Authors: K.L. Middleton,Cassie Alexandra,Kristen Middleton
Reed
“What are you doing back here?” asked my mother. “We’ve been looking all over for you.”
I cleared my throat. “What’s going on?” I asked, moving towards her, holding my jacket in front of me.
“Sela is getting out of control,” she said. “And Pastor Richie is about to start the ceremony. Come on.”
I frowned. “Sela is out of control?”
She sighed. “Yes. I’m not sure what’s going on with that girl but she’s acting rather strange.”
I nodded. “Okay, I’ll be right there.”
“She’s in the great-room. Please do something about her.” Then she turned and walked back towards the kitchen.
Sinclair pushed the door open, quietly. “Is everything okay?” she asked.
I smiled. “Oh, just the same old shit,” I said. “Sela, acting out.”
She looked away, avoiding my eyes. “We’d better get back.”
I went to her. “I want you to know something,” I said, raising her chin up to meet my gaze. “I’m not marrying Sela. There’s no way.”
She bit her lower lip. “I’m sorry.”
My eyes widened. “You have nothing to be sorry about. Meeting you has opened my eyes and turned me back in the right direction. Jesus, I’m grateful.”
“But –”
I put a finger to her lips to quiet her. “I’m not ready for marriage, especially with Sela. To be truthful, I’m not even sure why either of us wanted it to begin with. She’s not in love with me and I’m definitely not in love with her.”
She gave me a stunned look. “You don’t love each other?”
I chuckled and pulled her against my chest. “Not at all. Jesus, I’ve felt more in the last few hours with you then I’ve felt the past few months with Sela.”
She released a long sigh. “So, it’s not my fault.”
“Well, it’s your fault I’m harder than a rock, but I won’t hold it against you.”
“I’ll gladly take responsibility for that,” she whispered.
I kissed her lips and sighed. “I’d love to continue this, but if we don’t get back, Sela AND my mother are going to raise the roof.”
“We should find Jesse, too,” she said.
I smiled. “Of course. We don’t want your boyfriend getting jealous.”
“Come on, you’ve already figured that out.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Figured what out?”
She licked her lips. “That –”
“That he’s been gay his entire life and you two are trying to pull the wool over my parents’ eyes. Why, is the real question.”
“He doesn’t want your parents to know.”
“That’s what I figured. Why in the hell not?”
“He’s afraid they’ll cut out his trust fund money.”
“That won’t happen,” I said. “They have no control over that money. It was left for us by our grandparents.”
“Doesn’t he understand that?” she asked.
“I thought he did. I guess I was wrong.”
“Well, you’d better let him know.”
“No,” I said, smiling. “It’s more entertaining watching you two.”
“That’s cruel.”
“Not giving me another kiss before we go back, is what’s cruel,” I said, pulling her into my arms.
Fortunately, Sinclair isn’t cruel
Sinclair
Reed and I returned to the party, which had moved outside for Mimi and Jack’s ceremony.
“Where have you been?” asked Jesse, standing next to the sauna, drinking a wine-cooler. He didn’t appear upset in the least that I’d been gone for so long. When I noticed the cute group of young men he was standing with, I understood why.
“Sorry. Had to use the bathroom,” I said.
“Princess Puddles, should have known,” he teased. “I drank your wine-cooler by the way. It was getting warm. Sorry, sweetie.”
“No problem,” I answered. I was finished drinking for the rest of the night.
“I suppose I’d better go find Sela,” muttered Reed, his eyes scouring the crowd of people. Most were either standing around the pool or sitting at the tables, drinking and socializing. Others were playing dice or cards.
“Check the house,” said Jesse, a strange smile on his face. “She was in there with Barry Goldberg, talking about her up and coming ‘acting career’.”
Reed rolled his eyes. “Okay, thanks,”
“See you later,” I said.
He turned to me and his lips curled into a secretive grin. “I’d like to continue that discussion we had earlier.”
“I’d like that, too,” I said, my cheeks turning warm.
“Good. I’m sure we can get a little more in depth this time.”
I didn’t trust myself to answer, so I just nodded and then watched as he retreated back to house, already missing him.
“Sin, I have someone I’d like you to meet,” said Jesse, turning to a tall, handsome guy who looked familiar. “This is that actor I was telling you about.”
Ah…the actor who’d taken his virginity.
“Oh, obviously I recognize you,” I said, shaking his hand. “I loved your last movie, when you were that double-agent.”
The actor smiled and his teeth were so white, they glowed. “Thank you. Are you an actress?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“She’s my date,” said Jesse, putting an arm around my waist.
The actor stared at me, appraisingly. “Now that’s interesting. Maybe the both of you would like to join me for a drink on my yacht later?”
The look in his eyes told me he wanted us to join him for more than just a drink.
