Edwin texted Faith several times throughout the day. Selby hadn't asked, and Faith didn't offer. He could have asked, he knew, but for whatever reason, he just didn't feel like hearing about it. Faith's reaction was probably the reason. Whenever a text came in, she giggled. Giggled! It was beyond annoying. It was as if Edwin's text made her entire day.Tracey sent him a couple of texts but told him she wouldn't intrude on Faith's time with him. If he wanted to talk to her, he was free to text or call her. She would answer; she just would not initiate. Edwin needed that restraint.Selby sat on the back deck, a Terry Brooks' novel resting on his lap and a mug of coffee in front of him. He tried to read inside, but Faith's phone distracted him again. She had agreed to keep their time, their time. Edwin had supposedly agreed as well, but it seemed the newness of their little adventure was too much for either of them to keep their word. He found Faith making excuses to go into another room
The next couple of days were quiet at Rutherford Construction. Yet, Edwin had still sneaked a feel and grope in here and there. Tuesday morning, he ordered Faith to start arriving early to work so he could take her in his office. She jumped every time he snapped his fingers and, every time he did, her cunt became a molten mess. Edwin did not permit to wear underwear to work anymore, either, and required her to always be in a dress, no more slacks. Edwin wanted complete access to her sensitive parts even if he never had the chance to use them. Of course, he was always good at generating those quick opportunities.Cherish was a grumpy pain in the ass for the first half of the week. Faith didn't ask or care, but assumed it had to do with her being asked to go on the business trip to Tampa instead of her sister. Every time Edwin would walk into the Girls' Den, Cherish would find an excuse to leave. It was the same with the break room. She did whatever she could to stay out of Edwin's way a
Selby forced himself to pull away from Tracey, breaking the kiss he could have sworn lasted the entire lunch break. He took a deep breath as he did. When he opened his eyes, Tracey stared up into them, a smile on her face, her hands still pressed against his chest. "Shall we eat now?" she asked."Sure. Hop up on the counter and spread your legs." Selby wiggled his eyebrows at her. He teased, but he half hoped she would do it. He started closing for lunch as of Monday, so the two of them could enjoy their brief lunch period in private, just in case they decided not to eat the food that was brought and enjoy some other treat instead. So far it had mostly been heavy petting and some major kissing. It was enough to hold him over until their weekend date.Tracey walked around the counter and began to set up their midday meal. Selby found himself watching her, a smile plastered on his face as if he were a schoolboy. In the beginning, he had shared his afternoons with Faith, but he found hims
Arni Driscoll sat on one side of the table while Cherish sat directly across from Faith. Cherish had been quiet as they sat in their father's small Ford pickup, Faith in the middle seat. If he noticed the tension, their father didn't acknowledge it. He was chatty, making jokes about the weather and other drivers, asking questions about work and their private lives. Faith tried to stay as vocal as he was, but Cherish barely grunted. Faith didn't doubt that Cherish loved their father, but she had always been their mother's girl. Mainly because their mother allowed her to get away with murder and spoiled her into being the brat she became. That kind of behavior demanded a certain loyalty."How's Glen doing these days?" Arni asked as he lifted his water glass. They had already placed their orders and were nibbling on a basket of bread while they waited."He's doing well. Work is slow, but it's allowed him more time to do some projects around the house." Glen worked for Melbourne Decks and
Their father dropped them back off in front of Rutherford Construction, and Faith and Cherish stood side-by-side as they watched him drive away. Faith waved and smiled, her mood lightened with the visit.It didn't last long, however. With Cherish around, it never did."What the hell did you do?" Cherish whipped around with a look as if she wanted to punch Faith and just keep swinging."Do? I had lunch with my father. What are you talking about?" Faith shook her head as she turned to walk back inside. She would not have a shouting match with her sister at work.Of course, Cherish didn't care where they were. "You let him think it's all right for him to just up and quit his job. He's in his late fifties for crying out loud! Do you know how hard it'll be for him to find another job?""He doesn't want another job, Cherish. He wants something different. He has a dream, and he's chasing it. I'm not going to be the one to tell him not to go for it. He needs support, not condemnation.""He nee
Faith stared at the truck, glancing at tires and bumpers without really seeing anything. She needed a break from her sister. The tension since lunch had been thicker than London fog, and she had had all of it she could tolerate. Selby would be massaging her neck that night for sure."Another fun day for the Driscoll sisters?"Faith turned at the sound of Edwin's voice to see him walking toward her from the main building. She took a deep breath as she turned back to the truck. "Apparently I am now responsible for what my father does with his life." She stared at the clipboard in her hands, wondering what she had inspected last. Her irritation distracted her from her work, and that caused her to be even more distracted.Edwin walked up behind her and started massaging her shoulders, his strong fingers squeezing and rubbing her muscles. Faith closed her eyes and lowered her head, relishing the feel of his touch on her body even if she wore clothes. "So, I take it lunch did not go well," h
