The Truth Behind The Lies (18 page)

“Thank you.” I smiled at Gretchen.

I walked the hall until I got to his double doors. I entered without knocking. Bash was sitting behind his desk on his landline. I took a seat on his couch as his eyes followed me. He talked business with someone. I didn’t mind. Just being here with him was enough for me.

It was just like we reached some invisible milestone in our relationship.

Bash wrapped up at work. He came back home with me. We ate and watched a little TV. This time he slept in bed with me instead of on the couch. He snuggled in between my legs and fell asleep there with his face in my pussy. This guy right here.

This…us…feels right.

SEBASTIAN

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SATURDAY
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I woke up in bed next to Nina. I was more like entangled in her body. Actually my face was buried in her snatch. I love that smell of her warm tangy pussy. It smells like a cum-pot filled with fresh rainwater. I love that smell. I remember waking up in the middle of the night. I recall unfolding her pussy lips. I sucked her clit until she came. I don’t think Nina really woke up completely. She grinded her hips into my face and only stopped when she reached her peak. I don’t think she remembered it. She probably thought it was a dream.

How I managed to keep my cock from entering the tiny little gap between her thighs was even puzzling to me. I was erect half the time I was near her. Having a semi erection had come to be the norm for me. When I get the chance to fuck her I am going to rip her tight wet pussy to shreds. Seeing her, smelling her, tasting her, drives me crazy.

She is going to beg me to get off her. But I won’t. I deserve more than a piece of her chocolate cream pie. I deserve it all. I earned the right to savor it. Enough with my lustful thoughts.

We went to breakfast. She had errands and I did too. We parted ways around noon. She knew I would be back later. I couldn’t stay away long. I need to see her everyday. I’m not sure why? Maybe she makes my day brighter. As stupid as it sounds, I may have imprinted on her. Funny.

I went home and went for a jog around the neighborhood. I could get in at least three miles if I push myself. I had been slacking a bit since I met Nina. Sometimes I over did my workouts, other times I took a pass. These were the thoughts I had jogging around the neighborhood.

A voice called out to me and made me stop when I was a few blocks from my home.

“Hey Mr. Vandervol.”

It was Marjorie. She was sixteen now but she looked a bit older. “Marjorie.” Teen girls wore too much makeup.

“I haven’t seen you running in a long time.” She grinned.

I remember how cute she was as a toddler. Now I don’t have any thoughts of her.

“I usually run at home, treadmill.” I wiped the sweat from my face with a lift of my shirt. Her eyes went right to my chest and abs. I shouldn’t have done that. It was weird and gross being ogled by a kid.

“How’s Jax?”

“He’s good.”

“My mom will not let me go to his shows. She doesn’t know I’ve already been to a few.” She giggled. “Jax is so unbelievably talented.” Her eyes glazed over every time she said my son’s name.

Listening to her swoon over my son was sickening. She should stay as far away from Jax as humanly possible. Jax isn’t such a bad kid. He’s just a bit advanced. She is underage and he may behave as a kid at times but he is a very experienced man. Sixteen year olds are off limits. I hope he knows that.

“Mr. Vandervol, does Jax have a girlfriend?”

“Huh?”

“A girlfriend?”

“Ah yeah I think so?”

“Is it that groupie Asian girl? She’s at all his shows.” She glared.

“I think so.” I knew it was so. Soung practically lives at my house. Why hurt this girl’s feelings? She really seems to have a crush on my son.

“Ugh! They make a terrible couple.” She groaned.

“Marjorie you know you’re sixteen.” I hope I had her age right. I didn’t really keep up with that sort of thing.

“Yes sir I know that but the legal age of consent is right around the corner. It will be here before you know it. I’ll be seventeen in a few months.”

“Marjorie you’re a good girl. You should be careful.”

She chuckled. “Girl?” She questioned my assessment of her. “Look at the size of my tits.”

I did the exact opposite. I kept my eyes on her overly made up face.

“Mr. V you are such a good guy. You haven’t looked at my tits this entire time. There is no way those things people say about you are true. Fuck what my mom says, I know you’re innocent. She is so full of shit. She acts like they had DNA on you or something.”

Are people still talking about me? Now what do I say to ease out of this conversation. “Thank you for your vote of confidence.” A vote that doesn’t matter because she is too young to have an opinion on adult matters.

“I’ve had a crush on your son since I was six years old. If you weren’t three hundred years old I would have a crush on you. You are one sexy old dude.”

I frowned. That took me by surprise.

“Mr. V you know you’re a hot old man. Jax is younger, cooler and fronts a rock band. So if you were thinking about going through a midlife crisis and getting you a young girl. You could totally pull that off. Not me of course I heart Jax. You could totally get whoever you wanted.” She bounced on her heels, extremely proud of her assessment of me.

Confusion hit me. My sweaty face caught fire.

“Mr. V, I’m only kidding. You’re turning red.”

I quickly regained my composure. Why did I let a teen get me flustered? I turned to see Mrs. Crastor, Marjorie’s mother walking down her driveway to the sidewalk.

“Shit! Here comes the dragon lady?” Marjorie mumbled about her mother.

I don’t need this headache. All I was trying to do was go for a run.

Marjorie’s mother was the nosiest most self-righteous bitch Cedar Creek Estates had ever known. Mrs. Paula Crastor stopped in front of me. She crossed her arms over her chest in a defensive posture.

“Marjorie, what are you doing out here? You have homework” She was talking to her kid but looking at me.

“I was talking to Mr. V.” She corrected. “Mr. Vandervol. I saw him jogging by. I hadn’t seen him in awhile. He wasn’t at our last barbecue.”

