The Wrong Side of Midnight (5 page)

Chloe pulled her face away from his and looked into his eyes. She felt him reach behind her neck and slowly pull the ties. The top fell away and exposed her breasts to this man she didn’t even know. She watched as his fingers gently fondled them, fitting perfectly in his hands. His callouses were rough, but a passion was sailing through her. She knew then, that there was hope for her.

He looked back up and stared in her eyes. What he saw changed him. She wasn’t greedy, mean,
demanding…all she wanted was someone to love her. Was it possible? Matthew let his hands slide down her back, and slowly, one side at a time, undid the ties at her hips. He let his hands rest on her soft bottom and then gently lifted her.

Chloe kept her eyes on his. When she felt her bathing suit float away, she had no fear, no reservations, no second guesses. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He watched her face carefully for any sign that she wanted to stop, and all she could do was smile a little.

Matthew lifted her up on the edge of the pool and kissed her smooth legs. He rubbed and slowly kneaded her thighs. “Lay back for me,” he whispered.

Chloe leaned back and let her eyes focus on the stars, as this strong man gently moved her legs around his shoulders and slowly licked her center. He found her small peak and moaned when he felt her body move and her back bow some. As sensitive as she was, he knew she’d never been touched there. Again and again, Chloe’s hips rose with passion. She quietly called out in the soft breeze, sounds of freedom, desire, and Matthew’s name, like he’d never heard it spoken before.

Matthew lifted her back in the water and kissed her mouth with such hunger. He delivered his moans just for her to catch.
Catch me.
He felt her legs wrap back around his waist, and he gently slid inside of
her. He heard Chloe slightly gasp, but she took all of him in. He froze in that moment and just stared at her face.
I never want to forget this.
She ran her hands through the back of his hair and pulled his mouth to her. He began to slowly move inside of her warmth, as the water helped to rock this beautiful woman. Matthew pulled his mouth back when he felt her beginning to tense. He watched her as he let his heat splash inside her. He filled the darkness with her name, filled them both full of hope.

“Chloe…” Matthew whispered before taking her mouth back to his.

They held each other in silence, each feeling their own wounds heal. They stayed embraced like lifelines. Chloe lifted her head off his shoulder
and looked at his face. She could tell how tired he was. She held his hand and walked him to a hammock, and then grabbed a blanket from the pool house. They spooned, while Matthew held her with such tenderness. They didn’t even say goodnight.
It still was.

When Matthew was sure Chloe was sound asleep, he quietly got up and put his clothes on and walked down the driveway. The security guard waved to him while he opened the gates. Matthew reached his truck, and luckily it started the first time without even a back fire. Looking up at the neighbor’s roof, he knew he’d be a zombie at work. Matthew rolled
his window down, while he smiled at what the new day might bring. Something inside of him had come back to life, and all the despair went right out the window…along with the sour memories of Josie.

∞  ∞  ∞  ∞

Lois arrived at seven to make breakfast and was quick to notice the men’s swim trunks lying by the pool. “Since when does Edmund swim?”

Chloe opened her eyes when she heard the patio doors open. “Well, Edmund is…Edmund,” was all that she could say. She hated not being upfront with Lois but for now, she
wanted to enjoy these feelings without them being tainted. Wrapping the blanket around her naked body, Chloe could feel Lois staring at her as she walked away. The hammering was strong, and she had to hurry and go to another room. Her smile would have given her away immediately. All she wanted to do was live in her memories. Slowly she made her way to her room and crawled into bed, wishing Matthew was still wrapped around her.

Chapter 4

Becky arrived in the morning at nine, giving her friend evil grins while she watched her brush her hair. She could tell there was something different about Chloe but was determined to avoid drawing conclusions.

“Let's walk down to the beater car, Beck." Hopefully no one had it towed.

“Where are we going?”

“Shopping.
Lots of shopping.”

“Oh, I love to shop!”

Chloe called Sherry to make sure the apartment was available to
move in today. She was excited to have her and said the apartment had been cleaned, repainted, and had new carpet installed. Chloe couldn’t thank her enough.

She put on her sneakers and talked rapidly to Becky. “We’ll have to go to the thrift shop, because they’ll have everything I need for the apartment.”

“A. Thrift.
Shop.”

“Come on, Beck. It’ll be fun. We’ll have to call a company and get movers or something. I don’t know how this works, but it has to get done today.”

“Wait a minute. Did you sleep with him?”

“Let’s just say, the pool will never be the same…”

Chloe was halfway down the stairs when the
Coach
label on her purse caught her eye. Running back upstairs, she dug around until she found a passable bag and then headed through the gates with Becky. When she informed the guards they were going for a run, the men were quick to notice Becky’s heels but didn’t say a word. Who knew what young women did these days?

