you ran out of granny panties? I’ve heard wool is both warm and ticklish, so it might make you more desperate to get laid. No, wait. I forgot. That’s not possible.”Melanie blushed like a fire truck and turned to Gray, who looked like he was going to implode with laughter
“Where are you taking me?” she asked, and it was like she was glowing when she spoke.“Wait and see,” I said, staying secretive. It wasn’t much I could arrange on such a short notice. I mean, just this morning I’d gone from taking my son, or whatever I should call him, to the police station, to finding my girlfriend at a totally unexpected place, then finding out that she was pregnant, to the point where I actually started to get accustomed to the fact that the child was mine. That’s quite a leap in one day. But I still managed to get a table at one of the nicer places in the city, and I hoped it was good enough for our first date.Oh, my God. You’re actually nervous, Aaron. You’ve never been nervous about taking out a woman before. With one hand on the wheel and the other resting on Martina’s thigh, with her tender palm on top of mine, I took us to the right place and parked. Then, with the same courtesy, I made her laugh again as I helped her out of the car, simply because I loved
“But, Marty...”“No! You don’t want to talk about what happened at the police station, and I don’t want to talk about that. Are we clear?”He nodded silently and seemed sadder than ever. Good. He deserved to feel bad about it.“Now, let’s get to business and get this over with.”So that’s what we did. After about one and a half hour everything was sorted out in peace, and I finally had the paper in my hand. The divorce was final, and I didn’t regret it one tiny bit. I wished Jake good luck with his life, and especially the part about him coming out as bisexual. I knew he needed that. When his grandfather did what he did to me because of a failed marriage, then I didn’t dare to think about what he’d do to Rocco.Barely five minutes after he’d left, there was another knock on the door. I hadn’t ordered any room service, so I immediately assumed it was Jake who had forgotten something.“I thought you were in a hurry to get to the airp...” I started to say but lost my vocabulary the secon
I read her note over and over again and wandered restlessly around until my phone finally rang.“Bambi! Oh, my God! Are you alright?” I exclaimed the moment I picked up.“Yeah...”“How’s your mom? Is it serious?”I felt confused as to why she was so reluctant to answer. Did I do anything wrong? Is that why she left? Maybe she was jealous of Sarah and couldn’t keep up her façade anymore? But that wasn’t a problem anymore. As soon as she confirmed that her mother was okay, I blurted out:“I’m not the father!”She was silent on the other end, but I could clearly envision her beautiful smile.“The kid, who was pretty adorable by the way, was way too white to be mine. She was blonde with milky-white skin, maybe even lighter than Sarah herself, and so far from my darker Caucasian genes. I don’t even need to read the result of the paternity test. She’s definitely not mine.”I felt the relief flush through me, just like it did at the hospital when I first saw her. I would never forget Allison
I turned to her and noticed that she looked extremely uncomfortable. She kept staring at Allison’s huge belly and scratched her arm.Seriously. How much larger can she get without popping?“Uhm. Wednesday. Are you coming?”“No.”Catherine gave me a glare. She obviously wanted me to go.“Are you sure?” Sarah tried, but I rolled my eyes.“Yep.”Then Catherine pulled me aside and scolded me with her eyes.“That was rude, Aaron!” she whisper-yelled.“She obviously wants you there, and your baby will only be born once. You’ll regret not going later.”Then she noticed that Sarah was about to leave and called out to her.“He’ll be there! What time?”“10:30!”Catherine gave her a thumbs up, and even I could see how relieved Sarah was. Maybe I was a bit too arrogant towards her, but I didn’t really care. Okay, maybe a little bit.“I’m sorry,” I muttered when Catherine didn’t say anything for a while.“I know I’m an ass sometimes, and...”“An ass? Do you know how mean that was?” she exclaimed.
