Saviour (18 page)

He
presses End and hands the phone back to me, with a smile on his face, I stare at him with my mouth wide open.

“What?”
he shrugs, like he needs to ask. He takes a swig of his drink and shrugs again.

“Do
you not think you could have thrown in a few more fucks? Just to help get your point across”

My
facetious comment is completely lost on him. He’s smiling, but only with his mouth, his blue eyes are steely grey again and his jaw tense, I can tell that he too is pissed off.

“Fuck
him Lauren, who the fuck does he think he is? I'm not having him call you up and give you that kind of shit. Tomorrow we will go and see my lawyer and get your divorce petition up and running and then we will go and get you a new phone”

He
really has no idea how angry he would have made Jason; I haven’t heard the last of this.

And
there it is, my phone ringing again and oh what a surprise, its Jay. I give Gabe a raised eyebrow 'this is your fault’ look as I pick up.

“
You’re fucking dead to me you fucking slut” That's all he says and hangs up. Oh well, I'll take that, I actually feel grateful that he just wants to insult me and not argue. I look at Gabe and shrug. “Well apparently, I’m a slut”

“Yeah baby but you’re my slut”

We burst into laughter!

~

The next morning we are at the solicitors by 9am. It takes almost an hour to go through the divorce process and I fill in paperwork, there is basically nothing I can do other than declare that we are legally separated, he notes the separation and the fact that I now wish to be known as Lauren Day, not East; now I have to wait. Next I go to the bank and notify them of my new address and am promptly notified by the bank that all my cards have been cancelled and my name has been removed from mine and Jay’s joint accounts. Great! Bastard! And just to top it off, Gabe appears to be quite happy about all of this and insists that we go to his bank and get my name added to his account. No way, way too soon for that.

Next
we go off to get me a new phone. Why I need a new phone is beyond me but Gabe is insistent, he takes care of this and adds me onto his business account.

I'm
self-conscious walking along Main Street. Partly because of my now fading bruises on my cheek and under my eye but also in case I bump into anyone I know. Gabe’s holding my hand tightly and we are obviously a couple, if we do bump into anyone I know, they will unlikely be aware that I've left Jay, let alone that I'm now shacking up with Gabe

“You
wanna grab a coffee?” he asks

“Sure”
In for a penny, in for a pound, I think to myself. We then really live dangerously and go to the supermarket and do a food shop together. This is actually an eye opener as I can't help but notice the second looks and stares Gabe gets from women, of all ages; he on the other hand appears completely oblivious, that or he's just learned to ignore it. It’s so nice doing such normal things, our whole relationship has sped along at such a ridiculous rate, we have skipped the ordinary and dived head first straight into the extraordinary, so today, as dull as it sounds, is special to me, it’s our first day of being a couple, just an ordinary couple, out doing the food shop together, except one of us looks dead set like a male model and turns the heads of most women, and quite a few men, where ever we go!

We
head home and on entering the house I can smell bleach and look across at Gabe, I don’t remember him using bleach before we went out.

“I
smell bleach; did you clean something before we went out?” I ask him with a frown

“Ahhh
no, aww it’s Wednesday, Sally would have been”

“Sally
?”

“Yeah,
she’s my cleaning lady, comes every Wednesday, cleans my floors, bathrooms and changes the sheets. Is that a problem, do you want me to cancel her?”

“God
no, Sally sounds fantastic, sheets, floors and bathrooms, perfect, Sally can have them all” I say with a smile. A cleaning lady, fanbloodytastic!

We
have a normal, uneventful evening. I talk to the boys on the phone and ask them not to give their dad my new number, I then text my new number out to just the people I know I can trust, with a message explaining that Jay and I have separated and I would prefer if this new number was not disclosed to him. I receive a few messages and calls from friends wanting to know that I'm okay and if there's anything they can do, all of that type of thing, I am grateful but I'm not yet ready to have full on conversations with everyone, apart from my girls of course.

We
sit at the computer while Gabe messes with my play list on my phone, taking it off my old phone and syncing it all to my new iPhone, Gabe, laughing at my varied taste in music.

“
How can you switch from Eminem to Neil Diamond to Luther Vandross to Tinie Tempah?” He asks.

“
Because I can. Isn't that the point of iPods and iPhones, you can have exactly the mix you like” I shrug, “I like what I like”

“
Bing fucking Crosby! Are you sure?” He's laughing again.

“Oi,
leave my taste in music alone. I like White Christmas, reminds me of England”

I've
always thought I had great taste in music but apparently not!

We
spend the rest of the evening listening to old songs and me showing him the dance moves that went with them back in the day. He lies on the floor with a cushion under his head watching me and laughing. When I am worn out from dancing I straddle him and lean in for a kiss.

“It’s
so good to hear you laugh” He says into my neck

“Well
get used to it, you make me happy so I intend doing lots of laughing”

“Good,
I’m glad you’re happy, I’m happy too but if you were to pull down my jeans, sit on my cock, wiggle your arse and jiggle your tits like when you were just dancing for me I would be over the fucking moon” Those eyes are now doing their thing and once they join forces with his smile, I have no chance.

“Awwwww
baby, you are so romantic, how have I survived so long without you in my life” I say it with a very serious look on my face

“I
know, I know baby. Like my cock, it must have been hard”

Neither
of us can keep it serious any longer as he thrusts his hips into me and then flips me over onto my back as I scream with laughter.

~

Friday morning we wake to a beautiful, warm, sunny morning and sit outside and drink our coffee. Yesterday was a day of action and of attempting to move on and I feel better about things.