Chloe and Becky were relieved to see the car still sitting where they'd left it. They had to drive past the guesthouse next door, but luckily the work crew was on the opposite side of the roof. It was necessary that
Matthew didn’t see them in the new car. He was still unaware Chloe had purchased it.

“What are you going to tell Lois when she realizes you no longer live at the house?”

“I’m going to be staying at your place for a few months. We’ve done it in the past, but for shorter durations. Besides, Lois would never rat me out.”

“I hope your parents don’t end up calling me for information.”

“When was the last time my parents spoke with you in person or otherwise?”

“Your engagement party, and before that….uh…”

“Right.
That’s my point.”

Pulling up at the thrift shop, Chloe busted out laughing at Becky’s emotional meltdown.

“Becky…”

“What?!
Seriously, this is unsafe.” Becky began removing her jewelry and stuffing her purse under the seat.

“Are you afraid you’re going to get mugged or something?”

“I just think I’ll look ridiculous going inside that store wearing thousands of dollars’ worth of jewelry. Lock the doors!” Becky walked around to all four doors making sure they were locked.

Chloe was rolling in laughter. “You look petrified. The best thing to do to avoid being attacked is act
confident. Besides, no one knows that your jewelry is real. You seriously need to relax.”

“I’ll relax when we’re out of here.” Becky grabbed Chloe's hand and made a run for the store.

Chloe was like a child in a candy store. The thrift shop sold just about everything she’d need, but they’d definitely have to hire movers. She got lucky after calling the fourth moving company and found out they weren’t booked for the afternoon. She hired them to come to the store and haul items directly out to the truck. After much convincing to the manager that she could pay for everything, Chloe
pulled the crumpled list of things she’d need from her pocket, and off she went through the aisles. Becky stayed very close behind, frequently looking at the large front window to check on the car.

It only took a couple hours for Chloe to pick out the items she wanted. The last item she picked out was a bed.

“You’re not actually going to sleep on that, are you?”

“No, Becky. Even I have limits! I’m using the frame, but I’ll buy a new mattress.” She didn’t know what was more fun, this move, or watching her friend.

They drove to a local department store and purchased some off-brand items she’d need. When they pulled away, the car was stuffed full of pots, pans, dinnerware, towels, washcloths, and other odds and ends. With a wide smile, Chloe drove to her new home. Becky was a wreck as soon as they left the suburbs.

“Drive faster, Chloe, I mean it!”

“Relax. You’re going to hyperventilate.”

Chloe did pick up her speed a little after crossing the tracks. It wasn’t out of fear, it was from pure adrenaline, pure excitement.

With some financial incentive, the movers followed the girls to other stores and loaded items up. They worked hard and efficiently once they arrived at the apartment. Becky bought her a small table and chairs for her balcony, which overlooked a vacant lot. With sweaty brows, the girls sat on the slightly worn sofa and fanned their faces.

“Becky, I’m starving.” When she opened the refrigerator door, she began cracking up. “We forgot to buy food!”

They drove to a decent sized grocery store about three miles away and stocked up on everything she thought a kitchen needed. After putting the items away, Chloe looked
around and saw the place as a real home.

“It feels really weird not living in a museum.”

“Hey stop bragging! I still live in one but I love it. I couldn’t imagine myself living without all the perks of wealth. But I’m happy for you, Chloe. I’m really, really happy.” She hugged her friend closely.

“I couldn’t have done this without you. But we need to fly back to the house so Matthew doesn’t find the need to pop over to the museum without me there.”

Matthew was walking to his truck to change his shirt when John approached him.

“Are you doing okay, Matt?”

“Sure am. Why?”

“You haven’t said two words today, and you’ve been way happier than I’ve ever seen you.”

“My lips are sealed.” Matthew smiled.

“It’s a girl, isn’t it?! Oh my God. You hooked up with that blonde next door…”

“Her name is Chloe. I don’t want to say anything I’ll regret, but she’s different,
ya
know? I didn’t want to leave her last night, and I can’t wait to see her today.”

“I take it that stopping by Cars on the way home is out of the question,” laughed John.

“I’ve never been so excited to fly home and jump in the shower in all my life.”

“I’m so happy for you, man. If anyone deserves it, it’s you.”

Chloe and Becky spotted Matthew by the truck when they drove around the bend. Chloe pulled up beside his pickup so she could stay pretty much hidden from nosey neighbors and the house staff. She couldn’t be caught dead in this car.

"Hey, good
lookin
'!" Matthew bent down and kissed Chloe on the cheek and said hello to Becky.

"I have a surprise for you, Matthew. I'm all moved in, so you can stop by my apartment this evening if you're not busy." Chloe could feel the butterflies returning.

