Broken Heart (Broken Heart #1) (34 page)

Dave keeps trying to get him, you know. Dave’s trying to bring up some new charges against him, so Marquis hired three more lawyers from

Michael’s firm to make sure he gets off on everything. He’s getting paid a shit load of money,” Margaret whispered. 

My mouth fell open. I thought we were celebrating us. He was celebrating himself and his firm. I was a little disappointed, but I think if he wanted to celebrate his success with me, us, I was more than flattered, and this was the perfect way to do it.

“By the way, how are you feeling?” Tilly whispered as she looked at our men walking in front of us.

“Much better, thank you, my therapy session went very well,” I whispered. “That’s good. I’m so happy for him and you. I’m glad you guys were able to look past this. This could’ve been a hundred times worse.” Margaret squeezed my hand.

“You’re right…it could’ve. Thank God that it wasn’t.” I said with relief.

We all sat together as Michael’s blue-green eyes glowed in the candlelight. Oh, how I loved him. I was so happy that we were all together. I had missed those times sitting together and spending

time as a family. Even though they were rare, almost non-existent in our house, when we had that one moment, it meant the world to me. I miss you, mom…I miss you. 

Dave and Michael sat together talking about the new case, smiling, throwing daggers at each other once in a while, but laughing and drinking.

It was amicable, and that’s all I ever wanted. I felt overcome with emotion watching them sit and talk like that, and then laughing; that was just too much for me. I got up and walked over to the restroom. I needed to swallow the lump in my throat I didn’t want to ruin the night by crying.

Didn’t I learn anything from that session with Dr. Logan today? Margaret walked in after me. 

“What’s wrong?” she said as she looked at herself in the mirror fixing her hair and sliding her hands underneath her breasts to lift them.

“Nothing, I’m just so happy that Dave and Michael are on friendly terms. It touched my heart.” I wiped my tears with a tissue.

“Me, too. Let’s go back before they get suspicious,” she said anxiously.

“Margaret…do you think I’m a monster?” I stared at her, placing my arms at my side, devastated. My head lowered in shame.

“Jenesis, for God’s sake. You. Are. Not. The only one who made that decision. You were early in your pregnancy. Besides, you didn’t even go through with it. It’s over. You will have another child with Michael and he will love you more than you’ll ever know. Don’t beat yourself up, please.

I’m here if you need me, always.”

I really wanted Michael and Dave to work on their relationship. I wanted them to be more than friends because technically, Dave and Michael were the only family I had and Dr. Joe, of course.

Margaret and I walked back to the table and sat together gawking at Tilly and Eddie while they were going at it in a lover’s quarrel.

“You know they’ll make up in about five minutes and will be sticking their tongues down each other’s throats, right?” Margaret laughed as she rolled her eyes in her head. 

“I’m sure,” I said, smiling at Michael.

Michael stared at me with those beautiful eyes. I knew he wanted to come closer almost as badly as I wanted it. He extended his hand out to me as he continued to talk with Dave. I got up slowly

and sat on his lap. He smiled then lifted my hair and kissed the back of my neck. He sent shivers down my spine and a tingle between my legs. 

“Sit still…I’m trying to control the urge that wants to grow in my pants,” he whispered in my ear.

“You’re so bad…I love you,” I whispered back as I slid my ass across his lap and laughed. “I’d like to make a toast,” I stood up, “to the most successful lawyer in New York…and to the man of

my dreams…I love you…may you win this case and show them what you’re made of!” We all held up our glasses and cheered for Michael. Dave gawked at Tilly, while Michael was calling the

waiter and Eddie was staring Dave down. I could feel the tension between Dave and Eddie and I quickly broke up the party before things started to heat up.

“Michael, I think it’s time to leave. We can have our own party at home.

Let’s go,” I whispered in his ear.

“Got it. Guys, time to leave. Thanks for the celebration. Now it’s time to celebrate alone with the love of my life.” He laughed and then waived again as the waiter was approaching the table.

