Baby Love (14 page)

I got to the doorway without being seen and slipped into the conference room.  It was dark.  Shit - he was probably just kidding.  How stupid did I look?  I turned to go back out into the deserted hallway when I felt his hands on me, pulling me back against him.  His warm breath was on my neck as he whispered.

              "Where do you think you are going?"

He moved in front of me quietly closing the door to the conference room and locking it.  He flicked on the track lighting.  He took the file folders I had brought as a prop and tossed them over onto the conference room table.  He turned back to me pulling me against him as he lowered his head and his lips found mine.  We kissed as if we hadn't seen each other in weeks instead of just a few hours.

His hands slid up under my skirt and his fingers moved my panties aside as they expertly plied the folds of my sex.  I knew that I was wet already.  Trey figured it out just then as well.

"What's this?" he asked inserting a finger inside of me, gently probing. "Is my baby wet for me already?"

"Is that bad?"I asked, my tongue playfully tracing his lips. 

I could feel his hardness against me.  Before I knew what was happening, Trey had lifted me up and set me on top of the conference room table, spreading my legs apart so that he was braced inside of them.

"Trey," I whispered, "What are you doing?  Are you crazy?"

I started to wriggle out of his grasp but his arms were strong around me.

"I'm going to fuck you Mrs. Sinclair.  Right here, right now.  I'm going to make you come as well.  Do you have an issue with that?"

"Well actually, Mr. Sinclair, there is one little problem with that.  Do you think that I wear my diaphragm 24-7?"

"Not a problem at all baby."

He reached into the pocket of his suit trousers and pulled out a foil-wrapped condom.  I was surprised but not shocked.  I found his lips again with mine, tasting him and feeling his fingers bringing me to rapid pleasure.  This was so naughty but so damn hot!

I heard the zipper of his fly go down.  He backed away from me momentarily, tearing the condom packet open and rolling the condom down the length of his very erect shaft.

He was ready and so was I.  He scooted me to the edge of the table, placing each of my legs around his hips.  He had pulled my skirt up around my waist.  His hand guided his hard erection into my womanhood gently.  He teased me a bit going in and out very slowly but not fully.  I wanted the full length of him inside me.

My hands clutched his butt pulling him in deeper.  Finally he buried himself fully into me.  I moaned softly with the pleasure it gave me.

"Mmmm, that feels so good Trey," I said rotating my hips in a circular rhythm. 

"Do you like this baby?" he asked rocking slowly back and forth inside of me.

"Ummm  . . . yes," I said feeling the head of his penis massaging my sweet spot again and again. 

I was quickening and Trey knew it.  He wanted to prolong our pleasure.  He stopped his gentle thrusting and I whined in protest.

"Easy, baby," he crooned softly to me.  "We aren't in any hurry here are we?"

"Please Trey?"

He started rolling his hips against me once again and his gentle thrusting in and out of me.  My hips gyrated as I leaned back against the table, moving my legs up to his shoulders.  I knew he liked it.

"God Tylar," he rasped, his momentum now picking up as he buried himself into me deeply. 

His in and out thrusting was becoming stronger and stronger.  I matched him thrust for thrust feeling the swell of my climax ready to peak. Trey was moaning now.  He stopped suddenly and I felt his penis throb inside of me as it pumped his climax.  It was the tiny push I needed to give way to mine.  My uterus contracted in response, squeezing him over and over again as I came with him.  We both moaned softly with the sweet pleasure of our orgasms. 

When I got back to my work area the wall clock read 3:45 p.m.  I had only been gone for thirty minutes hopefully Leah would not think that strange.  She was on a call with someone so I finished up the data inputs in Mr. Harmon's schedule then sorted the incoming mail, date-stamping it in and distributing it.

I wondered how Susan was doing with her three o'clock interview with Sheila Bradley.  Susan had referred to her as 'Nurse Bradley."  She probably liked the idea of a registered nurse being Preston's babysitter.  It really wasn't a bad idea at that.  Susan could fill Trey and I in on all of the details at dinner.  It was no small task interviewing for babysitters, especially with the criteria that Trey and I had outlined with her.

At five o'clock Leah and I cleaned off our desktops and filed any remaining file folders away.  She took off telling me she would see me in the morning.  Her surgery was scheduled for Wednesday morning so tomorrow would be our last day together until she came back after surgery. I called Trey's phone and Tonya answered.

"He's on a phone call Tylar," she said.  Her voice sounded strange, somehow distracted.

"I'll take a note into him that you called down here.  Why don't you sit tight until he comes by to get you okay?"

"Okay," I said, puzzled by her demeanor and her choice of words.

Why wouldn't she have just said she would have him call me as soon as he was off the phone?  I picked up my Blackberry to call the apartment. I hadn't thought about the fact that Susan had been busy with interviews and caring for Preston all day.  I wanted to see if she wanted Trey and I to pick up something for dinner.  Maybe she would feel like going out to eat.  That might be nice on our part to take her out for a nice dinner.

The landline in our apartment rang and rang; finally the automated voicemail picked up.  That was strange.  Maybe she was changing the baby's diaper or something.  The interview had to be over by this time.

Just then Trey appeared in the office area.  His face was ashen and his expression was if it was etched in stone.  It reminded me a little bit of that dream that I had where Trey looked like a statue.  This wasn't a dream however.

"Trey?  What is it?" I asked, a feeling of fear and panic slowly seeping in.

"Tylar, we have to get to the hospital now," he stated firmly.

"What?  Why?  What happened?  Oh my God," I was starting to shriek.

"Did something happen to Preston?"