And then we made love again.Yes, we made love. For the first time in my life I learned how that felt, and how different it was from fucking. And it felt so good that I cried a little bit because of that as well. I mean, when I first was at it...Whatever.“Aren’t you tired?” she asked softly in the early morning hours, while stroking a finger along my jaw.“I am,” I admitted truthfully.“Then why aren’t you sleeping?”I was silent for a little while and tried to explain it with words.“Because I’m afraid you’ll be gone when I wake up,” I said quietly.She smiled and kissed my shoulder and let her finger trail in circles on my chest.“I won’t leave, Aaron. Not unless you tell me to.”She yawned and rolled over to her back, but her arm was still wrapped around my waist, and I was hugging hers.“I need to go back to New York to work. But I won’t leave.”Then she placed her palm on my chest where my heart was.“From here.”I covered her hand with mine and squeezed it a bit. Then I brough
Mom’s startled face appeared in the doorway.“What?”“Please don’t ask,” I said weakly. If she started asking questions, I would start crying for sure, and she would worry more than she needed.“Are you sure you’ll be alright?”I smiled.“Yes. And I promise to tell you everything later.”I just hoped the news I brought back home was of the good kind. So I folded my hands, looked up and whispered:“Please, don’t let anything happen to him.”🌼🌼🌼The day went by as usual. I did my job and ignored everybody’s attempts to make a conversation. Even Dom. He seemed more concerned for each day that passed. But he had no reason to worry. I wouldn’t do anything stupid.That's not what you thought last night.I went grocery shopping, but never ate any of it. I didn’t know how to make the things Catherine did. I just remembered what was on the list she wrote and bought that. I didn’t care that the food expired, and I ended up throwing it instead. It was some sort of comfort in having it. I only
Like Anny.“Let’s turn it around for a bit. What if it was someone else? Like, hypothetically.”“What do you mean?” I asked and squinted a bit.“That it wasn’t Sarah who was pregnant, but Martina?”I just stared at him.“I’d still be gone in a heartbeat,” I growled, and tried to ignore the panic that was creeping up my back. What if both of them were pregnant? I didn’t even use a conGraywhen I fucked Martina. How the hell could I be so stupid?You know why, Aaron. She’s different. And it felt so fucking good that you want to do it again.“Man, that’s cold,” Graysaid, and pursed his lips.“Whatever,” I mumbled.“No! It isn’t whatever, Aaron! I swear, sometimes you’re the biggest asshole I know. You love her, but you refuse to admit it, and I know for sure you’d man up enough to be there for her. Hell, when you managed with Bree, you’ll handle that with no problems at all. And Sarah too.”“I don’t even know why we’re having this discussion,” I muttered.“Hey. Cheer up, man. You don’t ha
“HEY! GET BACK HERE!” I yelled after Allison, ripped the door open and ran after her. She’d almost reached the stairs.“ALLISON!”“But I thought...” she started, but I had already grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back to my apartment.“What the hell did you just say?” I said in a tone that sounded both threatening and angry. I wasn’t. I was panicking, and I wanted to scream at her and tell her she was delusional.“I’m pregnant and you’re the father. Obviously.”I snorted and combed my hands through my hair, so roughly it hurt.“Obviously? What the hell is obvious about that? We’ve used protection every single time, and you’re on the pill, dammit!”Then I paused for a moment when a sick thought made me freak out even more.“Unless... Fuck! Did you trick me? Did you save one of the condoms and... Oh, my God. That’s disgusting!”“No! Aaron! How can you even think that?” she protested.“Well, how the hell did you get pregnant, then? This has to be some sort of a sick joke.”I was fum
Eventually I realized that Catherine had somehow gotten dressed while standing behind me. Only, it wasn’t her own clothes. They were mine.Damn! This is not a good time to get horny again, Aaron. But man, she looks fine in your clothes. “You’re just like mom said! You’re a sick bastard and a lowlife!”“Me sick?” I barked back.“You’re the one puking all over the floor!”“I didn’t mean literally, idiot! You’re sick in the head! An old pig! And you’re...”“Rocco! Please stop! You don’t know what you’re saying,” Catherine said, and tried her best to calm him down. She gave him a glass of water and brought a moist cloth so she could wipe his mouth like he was a big baby, and that’s when I realized how wrong their relationship was. She was acting more like a mother to him than Bree ever did. The only difference was that they had sex.“Sit down,” she demanded, but he shoved her away.“I’m not staying here a minute longer!”“SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN!” Catherine yelled and made everyone stare