The waiter came with the bill and Dave snatched it out of his hand.

“I got this, Michael. Congratulations, we’ll see you at brunch,” he said opening up his wallet and pulling out some money. “Tilly, please join us on Sunday. It’s been great seeing you there these

past couple of Sundays,” he said as he walked over to kiss her on the cheek. Eddie stepped in front of him and blocked his lips from reaching her cheek.

“We don’t know if we can make it, but we’ll try,” Eddie said emphasizing the we as he smirked at Dave. Tilly felt embarrassed and walked away from Eddie. I followed her outside of the restaurant.

“Tilly, what’s going on?” I asked.

“Have you seen the way Dave’s been after me all night? This is because of Eddie cheating with that woman Cassandra. Dave used to date Cassandra, and Eddie took her away from him. Now

Dave thinks he can do the same, treat me like a piece of meat.” She started to cry and placed her hands over her face.

“There’s no way Dave is doing that; you’re wrong Tilly,” I stressed. I was tense and stared at her with my arms crossed against my chest in disbelief.

“That whore ruined my relationship with Eddie! If I would have known Dave was going to act like this, I would have never come! Never!” she shouted. Her hands were trembling, and she looked like she was going to explode.

“Let’s go baby, before I knock the shit out of that creep!” Eddie grabbed Tilly by the hand and walked away from me. My eyes glanced back and forth from Eddie to Dave, then Tilly. I knew something was coming because I knew Dave couldn’t control his mouth.

“See you soon,” Dave said with a smirk as he walked towards us.

“What’s your problem man? Just because I fucked that cheap, piece of shit of a whore you called your girlfriend, you think you could try to seduce mine? Is that it? Are you still mad she wanted a real man to fuck her instead of you!” he barked at Dave.

“You cheated on your girl, and you did fuck that worthless whore, and your girlfriend found out, and she still took you back. Who’s the real piece of shit, Eddie, Cassandra or her?” he said calmly, and that’s when shit hit the fan. Eddie pulled back his arm and swung at Dave, but before he knew

it, he was on the sidewalk flat on his back. Dave punched him so hard in the face; he didn’t even know what hit him.

“Jesus Christ, Dave! No!” I yelled. Michael came running out of the restaurant and Margaret followed.

“Dave what have you done?” Margaret cried.

“Oh, shut up! Margaret, let’s go!” He shook his head and stared at his knuckles that were red and bruised. He laughed it off and motioned to Margaret to follow him.

I was stunned when he told Margaret to shut up. He’s never been disrespectful to her in front of me. Dave’s behavior is totally out of control. I mean I knew he would hit Eddie sooner or later, but this was too much. Michael looked at me and then at Margaret.

“Margaret, we’ll take you home” Michael grabbed my hand and I grabbed Margaret’s.

“Oh that’s great. Jen, really? Where the fuck do you think you’re going

Margaret?” Dave said as he glared at us as we walked away, puffing his chest, his anger escalating.

“Dave, I’ll see you later,” I said softly. I felt terrible for Dave, but at that point, it was the right thing to do. We walked over to Tilly and Eddie. Michael placed his arm around Eddie and Margaret and I tried to comfort Tilly who was a mess.

“I can’t believe this happened. For fuck’s sake, Eddie! You let Dave sucker punch you, and you know what? You deserved it! That’s what you get for cheating on me you, bastard!” Tilly smacked

Eddie across the face so hard you could hear the pang from a block away. I gasped at her reaction and the three of us stood there with our mouths opened. I could hear Dave cackling behind me.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Eddie shouted as he held his freshly smacked cheek with his hand. Blood was still spilling from his nose from

Dave’s power punch.

“Tilly come on, you can both stay at the loft with us,” I said hugging Tilly.

“No…Margaret, do you want to stay with me tonight?” Tilly turned to Margaret wiping her tears with her hands.

