Enlightened (Red Flags) (34 page)

"And finally, in the third testing of Babygirl Miller and Damian Rossi…Damian, there is a 99.999% probability that you are the father of the child in question."

Damian's head dropped to the table as the air from the room was sucked in with it.  We all sat quiet, including Stacey, wondering how he would take the news.  When he finally lifted his head, his lowly, hooded eyes and the red flashing in his cheeks spoke the anger that his mouth was unable to formulate. 

"I'll leave you all to yourselves," the technician said.  "Mr. Rossi, if you would like to sign the birth certificate, please come by the nurse's station and we will get the paperwork to you." 

She stepped out of the room as quickly as her legs would take her.  I couldn't blame her.  The room was a tense bundle of nerves with a mixture of misery and joy.  No sane person would ever want to partake in something like this, but alas, Stacey was the culprit and to say that she was sane was a bit far-fetched.

"Damn, Rossi.  Is your pencil dick that unsatisfying that Stacey had to try and pin your kid on me?"  Jason leaned over the table, getting closer to Damian's face.  "You'll always be in my shadow, only now, you'll be carrying diapers and formula while doing it."  He curved his lips in that devilish smile that I had seen a time or two, only this time, it didn’t send unpleasant shivers down my spine.  Damian was as much of a rat as Stacey, and looking at the two of them, they deserved each other.

"See, baby.  The baby ain't mine.  Now knock off this silly divorce business and bring my Abby back home."  Jacob smiled over at Heather as if being eliminated from being the father of Stacey's baby somehow made everything okay.

Heather's head swung over to Jacob with lightning speed.  "Are you fucking delusional?" she spit out, her eyes glaring through him.  "I don't give a shit that you lucked out and didn't knock up my sister.  You slept with her.  Why the hell would I continue in this sham of a marriage with you?  You are a morally bankrupt human being and I will continue doing everything in my power to make sure that your influence over Abby is severely limited."  She jerked away from him, dusting off the spot where he'd touched her arm. 

Damian's rage was beginning to boil over and after slamming down closed fists on the table, he violently backed his chair away and tore out of the room.

"Shit.  Even he's pissed to be tied to you for life.  And he's about as low as they come."  Jason said, mocking Stacey.  I hit him on the arm and he laughed.  Shaking his head, he walked out of the room without another glance back in Stacey's direction.

"Who gives a shit if he's not the baby's father?  That doesn't mean he didn't fuck her."  Jacob said, staring holes through me.  Normally with Jacobs's words, a twinge of pain would follow shortly after, but this time, all I found was laughter.  He was so desperate to continue to drag Jason down in the mud with him that he tried planting seeds of doubt any and everywhere that he could.

"I didn't sleep with Jason," Stacey muttered, sending all necks turning in her direction.  "I haven't been with him since we finally broke things off." 

I lost all control of my breathing and my face flushed red with anger as my ears absorbed Stacey's confession.

"What the fuck do you mean you haven't been with him since you finally broke things off?  You've fabricated this lie knowing all along that there was no possible way that he was your baby's father?"  My teeth ground as I tried to contain the wrath threatening to pour out of me.

"Let's get Stacey back to her room, now ya'll," her dad said, standing and moving over in Stacey's direction.

"No," Heather interjected, catching her dad by surprise.  "No.  Cara has earned this right and she's going to fucking take it."  Quiet, submissive Heather was no more, and by the looks of things, she had shocked everyone with her forthcoming behavior.  "Let's go.  They're big girls and need to hash this out.  Let's go," she said, motioning for everyone else to leave the room.

I watched in amazement as everyone stood and left the room, all except for Stacey and me.  I had no idea what I wanted to say to her.  The words were jumbling around in my head, leaving no clear indication of the approach that I should take.  I couldn't remember a time when I was angrier with someone. I walked closer to Stacey and found myself stopping to listen to her as she once again fixed her mouth to speak.

"I know you hate me and you have every right to." 

My mind mentally agreed. 

"I've wanted Jason for as long as I could remember."  She looked up at me with somber eyes.  "When he no longer wanted me, and moved on with you, I was just so mad and hurt.  I would do anything to destroy his happiness if I couldn't be happy with him.  Damian and Jacob were two of the people he hated most, so I figured that by sleeping with them, it would get back to him, and would make him want to take what they had." 