Faith held up a turquoise blouse, inspecting the ruffles down the front. "I just don't see why I'm supposed to be nice to her when she never is to me," she said to Tracey, who inspected her own blouse from the clearance rack. "I mean if something is going on that makes her a bitch, she should see a therapist.""And Edwin didn't give you a clue as to what it was?" Tracey met her at the mall to help her pick out a new outfit for her trip next week. Selby was at home waiting for the call to start the grill and open the wine."No. All he said was it wasn't his place to tell me something Cherish didn't want me to know. He just stood there with a guilty look on his face. Then, he kissed me."Tracey glanced up at her, a confused look on her face. "He kissed you? Just like that?"Faith nodded as she slipped the top back on the rack. "He said it was to remind me of our agreement."Tracey stood there, the shirt in her hand now simply dangling from her fingers. "I take it he doesn't care about be
Selby stood by the grill, the aroma of the ribeyes mixing with the salt spray from the Atlantic. Over the sounds of Foreigner singing Jukebox Hero, he heard the girls coming through the Florida Room and onto the deck. They were laughing, so he assumed the shopping trip had cost him plenty of money.Faith crossed the deck toward him and leaned in and kissed him as she asked how the steaks were coming along. Tracey followed her, and to his surprise, when Faith moved, she stepped in and kissed him as well. "Miss us?"He stared, silenced by confusion for a moment. After a quick second, he said, "Always. And the steaks are almost ready. Why don't you ladies fix yourselves some drinks, and I'll set everything else up.""Sounds like a plan to me," Faith said as she turned back toward the house."How about you? Need another of whatever you're drinking?" Tracey stood with her hands in her jean pockets as she smiled at him, all innocence and sweetness."Sure. I'll take another glass of the Merlo
Dropping the arm holding the towel to his side, he walked over to where Cherish sat and joined her on the bed. He reached out, placing a hand on her leg and gave her a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sorry you're having to deal with this," he told her. He gave a weak shrug. "I guess we never know the full extent of our actions and their consequences until it's too late." He quickly held a hand up, stopping her from saying anything else. "That wasn't a judgment. Promise."She offered him a weak smile. "I didn't take it that way." She shrugged. "Besides, you're right. I didn't realize while I was...you know...how it would hurt you or Jordie, and I sure as hell didn't realize how it would follow me to another job. I was too caught up in what I was doing to even think of anything else." She reached out, placing her hand on top of his. "I'm sorry I was such a selfish bitch."Glen leaned over and kissed Cherish's forehead. When he pulled away, he grinned. "You're my selfish bitch, so it's all good.
Cherish shoved her phone into her purse, closed the final file folder, and shoved herself away from her desk. This day was over, and she was more than happy to see it go. As she stood, however, she realized the day was not completely over. She stood at the edge of her desk, adjusting her purse on her shoulder, as Mary Overton stepped into her doorway, arms crossed over her chest, looking as if she had a corncob shoved deep up her ass. What Bernie saw in the woman, Cherish would never know. Cherish sucked in a deep breath as she paused, waiting to hear what had brought the grump of a woman to her door. "Is there something I can help you with?" Cherish asked.Mary glanced over the room, scowling as she took in the changes Cherish made to the small office. "I see you've rearranged. Making the place more to your liking." Cherish could have sworn the woman gave a disgusted sniff as she said it. "I thought the way Kim had it set up was quite efficient." She glanced around the room with a sn
Glen soaked in her naked body, making no qualms about devouring her with his gaze. He had always thought Cherish was gorgeous and hated when she started to hide her body in baggy shirts and shorts. He wanted to see more of her flesh, more of her body tempting him under tight clothes or low-cut tops. He wanted her to be seductive, sultry, sexy. Hell, he even wanted her to dress slutty for him.Reaching out, Glen ran a hand over her freckle-covered shoulder, up her neck, and into her strawberry-blond hair. Gazing into her eyes, he sucked in a breath as he stared at her. "You, Cherish Lansky, are beautiful."He saw her cheeks redden with her blush, felt her squirm under his touch as his words embarrassed her, but he didn't care. While he thought the words often enough, he failed to say them out loud for her to hear. She needed to hear them. He needed to say them. They needed to get back to the spark that was them when they first ignited each other's passions. Looking at her right then, he