“I don’t think…” I stammered.
“She won’t be able to,” interrupted Jesse. “But I’m game.”
“Excellent,” he said, finishing his drink. “We’ll talk more about it after this so-called wedding.”
After he walked away, Jesse pulled me in closer to whisper into my ear. “Did see how hot he looked? Oh, my God, I want to jump his freakin’ bones.”
I giggled. “You’ll probably get the chance, on his
yacht
.”
He sighed. “Maybe. It kind of made me feel ookie that he wanted both of us, though. Obviously, it was for more than a measly drink.”
“I know what you mean.”
“Oh, fuck-it,” chuckled Jesse. “I’ll do him. I’ve been fantasizing about a reunion with that guy for years.”
I cleared my throat. “Speaking of that, Jesse, we really need to talk.” I wanted to tell him about the trust fund so he could relax about it.
His eyes widened. “Oh, my, my, my, sounds serious, Sin, but it will have to wait. I see two of mother’s old crony friends coming our way.” He turned towards them as they approached. “Betty and Charlotte! So glad you could make it.”
Jesse stuck with me and we mingled with some of the other guests. As the crowd became more boisterous and rowdy, I started wondering what was taking so long for the ceremony. It was getting late and I hadn’t seen Mimi or Jack around lately.
“I thought your parents were getting re-married soon,” I said to Jesse.
He looked at his watch and frowned. “Hmm…it’s getting late. Let’s go find out what’s happening with the two little lovebirds.”
I followed him through the yard and back into the house.
“George, have you seen my parents?” asked Jesse, as the butler walked out of the kitchen.
He wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. “No, sorry, sir, I’ve been in the kitchen trying to figure out what’s wrong with the water pipes, some of them are leaking.”
“Oh. Well, I’ll let mother know if we find her. Have you called a professional?” asked Jesse.
George sighed. “It’s late. We’re just going to have to live with it until the morning.”
“Oh, that sucks. Maybe you should have a drink or something, George,” said Jesse. “Relax for a few minutes.”
“If only it were that easy,” said George with a pained expression as he walked away.
“Should we check to see if Mimi is getting ready?” I said. I knew if it was me, I’d be probably be primping before the event.
“Good idea,” he said.
We walked up the stairs to his parents’ bedroom and knocked on the door, but it was quiet and nobody responded. Jesse pushed the door open and glanced inside. “Hello! Anyone alive in here?” When Mimi didn’t answer, he turned to me. “They could be in Jack’s office. It’s also through here.”
I followed him inside and stared in appreciation at Jack and Mimi’s spacious bedroom. It appeared larger than my apartment, with its built-in fireplace, large walk-in closet, and reading nook overlooking the ocean. When we reached a doorway on the other side of the bedroom, he stopped, abruptly. “Do you hear that?” he whispered.
From the grunts and moans on the other side of the door, it sounded like someone was having sex.
“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered, pulling my arm. “Wow, I thought the honeymoon happened after the wedding,” laughed Jesse.
“I guess not on the second time around,” I said, surprised that his parents were even having sex.
“Dammit,” he said, looking down at his shirt. “I must have spilled some wine on it, earlier. Why didn’t you tell me?” he pouted.
I stared at the small light-red speckles. “Sorry, I didn’t even notice it myself.”
“I’m going to my room and change, quickly. Why don’t you wait for me downstairs?”
I nodded.
“Better yet,” he said. “The library. Wait for me in there and we’ll mix ourselves a couple of cocktails. My dad keeps his expensive stash in there.”
“Sure,” I said.
He grinned. “Just stay away from the north side of the library. He keeps his smut on that side.”
I shuddered. “Good to know.”
“Seriously, he gets into some really raunchy stuff,” he said, walking back upstairs
.
That doesn’t surprise me
, I thought, as I walked downstairs to the library. I opened the door and stepped inside.
“Didn’t your mother ever teach you to knock before entering?” snapped Sela, standing next to a sofa, slipping on a pair of black heels.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, taking a step back. “I didn’t realize that anyone was in here.”
“It’s okay,” she said, straightening up. Her hair was slightly disheveled and her lips, swollen. “We’re finished now, anyway.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Finished?”
“Don’t ask,” she said, with a wicked grin. She walked over to a doorway on the other side of the room and knocked. “You’d better put your pants back on,
Reed
,” she said, loudly. “We have company.”
I felt like someone had kicked me in the stomach. He’d left me only to have sex with Sela.
“Sorry, I’ll just leave,” I said, moving towards the door.
“À bientôt!” called Sela.
What did you expect?
I thought, to myself.
Sela is his fiancée. She’s beautiful, successful, and rich. He was just using you for a quick piece of ass. Nothing more.
Like father, like son.