Her justification was beginning to make my stomach roll.  If this was true, she seriously needed her head examined.

"I'm sorry, Cara.  After all is said and done, with my daughter now, I do feel guilty for everything."

Tears rolled down her face as she sat, staring at me, with soaking wet, yet, hopeful eyes.  Looking up and into my eyes, a melancholy sadness filled her face.  "I can't take any of it back; I know that.  But please, Cara, please believe me when I say that I truly regret every bit of it." 

Tears rolled down her face as she sat, staring at me, with soaking wet, yet hopeful eyes.  My breathing finally relaxed and I moved closer to her, taking a seat in the chair caddy corner to her left.  I rummaged through my brain trying to figure out what to say to her and how to say it, but nothing came to me, so I sat there, staring holes into her.

Out of nowhere, and much to my own surprise, my hand raised and quickly came down slamming against her cheek.  The pop from the sound of the impact ricocheted off the walls, halting Stacey's tears and sending her mouth gaping open.  Her hand immediately flung up to hold her beet red cheek. 

"You're a pathetic, lying, piece of shit!" I yelled.  The words were beginning to flow and I didn't stop to filter any of them.  "It's no wonder Jason wised up and got away from you.  You're an easy fuck and nothing else."

She looked into my eyes, still holding her cheek.  She moved her lips, but I quickly cut her off. 

"Who carries around this much spite that they deliberately try and ruin someone's life?  I didn't even know you.  I'd never done anything to you, and yet, you set your jealous rage on me and tried to destroy the happiness that I had built."

"In my defense, it wasn't you, per se, it was Jason, and you just so happened to be who was making him happy."

"Fuck your defense!"  I yelled, beginning to lose my self-control.  "You don't get any fucking defense.  You get no sympathy from me, none.  You've slept with all of these guys and didn't even know who your baby's father was. I'd have to assume this was all done unprotected."  I inched closer to her, wanting her to feel the intensity of my words.  "You're a two cent whore that's now brought an innocent baby into the world to deal with your fucked up bullshit."

"I will take care of my daughter.  Don't bring her into this, Cara."

"How can I not?  You brought me into it.  You knew all along that there was no way that Jason was your daughter's father, but instead of focusing on the two who had a possibility, you tried to sabotage something that you envied.  I feel sorry for your daughter.  She has a fucking snake for a mom and a dad who ran out because he isn't man enough to take care of his responsibilities." 

Tears raced down Stacey's red cheeks as she lowered her head.  Her epiphany did nothing to make me feel for her.  If anything, it only served as a catalyst for my frustrations to come spilling out of me. 

"What made you come clean?  You all of a sudden gained a conscience?"

She looked up at me.  The sadness etched in her face would have made me care if I wasn't already so pissed off.

"The guilt, I feel like its karma coming for me.  My daughter was born early and will be stuck in the hospital for a while.  I had too much time to sit and think."

"So something bad had to happen to you for you to all of sudden gain a conscience?  You're a serious piece of work."

I slid back my chair and stood to leave.  Stacey stayed put, but watched me as I walked over to the door.

"I hope your daughter will be okay.  She doesn't deserve any sort of punishments because she was unlucky enough to be born to a piece of shit excuse for a mother like you." 

Before Stacey could fix her lips to say anything further, I stepped out of the room and closed the door behind me. 

My head rested against the wall as I closed my eyes and exhaled a long, slow breath. 

A soft hand caressed my face, breaking me from my thoughts. 

"You alright?"  Jason asked, smiling down at me.  "You know, these rooms aren't sound proof."

My hand shot up over my mouth.  "Whoops!  I got a little carried away."

"I wouldn't say that.  In your defense…" Jason said, grinning wide at me.  "Let's get out of here."

"Where is everyone else?"  I asked, looking around and finding none of his family or the Millers. 

"I don't know and I really don't care.  I want you, naked, and in my bed."

"You mean
our
bed?"  I playfully asked, sending Jason's eyebrows arching.

"You mean it?"

I used my index finger to tap my lips.  "Yes, but I get to cut that hair.  I can't take it anymore."