Cherish took a deep breath, deciding to tackle the topic of Rutherford even if Glen hadn't brought it up. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Jed. It's been a pretty emotional week all around, and I swear, it just slipped my mind."Glen cocked an eyebrow at her. "A lot of things have slipped your mind lately. I should probably do something about that, eventually."She bowed her head. "Yes, sir," was all she said, but she couldn't deny the tingle between her legs at the thought of Glen punishing her again. She would never have thought the idea of him spanking her would have such an effect on her.He took a sip of his coffee as he studied her, and Cherish just stood there under his scrutiny. After a stretched-out moment, he said, "So, tell me about the conversation now. You said you weren't interested in returning. Is that the truth?"She shrugged. "I don't know, to be honest. And, in the way of full disclosure, it was sort of a mixture of him asking if I would want to return and me aski
Cherish placed the last of the glasses back in the cabinet, her back screaming at her due to the lengthy day she just endured. Jordie was already sound asleep in his bed, his tired little body crashing as soon as everyone left, and the constant energy faded away. She could relate as exhaustion tugged at her as well. She had to admit, however, Glen's idea of having the party at their house opposed to her parents' was definitely a winner, minus the cleanup part afterward. Jordie loved every gift he opened, and he and the other kids made full use of the bounce house. Even a few of the adults climbed inside to get their inner youth on while they made the little ones stand outside the giant inflatable while they took over. The children, of course, were far from happy about not being permitted inside, but they laughed like crazy as they watched their parents bouncing around, trying to do flips, and falling on their asses.Valerie surprised Cherish with how she interacted with everyone else a
Cherish felt the tears streaming down her cheeks, felt the anguish clutching at her heart as she sat there, staring at her mother, the woman crying openly now as she stared back at Cherish. How could her mother ever doubt Cherish's love for her? Because I did a shitty job of showing it. I pushed her with everything I did. Cherish reached out, taking her mother's hand in her own, squeezing it tight. "I've always loved you, Mom. You did nothing wrong. It was all me; I was the selfish bitch who never seemed satisfied and happy. I'm so sorry I ever made you feel that way." She squeezed her mother's hand again. "I should never have treated you that way."Her mother gave her a weak smile, squeezing her hand back before pulling it away. "I love you, too, and I'm sorry I ever made you feel as if you couldn't tell me you were pregnant." She shook her head. "Not a very good mother, huh?"Cherish settled back in her chair. "I think we both made mistakes, but that was then. This is now. I need to
Cherish left the others and walked over to her mother, taking one of the remaining chairs beside the other woman. "Why don't you come join the rest of us? Has to be better than sitting over here all by yourself."Her mother didn't even look at her, keeping her gaze on the children. "Why is she here?" she asked, her back stiff, hands clasped in her lap."There are a lot of shes here," Cherish said, even though she knew to whom her mother referred. "You'll have to be a little more specific.""Your sister's new friend," her mother said, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Why did they have to bring her to a family event? It's rude."Cherish glanced over and watched as Tracey Williams laughed at something Arni said, her feet barely touching the ground from where she sat in the chair. "She's close to Selby and Faith," Cherish said with a shrug. "We permitted Brent to bring Bonnie; why wouldn't we allow Faith and Selby to bring Tracey? She seems to be getting along with everyone all right."
Glen stepped back out into the yard, two camp chairs in his hands. Valerie Driscoll was accustomed to calling all the shots, and he knew she set up her area far away from his mother to try to force a division in the party, drawing the crowd to her, so she could show off. That was one of the reasons he wanted the party at his house, so she wouldn't be able to pull a stunt like this. Yet, she still wrecked division wherever she went.Glen moved to the middle of the yard, close to the bounce house, and set up the two chairs. He turned to find Cherish near her mother, two beers in her hand as she watched him, one eyebrow raised and a smirk turning up the corner of her lip."Excuse me," he heard her tell her mother. "I think I'll go join my husband." She then left her mother's side, Valerie's mouth ajar as she gawked at her daughter's retreating back. When Cherish reached him, she handed him his beer as she slid into her chair. "Your beer, sir," she said, smiling at him.He glanced over at
Glen just needed a few minutes to calm his temper. He knew he had acted rude since returning home, and he didn't mean to snap at everyone, taking out his frustration with Cherish on everyone but her. He shoved his way inside the house and headed for the bedroom at the back of the house. Just a few minutes, that's all he needed.However, what he needed and what he received were two different things. As soon as he plopped down on the bed, his hands clasped together as he rested his elbows on his knees, doing his best to take deep breaths, Cherish walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. He didn't even turn to look at her. He couldn't right then. She had lied. Again. That's all she ever did lately.Cherish walked in front of him and dropped to her knees, sitting back on her heels, her hands on her thighs as she stared up at him. She said nothing. Just knelt there, waiting.Glen closed his eyes, taking another fortifying breath. Before opening them again and staring at his wife.