I
have left my old phone switched on but have kept it on silent. I check it while I drink my coffee. I have a number of missed calls and voicemails from Jay, all abusive, threatening to find out where I am, who I'm with and telling me what he's going to do to him when he finds out. This is getting boring now. Then I notice a message from someone I did work for on their home in Toorak, Karen, she wants me to call her regarding some work, it’s already after nine so I do exactly that. Gabe is watching me intently as I pace up and down the veranda as I speak. She's bought a new holiday home up at Red Hill and wants me to do the interiors for her. I get the address and arrange to meet her up there the following day. I end the call and hold the phone to my chest, twisting from side to side at my hips. I'm so pleased, work and it will be well paid work too. I'm so glad I thought to grab my portfolios from, what should I call it now, from where I used to live?

“Well
?” Gabe asks smiling at me.

“I
have a job and it’s a pretty big job and it’s local. The properties up at Red Hill and I said I would meet Karen, the client, up there at eleven tomorrow, would you be able to take me?” I ask

“Depends”
he says with a shrug

“
On what, sorry do you have plans? I should of asked you first” shit, it’s the weekend, is his daughter coming to stay. I'm not used to having to rely on anyone else for a lift, I've been driving myself for almost thirty years. He interrupts my thoughts

“No
Lauren, stop stressing, no plans, I was going to say, depends on whether you let me take you to lunch today to celebrate, now, come here and let me kiss you, you clever girl” Awwww, when he says things like this, I just want to scream out loud with happiness, little words, small gestures, he just makes me so happy, I go and sit on his lap and we kiss, gently at first, then more passionately and my excitement turns to arousal. Filled with confidence from my job offer, I'm feeling very brave. I stand, take his hand, and lead him back to the bedroom. He's wearing just his jocks; I'm in just a bath robe. We stand to the side of the bed. My heart is racing, I've got him here, but I'm not really sure what to do with him, well I am, it’s whether I’m brave enough to go through with it. He undoes my robe letting it fall open and pulls me towards him by the lapels and we kiss again, his hands move inside and I watch him as he looks down at my nakedness under the robe. I can see his cock twitch through the thin material of his undies and it turns my stomach into knots just thinking that he gets hard, for me! Is it for me, or is it just a morning hard on? He licks his top lip and swallows hard.

“Look
what you do to me Lauren”

I
smile shyly, for crying out loud, take the compliment, show him how confident you can be, but it’s too late, that little voice in my head has spoken and suddenly my bravery has gone and I feel so self-conscious, without thinking, I cross my legs. He looks down at me, his eyes are almost violet in colour, burning so brightly with desire it makes me clench and tighten everything below my waist, I have to blink a couple of times to regain my composure.

“
Don't close your legs, don’t hide from me, open them, I want to see you, all of you” He slides the robe off my shoulders and it falls to the floor. Oh God, I am so glad the blinds are still down so that the bedroom is only in half light, I don’t think I would be able to stand here in front of him, naked like this otherwise.

“Never
hide from me, I love seeing you naked, you look exactly as a woman should, only with better tits” He says with a smile as he looks down at them.

He
holds my boob between his thumb and index finger and brings his mouth down to meet my nipple. Ahhh Jeeeezus, that feel good. He flicks his tongue over and around it, making it hard and sensitive to everything he does. I'm so turned on; my other nipple reacts the same way, without even being touched. He cups me between my legs and pushes his finger inside me

“
Fuck Lauren, You could cut glass with these babies and you’re so wet” he whispers

Is
this a good or a bad thing, am I too turned on?

“
I love the fact I make you this wet, that you get this turned on by me, I've barely touched you” So it's a good thing then, he likes me wet, good job really, because I have no control where he’s concerned.

He
pulls his finger out of me and into his mouth, closes his lips around it and sucks. He then kisses me on the mouth, pushing his tongue in and around mine and I can taste myself. I don't know if I'm swept away with the moment or just feeling brave but I drop slowly to my knees. I pull down his trunks and his erection springs free, he steps out of them. I push him back on the bed so he's sitting and he leans back with his arms behind his head. I look up as I take him first in my hand and then into my mouth. I suck and draw him in all the way to the back of my throat, then bring my lips back up to his tip, flicking and swirling my tongue around and under his skin and over the tip, into the hole at the end, I can taste him already. His hands move to my hair as he hisses through his teeth

“
Fuck Lauren that feels good, do that again, that thing with your tongue, please baby”

I
keep looking at him. I love the way he doesn’t hesitate in telling me that he wants more of something, or that he likes what I’m doing to him. I can't believe I'm responsible for how turned on he is, I actually feel a little surge of, what, what is it? Power? Run through me. That's what it is, power, I have the power to do this to him. I never realised before now, what a turn on it is to turn my man on. His hips buck and I move my hand up and down his length at the same rhythm as I move my mouth, my other hand squeezes and massages his balls. He's moaning and saying my name, making me brave enough to take him deeper and deeper, the more turned on he looks, the more I want to turn him on .

“
Lauren, Lauren I'm gonna come baby, I'm gonna come, look up at me, I want to see your face” I hold on to either side of his hips and take him in as deep as I can without gagging, determined to see this through to the end . I want to watch him, as much as he wants to watch me, I want to see his face and the look in his eye when I make him come apart, I need to see this. He doesn't take his eyes from mine. His mouth is open and he's just about holding on, I feel him tense as he calls  “Lauren fuck, fuck Lauren” And then in just a whisper, “Bambino cosi buono”