"Shit, you can BIC me for all I care."

He scooped me up in his arms and hurried us out of the hospital.  I hadn't seen this level of excitement in Jason since I had been with him.  Freeing himself from the tangled web of lies and deceit had uncovered the man that I knew was right for me.  He was happy, excited, but still a bit rough around the edges. 

He was perfect.

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We bumped and bruised almost every wall surface as we passionately kissed and undressed one another. Jason was shirtless and was well into losing his pants as we took two more steps.  My shirt and bra started the trail of clothing from the garage door, into the house and up the stairs.  Jason breathed rough and hard as he kissed me, using his powerful tongue to ravage the inside of my mouth.  My tongue was no match for his as he deftly powered it over and around my own, leaving me no way out. 

Walking backwards until we finally bumped into the edge of the bed, Jason pulled out of my mouth and dropped to his knees where he swiftly removed my pants and panties, using his fingers to lightly trace the folds of my clit.  A low hum escaped him as he moved his mouth to my thighs, kissing his way up to my sweet spot.  Jason's fingers peeled back the lips of my clit as he lightly stroked the insides with his moist, delicate tongue.

I grabbed his hair with both of my hands, pulling tighter as he intensified his licks, sucks, and blows in and around my clit.  Soft moans escaped me as Jason used one, then two fingers to open me wide, providing access for his tongue to dive even deeper.  As he worked me, my legs began to tingle, causing me to fall back on the bed.  Jason hovered over me and licked my juices from his lips. 

"You taste so fuckin' delicious," he breathed before leaning down and using his tongue to lightly line my lips.  "Taste it."  My own tongue came creeping out of my mouth and licked where Jason had just shared my juices with me.

He removed his pants and boxers, freeing his rock hard erection that bulged and twitched at the sight of me.  A sly grin spread across my lips as I thought about the wondrous things Jason's cock was capable of doing to me.  He settled in between my legs, lightly slapping his cock against the entrance of my clit.  The more I felt his touch, the more my body longed for him.

"You want this don't you?"  Jason softly asked, continuously teasing my clit with the one thing it needed most.

"Give it to me, Jason," I whimpered.  My body squirmed with an overwhelming need to feel him inside of me.

"Patience, Gorgeous… patience."

He began swirling his hips so that his cock rubbed the entrance of clit.  I tried with sheer desperation to position myself so that his cock would just slide in, but he masterfully toyed and played with me until I was brought to a full on beg. 

"Tell me how badly you want this," he whispered seductively in my ear.

"I want it!" I yelled out.

Jason laughed.  "I'm not convinced.  Try again."

"I want it, Jason.  I want you… I need you…"

My breaths soon became pants as a soaring ache settled in the walls of my clit.  He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and because I was lost in his touch, I was helpless to fight back against him.

Jason used his muscular legs to pry mine further open.  He raised my hips and slowly, painfully, sensually, sent his powerful cock seeping into me.  A loud groan escaped me as I grabbed hold of Jason's hair with both hands.  He moved excruciatingly slow, rocking back and forth to the rhythm of his own breaths.  I swiveled my hips to try and gain more traction to quell the ache that had built inside of me, but Jason stalled. 

"Don't…" he forcefully growled.  "You just lie back and enjoy the ride."  I halted my hips on his command and he slowly began to pick up the pace.

My hands leisurely slid down his impressively toned back, finally stopping at the base of his ass.  I dug in, helping to thrust his cock in and out of me.  As Jason picked up the pace, my hips moved up and down, desperately trying to take in every inch of him.  He leaned his head down into the crook of my neck, and I took the opportunity to take his earlobe in my mouth, sending orgasmic tingles throughout his body.  A low rumble passed through him as he buried himself even further into me.  His dominating cock pounded away with brute strength.  I lay helpless to the onslaught of sensations coursing from my head to my toes.  A ripple effect traveled from wall to wall as Jason tightened his grasp on me, leaving little room for me to counter his movements. 

My legs trembled and the urge to climax overtook me.  Jason breathed short, hard breaths as my body convulsed beneath him.  He thrust one of his hands into my hair and grabbed on with great force.  Moans turned to screams as I began to lose sensation from the overwhelming strokes of his cock against my sweet spot.