I was never invited. My invitations seem to always get lost in the mail. It’s been standard practice for years now. Young Marjorie new what she was doing. She was hell bent on aggravating her mother. I didn’t want any part of it.

“So you saw Marjorie and decided to stop?” She was talking to me now.

Crazy Bitch! What was she insinuating?

“No, mother I stopped him.”

“Oh so you didn’t continue to jog by?” She had her evil suburban housewife glare trained on me.

I hate this bitch. She tried to get me removed from this gated community. A community I helped to create. I was one of the first houses built here. There was me, a senator, two doctors, a dentist and a toy company CFO. I make more than ninety percent of the residents in Cedar Creek. She led the rally to have me removed but my lawyers chewed her up and feed her to pitbulls.

“I thought that would be rude, Paula.” I choked her name up like cough syrup.

“Marjorie go inside.” Her disobedient daughter didn’t bother to move. “Marjorie!”

“Later Mr. V.” The teen waved at me before she trotted up the driveway toward the house.

“You have some nerve being anywhere near my home. You know how I feel about you.”

“Yes I do. You have made that abundantly clear on various occasions that didn’t quite warrant your devious behavior and malicious intent.”

“I would never believe anything that comes out of your mouth.”

“Well it’s a good thing I don’t care. If you drag my past out again I will destroy you. Your husband will lose more than his job this time.”

She gasped like I killed her cat. She never knew I was the one that fucked up her façade of a happy home. She was so unceremoniously focused on me. When her husband lost his job she had to focus all her attention on her crippling family crisis. I got him canned. I did that. I got her son pulled over for a DUI just to cause her a little more stress. His driver’s license was suspended. I don’t regret it. I don’t fight fire with fire. I fight fire with earth and wind.

“Stay away from my daughter.”

“With pleasure. Paula you just make sure you keep your big mouth shut.”

“You can’t tell me what to do.”

“They are laying people off at Gravistar. I know the CEO. He’s a golf buddy.” Gravistar was her husbands new company. His six-figure dream that I decided to let him have. It took him awhile to get another job. They even were on welfare after I made sure he was canned. They had to take money from their kid’s college funds just to get by. They were still trying to get out of debt. She didn’t think I knew that.

“You got my husband fired?”

“I can do it again.”

“You admit it. Get away from my house, get away from us.”

“With pleasure.”

“I can see who you really are. I wish Caroline would have known the monster she married before it was too late.”

“Fuck you Paula.” I jogged away before she could make another feeble attempt to insult me.

All I wanted to do was go for a run. I need to see Nina. She makes me forget this bullshit. I ran up my circular drive and I went into the house. I planned to go straight upstairs to the shower but Parker was sitting at the bottom of the staircase. I could just walk past him if he wasn’t sitting smack dab in the center.

Fuck! I think he’s crying. I stood in front of him and he didn’t bother to look up at me. I guess he preferred staring at my running shoes.

“Parker!” I only heard his whimpers. “Parker why the fuck are you crying?”

“Because.” He finally looked up at me.

“Because, why? What?”

“I fucking got dumped.”

“What?”

“I got fucking dumped on a fucking text message.”

“By a another guy?”

He rolled is eyes at me. I guess it’s obviously another guy. That was a stupid question. This kid is gay.

“I don’t even understand what I did. I really thought he loved me.”

This is awkward. I don’t even know what to say. I took the seat next to Parker on the steps.

“I’m sure you didn’t do anything. Guys are assholes. Young guys are real assholes. You know that right?”

“I know.” He sniffled and wiped the tears from his eyes. “I just thought he was different.”

“Well Parker, different is hard to find. Where is Jax?”

“He’s busy. He’s in rehearsal and I wasn’t going to interrupt him with my problems.”

“Well that’s nice but maybe he can say the right things to make you feel better.”

“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t like this. I wish I liked girls. I think things would be so much easier.”

“Women, it would be worse.”

Parker chuckled as he sniffled. “You’re probably right.”

“I know I’m right.” I patted him on the back. “What was this loser assholes name that dumped you by text.”

“Chase.”

“Fuck Chase! It’s his loss. There are plenty of gay guys at the gym. Get a fucking membership and stop being a crybaby.”

“Oh my Peter Parker.” I heard her whiny nasal voice before I saw her face. Her thick Chinese accent almost made it impossible to decipher the words she said. Soung had rushed in through the foyer. She was headed right toward Parker. He started crying all over again when he noticed her.

Parker stood and Soung took the distraught young man into her arms. I sat there a minute. Parker was crying into her shoulder as she rubbed his back.

My work here was done. I’m not good at this stuff and apparently Soung is the person to go to when there is a crisis in this household. Who knew?

I stood and turned my back on the drama. I walked upstairs and went to my bedroom. I miss Nina so much.

SEBASTIAN

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SUNDAY
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Maybe I should have told my mother I was bringing a guest. But what fun would that be. I’ve only officially brought one woman to meet my mother. That was Caroline.

My mother never liked Caroline. Sure she pretended to like her. I knew my mother well. She secretly despised Caroline. I have no idea how she will feel about Nina. I wished I valued my mother’s opinion more when I was a young man. I always thought my father was smarter. Now I’m wise enough to know the value of a woman’s opinion, a woman’s intuition.

My father was very important to me growing up. All I wanted to do was make him proud and immolate his greatness. Now that he’s gone I’m left with the memories good and bad. I’m left with the ever-present need to be me, the man I truly am without living in the shadow of my father.

I spent last night with Nina. Her place was nice. I had a fondness for sleeping with her. We hadn’t had sex but I still loved the comfort she brought to me. I adored her sweet floral scent. She really does smell delicious, all over. Especially in that hidden pocket between her legs.