After lunch, Marissa takes off and I find myself completely alone. I sit around for a while reading again, but then decide to be nosey and go through Brad's things in his bedroom. What could possibly go wrong? After all, he won't be home for hours if he shows up at all tonight.
Pacing back and forth, I try to figure out if I should or not and finally just march up the stairs straight into his bedroom. Looking through his drawers, I find nothing and then turn to his desk. Right away, I have this bad feeling when I see a drawer half way open and inside a picture is bearly visible.
Opening the drawer the rest of the way, I stand back and take in a deep breath before sighing. Shaking my head in disbelief, I approach the drawer and pick up the photo of Brad and an unknown woman in a compromising position. When I go to put it back, I notice a manilla envelope underneath and take it out to open it.
I sigh and almost cry, but instead just throw them back in the drawer and after shutting it, I run out of the room. What is going on? How could I not know that he is a womanizer? He hasn't ever once appealed to my womanly side or even tried to have sex with me.
Surely, if he loves women that much, he would have come to me in the middle of the night at least once. That is, unless the reason why he hasn't is because he prefers women who work for him. I have heard of men that only like strong women, those in power or business women.
Running to my bedroom, I slam the door shut and jump onto my bed, pulling my knees up to my chest. I start to sob and cover my face with my legs, but I hear my phone ring and wonder who is calling me. Checking my phone, I see Nicole's contact info on my screen and make the decision to answer it.
"Nicole, you wouldn't believe what I just found in Brad's desk drawer?" Stiffling my cries, I sit still and hold my breath for a second.
It's quiet briefly, then she hears her sigh, Nicole answers, "I am so sorry, but you knew it had to be something like that. I have never known a man to not want a woman, unless they are gay or already involved with someone else."
Wiping my eyes with the back of my hands, I sit up and force myself to stop feeling bad. I say coldly, "Brad has never wanted me and yet he has had sex with at least 20 women from his pictures. Who does that?"
"Clearly Brad. He obviously is only in this marriage for the money and the power. It's a shame really. You are so much better than this."
Remembering Dean and how he felt against me, I smile and reply, "Nicole, you won't believe this, but one of the new hires is the hottest man I have ever met. He makes me wet just by kissing me."
Screaming over the phone, she says, "Kissing! Have you done anything else? Damn girl, you have to tell me all the juicy details."
Telling her everything, I start to realize just how much I am looking forward to being with Dean and finding out what he feels like buried deep inside me. Just telling Nicole about him and the incidents, makes me weak in the knees and my panties soaked. I slide off the bed and walk over to my chest of drawers, pulling out a fresh pair of panties.
Once I tell her everything, she makes me promise to call her as soon as we do "the deed" and anything else I can remember. Sounding so excited, she tells me, "I wish you live closer to me, then we could have girl time and I could see what this hunk looks like. Perhaps, I can visit for a couple weeks. I will have to look into airplane tickets and get back to you. Love you, I probably should go, so I can get to work."
"Love you, talk to you later." I hang up and smile, hoping she does come to visit.
While cleaning up my room before dinner, I sit down and secretly wish that Dean was here and we were making love. Looking out the window, I watch as the wind blows against the house, so I decide to go downstairs and make dinner. On the way to the kitchen, I catch a glimpse of Dean outside the front door and walk over, trying to see what is going on. Opening the door, I notice an older man who I have never seen before, standing by Dean and it seems like they are in a confrontation. Both of them turn to face me, before I ask, "What seems to be the problem here?" Dean speaks up first, saying matter of factly, "My parole officer doesn't believe that I am employed here and is trying to throw me back in prison. Is there any way you can verify my employment to him for me?" Looking at the older gentleman, I ask politely, "May I know who I am talking to?" He nods and answers, "I am Mr. Conway, Dean's parole officer. I was notified
Eating breakfast the next morning, I watch Marissa clean up the pans she used to make the eggs and hashbrowns. A pretty little thing, Marissa has expressed time and time before that she isn't. I have to show her that it's what she makes of it one of these days. Maybe even today. All I have to do is take her shopping, get a couple of outfits that flatter her body type and get her hair and makeup done at the salon. She will walk out feeling like a new woman and so much more appealing to everyone around her. I hope it gives her the self esteem she needs. Deciding while I sit there to call and set it up for today, I eat the rest of my breakfast and let her know I am finished. After running upstairs and bathing, I grab an outfit and set myself to work calling the necessary places. When I am done, I pat myself on the back and wait for the right time to go downstairs and collect her. While sitting on