Sinclair
I was angry and disgusted with myself for being so naïve, so much that I didn’t even notice Pastor Richie rounding the corner, and we collided.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Pastor,” I apologized, as he grabbed my arm to help steady me.
He smiled. “It’s quite all right. It’s Sinclair, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I said, as he released my arm.
“Well, I’m glad I ran into you. I could really use someone’s help.”
“Oh?”
He pushed his glasses up higher on his nose. “Yes, you see, I brought a special gift for the ceremony and it’s very fragile. It’s so delicate, in fact, that I don’t even trust those young men parking the vehicles outside. They’re so reckless with those cars and I should hate to have anything happen to the Eddington’s gift.”
“Oh, well I can certainly help you,” I said. “No problem.”
“Thank you, Sinclair,” he beamed. “You’re such an angel.”
“I don’t know about that,” I chuckled, as we started walking towards the front door.
“Oh, you are. I can just tell with some people.”
“Hey, Sinclair!” hollered Jesse, who was just coming down the stairs. “Where you going?”
I turned around. “I’m going outside to help Pastor Richie,” I called back.
“Oh, well, okay. I’ll fix you a drink and meet you out in the back.”
“Thanks!” I hollered and turned back around to follow the pastor.
“I hope you don’t mind walking up the block,” said Pastor Richie. “I’m not going to make any of the valets drive my car back here just for a package.”
“No,” I said. “I can handle it.”
We stepped outside and one of the valet drivers handed him his keys after we explained our mission.
“You sure?” asked the handsome young Italian man, who kept smiling at me. He was younger, maybe eighteen or nineteen. “I wouldn’t want this lovely lady to break a heel.”
“I’ll be fine,” I said, returning his smile.
“Yes, we’ll be right back,” said Pastor Richie. “It won’t take long.”
“Okay. Be careful, Miss,” said the valet. “There’s a dip at the end of the driveway.”
“Thanks,” I answered.
“My, he seemed to be taken with you,” said Pastor Richie as we began walking.
“Oh,” I smiled. “I doubt it.”
“He is, believe me. I know that look.”
I didn’t answer. It didn’t matter if the valet was interested in me or anyone else at the party. I didn’t want to think about sex or men at the moment.
“Watch out,” said Pastor Richie, pointing towards the uneven road. “There’s that spot he was talking about. Here,” he held out his arm. “Hold on to me.”
“Thanks,” I said, grabbing onto his elbow as I stepped over the divot. Once we’d cleared it, I began pulling my hand back when he stopped me.
“Just keep holding on,” he said. “With those heels of yours, I’d hate to see you fall.”
“Okay, thanks, Pastor,” I said as we continued to walk. I had to admit, it felt good leaning on someone besides Jesse for a change. Besides, I needed more of a fatherly figure at the moment – someone strong and reliable. It was almost comforting.
“There it is,” he said, pointing towards his car, which was parked towards the end of the block. “Looks like I didn’t earn the VIP spot.”
“I wouldn’t have either if I’d have driven up in my two-thousand-and-four Malibu,” I said. “They probably would have told me to keep driving.”
He patted my hand. “I doubt that. You underestimate yourself. These people should be grateful that you attended their little party.”
Grateful?
He was such a sweet man.
I smiled. “Well, I don’t know about grateful, but…”
“Nonsense,” he said, as we stopped behind the trunk of his car. “Those people, the Eddingtons, are snobby ingrates who don’t understand the value of people or the true meaning of life.”
I stared at him in surprise as he turned and opened up his trunk, an angry scowl on his face. I bit my lower lip. “I –,”
“It’s okay,” he interrupted, his face softening, again, “You don’t have to pretend anymore, my love.”
My what?
I cleared my throat and forced a smile. “Um, Pastor?”
He reached out a hand and touched my cheek as I stared at him in confusion. “You are so beautiful.”
I took a step backwards. “What are you doing?”
He licked his lips. “Don’t play coy, my dear. Now, call me Michael.”
I noticed the look in his eyes, it looked anything but fatherly. “Michael?”
His eyes narrowed. “No, that’s not right. Say it
softly
…
Michael
.”
The hair on the back of my neck stood straight up. Something was very wrong with this man. I quickly glanced towards his trunk, which didn’t contain much more than a couple of pillows and a blanket. “What’s going on here?”
His lips tightened. “Isn’t it obvious? I’ve come for
you
. We can finally be together. Just like we were meant to be.”
Horrified, I turned to leave, but he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back.
“No!” I choked as his hand clamped over my mouth.
“Shh,” he whispered into my ear, holding me against his body as I tried to struggle and break free. He was
so
much stronger than he looked. “I’m sorry,” he said as his hand closed over my face, the smell of some strange chemical filling my nostrils. “Sleep, my love.”