"I would break any plans I had just to come and see you."

Becky couldn't stop smiling at the entire encounter. She has never seen her best friend this happy.

After some small talk, she drove around the bend to drop Becky off out of the sight of the guards, and with pure excitement, Chloe drove to her new home.

∞  ∞  ∞  ∞

She took a long, hot shower and then sat on the balcony. She knew she should eat something, but her stomach was in knots. This was a fairytale she didn't want to end. Chloe just wished she didn't have to lie in order to be happy. Hopefully Matthew would forgive her and be understanding. For her, it was worth the risk. Having Matthew in her life for only a short time was better than never having known him at all.

She walked back inside and looked around. The apartment was only a third the size of her bedroom at the mansion. She was startled out of her deep thoughts by a soft knock at the door. Peering through the peephole, she saw his beautiful face and let him in.

"
C'mere
." Matthew said, as he wrapped her up in his strong arms and carried her to the kitchen. He sat her on the counter and kissed her like he hadn't seen her in months. "I don't think I've ever missed anyone as much as you in my entire life."

"Matthew," Chloe whispered as her body began to melt. "I've thought about you all day."

Matthew looked at her with an unguarded heart.

Chloe stared back with overwhelming guilt over her deception.
I can't believe I lied to him like this…

∞  ∞  ∞  ∞

Chloe was ecstatic to find out Matthew lived only four doors down from her. He came over every evening after showering and fixing dinner for his father. He wished he could stay with her all the time, but scaring her off wasn't an option for him and neither was leaving his father to fend for himself. There was no way he could afford a live-in to care for him. They sat at Chloe's small table and shared takeout, or snuggled on the couch and talked. They were learning so much about one another. With everything Matthew shared, the last thing she ever wanted to do was hurt him. They hadn't made love since the night at the pool. Matthew wanted
Chloe to know that he wasn't with her just for sex. He struggled frequently to keep his urges under control, but he was determined to make her know he wanted more.

One evening after Matthew came home from work, he bent to kiss her like he always did, but then his words stuck in his throat.

"Are you okay, Matthew? It seems like something's bothering you." Chloe felt ill. Did he know? Was he disinterested? Regardless, she braced herself for the worst. "Just say it no matter what it is."

"Chloe Silver, I love you."

She returned the words she felt so much and then quickly buried her
face in his chest so he wouldn't see her embarrassment and guilt.

Chloe Silver….

∞  ∞  ∞  ∞

She knew it was expected in the course of a serious relationship to meet each other's family. She still maintained that her parents were out of town, but Matthew wanted her to come over and meet his father. She was a total wreck. She knew if his father was as sweet as Matthew, she'd get along with him just fine. But for Chloe, it was just one more person to lie to. Before leaving, she looked up at Matthew and knew she'd have to tell him the truth.
When she got ready to open her mouth, he whisked her out the door.

Walking inside of Matthew's apartment, Chloe saw a man who looked ten years older than what he really was. Smoke filled the room. The white ceiling and walls were stained with nicotine, and she watched as the man put his cigarette down in the ashtray and then try to stand to greet her from his wheelchair.

"No, you don't have to get up," said Chloe as she forced a smile. She felt so sorry for him, for Matthew, for the way they both lived. She could tell right away that they could afford very little, due to the pile of bills that was visible on the kitchen table. The audible sound of oxygen
hissing, the sounds of coughing and air hunger, were almost more than she could take.

"Dad, this is Chloe." Matthew kept watching her face for any kind of negative reaction. He knew this was the real test.

Chloe walked over and shook his hand. "It's such a pleasure to meet you."

"Good to meet you as well, Chloe. I'm Conner, and it seems like you've made quite the impression on my son." He tried to chuckle, but ended up in a long coughing spell which totally exhausted him.

After Conner regained his breath and Matthew set him up with a breathing treatment, Chloe could see Matthew's expression change from
instant concern to defeat over his lack of ability to provide for this man he obviously had great love for…
and his strong desire to leave and get Chloe out of there
.

But she didn't want to go until she knew Conner was going to be okay. She slid a kitchen chair over to him and just softly talked. She picked topics which wouldn't make the older man have to speak much. Matthew just sat back and watched from across the room.
If she was going to bolt, she would have already went running.
He found himself laughing some and joining in the conversation. They stayed for about an hour, and then Chloe went home while Matthew helped his dad to bed.

She waited until she was behind her own door before the tears flowed, and once they started, she struggled with keeping her composure. She heard the deadbolt slide open. With his key, Matthew let himself in. There was no hiding her emotions. Matthew wrapped his arms around her and lifted her face. After wiping her cheeks with his thumbs, he knew what was bothering her.