After I take Marissa out and buy her a few new things, she feels so much better and smiles from ear to ear. It helps me get Brad off my mind for a little while and then when we get back I wait for him. In the middle of the afternoon, he finally gets home. Sitting on the couch watching T.V., I notice that when he strolls in, he acts like nothing has happened. Carrying in a few plastic bags from the grocery store and wearing a huge smile on his face, he looks really good I have to admit. I sit up and watch him. Standing up and yawning, I approach before he can reach his bedroom and stop him in his tracks. Staring into his eyes, I ask, "Brad, who was the woman you had in your room?" Cocking my head, while watching his smile disappear and his face scrunching up into an angry scowl, I wait for an answer. He lets go of the bags and grabs ahold of me, slamming me against the wall. One hand on my neck, the o
A few days later, I am walking around the grounds and see Dean talking to a young female that Brad must have just hired. Not immediately recognizing her, I walk over to introduce myself and to break up their party. They must hear me approach, because they both turn to face me and the girl smiles. Looking up at Dean, I notice that he doesn't however. Feeling a twinge of jealousy spreading throughout my being, I try to quickly dismiss it, but end up making a fool of myself. I ask, "So, Dean is this your new play thing?" He glances at me coldly and then stares off into space behind me. "No, Ma'am. This is my cousin Sam. She just moved here when I got out of jail and she needed a place to stay. When I told her I was working here, she expressed that she needed work and I asked Mr. Harrison if he could use any extra help. He told me to bring her in today and he instantly hired her as soon as he saw her."
Sitting down on Dean's couch, I wait patiently for Sam to make dinner while Dean takes a shower. I don't quite know what to do with myself until Dean walks out of the bathroom with a towel on, looking hot as hell. This is actually the first time I have seen his biceps and pecks that only peeked out of his shirts before. Looking like a god straight out of Olympus, he glances at me and winks. Motioning for me to come to him, I stand up quickly and practically run over to where he is standing. I look up and wait for him to say something. Demanding more than asking, "You want to see what I have under this towel for you?" He smirks and after checking to make sure Sam is still in the kitchen, he unwraps his towel. Staring at me proudly, he shows off his rock hard erection and then covers back up before anyone else sees him. Laughing, he runs his hand through his hair and asks, "So, do you want to be dessert?" Lickin
After relaxing in the bath this morning, I slather rose fragranced lotion on my skin to make it ultra soft. I have to do something to calm myself, because now Brad is treating me like a prisoner in my own home. Last night, I went to go ride Nelly and he demanded to know where I was going. Glaring at him, I answered, "None of your business. Since when am I a prisoner here? I shouldn't have to answer to you for my actions. Certainly not since you don't care about me at all, just how things look." At that, he walked out and didn't come back till this morning. Early around 7, I heard him slam the door shut and march to his room with heavy feet. Till now, I haven't dared to leave my room and as soon as I find an outfit to wear, I will go visit with Marissa in the kitchen. Brushing my hair, I work out all the snarles and then put my hair up in a braid before dressing. While I look around my closet, I wonder
I manage to escape the house without Brad noticing and run to the stable. Hoping that Dean is there, I look all over for him but don't see him anywhere. Strolling over to Nelly, I brush her down and rub her nose. When she snorts, I produce an apple from my pocket to give her. Before I am able to give it to her, I feel hands circling my hips and turning me around. Ready for a fight, I tighten my fists and put them up to hit Brad if necessary, but he isn't the one with a grip on me. Instead, I am face to face with Dean. Or I should say, face to chest. Tilting my chin up, I stare into his eyes as he leans down to kiss me. His grip on my waist tightening and raising me up, so I can wrap my legs around his. Once my legs are crossed behind his back, he lowers his hands to my butt and leans me up against the wall of the stall. Rubbing his nose on mine, he snickers and nods his head at Nelly.&nbs
Not knowing what to do with myself the rest of the day, I call Nicole. "So, when are you coming to visit? Brad has me under house arrest and I need so badly to hang out with you. Besides, something interesting has happened and I think I might be in love." Screaming over the phone, "Girl! You are what?" "O.K., calm down. First of all, I need to tell you what happened to me today." After taking a deep breath and exhaling, I recount everything from the day to her. Hearing her sigh, she says, "I will be on the next plane, have a room ready for me." I automatically start laughing thinking that she is joking, but then I hear her yelling to someone in the background. When she starts talking to me again, she says, "I am dead serious. You need your best friend there right now and if I don't get to take a look at this hot ass man, I am going to get really mad. All the guys here are not hot at all