"No - it's Mom."

CHAPTER 10

I didn't recall the drive to the hospital.  I wasn't even sure which hospital Susan had been taken to for treatment.  Trey had not said much at all only that he had received a called from the police indicating that his mother had been taken there by paramedics; her condition was underdetermined at this point.  There would be detectives there to interview us once we arrived he had said.

"Where is Preston?" I asked Trey.

"I'm sure she was either left with a neighbor or is at the hospital with Mom," he responded calmly. 

"Someone at the hospital is likely looking after her until we get there."

"What kind of accident or injury happened to your mom?"

I'm not sure but let's please hope and pray for the best okay?"

"Okay," I answered as Trey pulled into the Emergency Room parking lot at St. Matthews Hospital.

As we entered the lobby to the ER, several police officers immediately approached, and led us to a private waiting room off of the ER which I could only guess was used for privacy when the news was bad.  I felt my throat start to close up as Trey pulled me along side of him into the room.   One of the officers shut the door and instructed us to take our seats. 

"Your mother will be fine," he assured us right off the bat. 

I breathed a sigh of relief and felt Trey relax beside me.  Our relaxation was to be short-lived.

"Mr. & Mrs. Sinclair, when the paramedics brought your mother in a little while ago, she was unconscious due to a concussion; she started coming around just a few minutes ago and has been disoriented and extremely anxious.  She is insisting that whoever bashed her over the head, took your baby daughter.  Do you have a baby daughter that would have been in the apartment with your mother when the fire alarm sounded?"

"Fire alarm?" Trey asked.

"It was just a false alarm; don't worry your building is fine.  If in fact your daughter is missing, it could have been an attempt to divert attention away from the alleged perpetrator."

I hadn't heard anything after Trey had questioned the police about the fire alarm.  Oh my god, she did it!  She fucking did it.  I had known that somehow and some way my mother would come back to hurt me.  It was what I had feared and dreamt about; it was the reason for the paranoia inside of me that the pills Dr. Addison had prescribed had magically tucked away from my subconscious. 

Mom had my baby I was as sure of that as I was of my love for Trey and Preston.  The bitch was mine!  That was the last conscious promise I made to myself before I was blessed with darkness as my body took over and I careened into oblivion.

I was awakened abruptly by a nurse waving smelling salts underneath my nose.  Trey was right there, he had lifted me back onto my chair.  The nurse had a gurney there but I refused.  I knew that I would be fine.  I had to be fine because I was going to find my baby and kill that bitch.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," I said, pushing the nurse's hand away with the disgusting smelling salts.

"Sweetie," Trey pleaded, "I think you are in shock right now as we all are, let them help you, baby."

His eyes were teared up, pleading with me.  He was destroyed; I could see that.  The problem was that he didn't know what I knew and I knew that my fucking slut of a mother was behind this and she wouldn't be hurting Preston; I was sure of that.  Preston was worth something to her, I just had to figure out what and why.

"Trey," I pleaded, "Let's see how your mom is doing right now.  We have to see what she recalls about what happened.  I refuse to believe that some random faction took Preston.  I know who is behind this."

"You do?" he asked, totally in shock. Who?"

"My mother," I announced very matter-of-factly. 

"I know that it was her.  We just have to find her."

The look that passed between my husband and the police was unmistakably one of disbelief.  Okay - they thought I was nuts, paranoid - had a 'mommy' issue, whatever.  I knew the truth.

The detective wanted to question Trey alone - probably to see what he knew about his 'Mommy-In-Law Dearest.'  Trey could only fill in him on what he knew for certain:  that included Charlie's connection and conspiracy with her; as well as the fact that Trey's P.I. had discovered some time back that my mom had been living with Daniel somewhere in Indiana. 

I could count on Trey; he had been with me during a lot of the fallout that could only be attributed to mom and the minions that she directed such as Charlie.

Trey guided me back out to the waiting room, instructing me to sit there until the detective had finished questioning him.  He made me promise that I would sit still.

(Whatever... he needed to chill.  I had a plan.)

Trey returned to the small room where the detective was most likely questioning him on both of our mental stability and why we might want out baby daughter dead.  I had seen enough movies on LMN and TruTV to know how it flowed.  I hoped that Trey wouldn't take offense.  It was standard procedure to suspect a family member after an "alleged" abduction.

My hopes were dashed when I heard my husband's voice getting louder and louder.  He dropped several "F" bombs before he exited the room indicating that any future questioning would be conducted with his own counsel present.

Weird - he would seek other counsel to defend us against what?  I knew damn well who the perp was; I was certain I would be able to unravel her whereabouts given the resources I knew that Trey could afford to provide.

Trey held his hand out for me to take it as he pulled me from the chair and we headed out toward the mail lobby.  He asked someone at the "help" desk about his mother.  We were directed to ER 5, where Susan was currently getting treatment for whatever injuries she had sustained during her "accident."

As we entered ER5 behind the curtain, Susan was laying upon a gurney.  She had a bandage over one eye and another around the forehead.  Oh God, what had my mother done to her?

Trey immediately was by her side, leaning over, kissing her cheek.  Her eyes sprang open and they were full of guilt, pain and fear.

"Oh Trey," she wept, "Tylar, can you ever forgive me?" 

She was wailing, tears flowing down her cheeks. She was near hysteria.  A young doctor was beside her, giving her an injection of some sort.

He turned to Trey. 
              "This will calm her," he explained.  "She has had a major shock with what she has been through today.  She will be out in just a few minutes."

A few minutes were all she had so I needed to work fast.  I approached her gurney, taking her hand into mine.