“Yes…but it’s a long way home. You live so far,” Margaret said in a panic.

“You mean it’s far for him. Stay in a hotel, I don’t want to see your face!

I’m taking the Jaguar!” she yelled at Eddie.

“Michael, Jenesis, I’m sorry. Goodnight, I’ll call you.” I waved goodbye to them both. I didn’t even say a word and when I turned to look at Michael he seemed so tired and agitated from the drama, he looked like he just wanted to go home.

Dave was lingering around, witnessing everyone else scrambling to get to where they needed to go, and stood on the sidewalk alone. He was hurt and I felt awful for him. Michael called the

private car company and we waited a few minutes. Michael wrapped his arms around me and I leaned my head against his chest, paying attention to his heartbeat that was pounding rapidly. We

stepped into the car and headed home. I was exhausted from everything that just happened. It’s always in an instant that something can get from zero to sixty when Dave is around. I hated that

about him but, I loved him, too and I just wanted all of this madness to stop. Michael and I arrived at the loft and I stopped to kiss him before we entered. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked.

“I’m sorry about tonight. Dave’s a good man, really he is,” I whispered.

“Jenesis, Dave needs to control himself. He’s out of control…with everyone.”

“I know, I just wanted to say, I’m really proud of you.”

“Let’s go upstairs, I’m tired, and I have to go to the office tomorrow.”

“Okay.” I didn’t push the conversation, and I felt as if he didn’t care what I had to say. We entered the loft, and Michael sat on the couch. I went straight to the bedroom to lie down on the bed. The door swung open and Michael walked in with nothing on except his tie. 

“I was looking for my clothes, did you see them?” My eyebrows raised as I watched him approach me. Everything was out in the open for me to admire. The view was perfect, and I couldn’t pry my eyes away from his delicious, muscle-ripped, body.

“Michael, are you crazy?” I said, knowing that he was and I loved him for it.

“Crazy for you?” he said as he sat on the bed next to me lifting my hand to grab his tie.

“Michael, aren’t you tired?” I grabbed his tie and tugged it gently.

“I’m never too tired for you,” he whispered. “Now, stand up. I want to remove your clothes so we can get down to our business.” He lifted me from the bed and propped me on my feet. 

“Shoes,” he said as he slid them off of my feet, his erection growing before my eyes. 

“Dress,” he whispered in my ear as he twirled me around to unzip my dress from behind. His strong hands gripping the zipper as he slid it down my back and slipped my dress off as it fell on the floor around my feet. 

“Bra,” he uttered as he kissed the back of my head while unsnapping my bra with one hand, and stroked my breast with the other, then pinched my nipples tenderly with his fingers, making them erect. 

“Panties,” he whispered against my breasts as he planted soft, wet kisses and sucked on my nipples, then slowly slid his tongue down to my belly button and licked it with the tip of his tongue making

tiny circles around it. Michael placed his beautiful mouth on the rim of my panties, and then used his teeth to drag them down my thighs, then my legs. 

“Baby, sit.” He placed his hands on my shoulder and sat me down.

“Why?” I said practically panting like a puppy. I knew what was coming and I couldn’t control myself.

“To slip your shoes back on. You see that chair, hold on to the back of it. I want you…now,” he said firmly.

I slipped on my stilettos and walked over to the chair. Michael dimmed the lights, allowing the lights from the street to light up the room through the window. He walked up behind me, pressing

his erection against my ass and smacking it hard. He took both of his hands, wrapped them around my stomach, and then slid them between my thighs. 

“Hmmm…baby, you’re so wet.” He pushed his body up against me from behind and maneuvered his hand underneath my ass cheeks and in between my legs, and then slid his finger inside of me. 

“God baby, open your legs.” He turned me around and kneeled down, his mouth reaching my flesh, aching with pleasure at the mere sight of his lips pressing against me. I was trembling inside, eager for him to use his mass weapon of destruction, his tongue, to make me come fast and hard. “I need