Good for Now (Book One of The Now Series) (5 page)

Chapter 10

Kevin

Interns are my gateway to getting what I want. I need them to build my business. I prep them up, get them jobs and call on favors. And if they don't follow through with my wants. I remind them of what we did, and how I could somehow let it out that their lips were on me in more ways than one.

Julie, needs to understand this is all for the sake of our future. I hope one day she will. Until then I will have to be extra careful, and we'll see what the future holds. I still have one card to save my ass if I slip again.

Marjorie, my secretary, calls from behind the door.

"Come in," I call.

She opens the door to let me know that, "A Miss Grant is here from the law school."

"Great, send her in."

"Anything else, Mr. Ward?"

"No, not at the moment. However, if Julie calls tell her to wait for me in the car."

"Anything else?"

"Oh, yes, please hold calls, Miss Grant and I will be busy."

"Certainly."

Chapter 11

Julie

There must be a reason why he isn't answering, still I feel uneasy. He knows how worried I get. Maybe he is on the phone with clients. Letting them know he will be out of town.

After finishing my coffee, I decide to take the long route to his office, driving through the historic streets of downtown. Owning a non-cookie cutter home, build in the early 1900’s has always been a dream of mine.

I drive slowly to Kevin's office. I arrive at the parking lot ten minutes early. I look at my phone, still no text from him. I take a few breaths, as I look up at his window, the shades are halfway closed and its dark. He must be in a meeting, or maybe he lost his phone and that’s why he is not returning my texts. I text him again, "I am here." I wait for a return text. Still nothing.

Rush, rush. My mind orders, wishing I could just snap my fingers and I would be in his office.

My heart races. Stop thinking the worst. He promised no more interns. I stay in the car, feeling overwhelmed with doubt, still watching his window, then I see him. I smile in relief until I see another person just inches away from him. It's a lady, and he is laughing and it looks like they are kissing. But I can't be certain. Would he dare play me for a fool? Or are my eyes playing tricks on me?

Rush rush.

I get out of the car, the thumping of my heart almost kilting me over. My legs feel like mush as I race to the building's entrance. Calm down, he knows this would be the end of the relationship.

Slow down.

I wish I could, but I have to know who is in the office with him. He promised no more interns. I bolt to the elevator, pushing button number three. A small wave of relief comes when I see it coming down from floor four. My heart rate picks up a notch as the elevator passes the second floor. Sweat forms at my brow, as the moment of truth is near.

Stop this craziness, it wasn't his fault. He can't help being attractive and charming.

My heart lets up a bit. It's OK, it's normal to feel this way. Don't let a few mix-ups ruin it for you and Kevin. After all he is the cool boy, the one women want.

The elevator rings, and within seconds the doors open and an older man walks out. I say hello and walk in as he walks out. My heart starts to race again.

It's OK. See it wasn't a young, intern.

I push button number three, the doors close and I am on my way up, taking a deep breath until I reach the third floor. When the doors open, the narrow hallway plays tricks on my mind, feeling like I am being pulled to Kevin's office.

Trust him.

Don't trust him.

I feel stupid. Why am I so paranoid. Will these feelings ever go away?

I keep thinking, it wasn't his fault, he didn't stand a chance against those sexy, young, horny interns, wanting to make their way up the corporate latter. Those bitches I think as I walk down the hallway feeling a second wind.

I arrive at Kevin's office, Marjorie isn't at the receptionist desk like usual. She is the eyes and ears of the office, it's unlike her to leaving her area. I look in the conference room to see her looking through a file cabinet. For a second I got worried, I couldn't imagine her being the other person I saw in the window. I walk back to Kevin's office.

His office door is closed. I don't dare to turn the knob. My heart beats hard against my chest, like it wants out. I look below the door it’s dark, there isn't a shade of light.

No, not again.

I put my ear on the door, not hearing anything. I hold my breath hoping I may make out a sound if there is one. At first I hear humming, like a motor, but then the annoying sound becomes clearer, like breathing. I keep listening until I pick up Kevin's voice.

I keep listening knowing the voice so well, his deep breathing elevate to moans. I stand there like a statue, still in disbelief. Maybe he is jerking off, and I am getting worked up over nothing. He likes to do this.

Come on Julie, prove yourself wrong. Open the door.

Instead I walk away and seek refuge in the staffroom, just a few feet away. My chest still heaving.

I look at my phone, he still hasn't read my text. I should just open the door and get this over with. I can't take the suspense anymore.

Taking a few breaths, before making my move. I hear him open the door, sounding refreshed and calm like a perfect cool boy would. Then I hear her, "see you when you get back from your trip," and my heart starts pounding again. My body temperature spikes, and I start seeing black dots, feeling throw-up sick. I lean back against the wall, then he texts me.

"I am waiting for you."

My hand shakes reading his text, wishing I would’ve just stayed in my car. Then I wouldn't feel so guilty for checking up on him. I take a few breaths before walking to his office. I knock on the door. "Honey is that you?"

“Yes."

He opens the door, to find me with a blank face.

"Who was she? Is she your new intern?"

"Now, honey, take a deep breath. It’s all in your head. Cindy isn't an intern, she's a lady who massages my stiff neck and shoulders."

"Why were the shades closed? I ask.

"You know how the dark calms me. I wanted to be flexible for our romantic trip."

"But you were moaning and it sounded like you were having sex."

"I was, but Cindy was breaking apart my tension spots. You know how tense my shoulders are. I wanted to be flexible for our trip," Kevin says again with a grin.

Still on the verge of tears. I dig deep not to cry. I have made such a fool of myself.

"Come on, Julie, let's not ruin the mood. I was looking forward to our trip," he says, pulling me close to him. His piercing eyes, shining straight into mine.

"True, I am sorry Kevin. I don't want to ruin our trip, but I thought there was an intern with you."

"The last one was a mix-up, she came on and I..., let's forget about the past. The present is what matters and our future awakes us in California."

I smile thinking how wonderful that sounded, that I had to verbally agree with Kevin, "Yes, our future awakes us in California."

We walk pass Marjorie, like two love birds holding hands.

"Have a wonderful trip, you two," she says.

"Thank-you," I say.

We arrive at the airport exhausted. Once in our plane seats we fall a sleep. His shoulder keeps me company, using it like a pillow. His body next to mine is all I need to settle down. Next time I start to feel anxious about him cheating, I will have to remember it is not his fault.

He can't help being smart, attractive and charming.

Everything will be alright.

Chapter 12

Kevin

I am beat tired; Julie almost didn't believe me. But I was able to smooth Julie's worries one more time, yet it took everything I had not to just throw the towel in, and face my fate. But I love Julie too much to let everything we have worked together die. The ultimate pay off will soon arrive, I can feel it. We are meant to be together. I loved her the moment I knew the important parts about her.

I can't help that I am smart, attractive and charming. The three adjectives that Julie uses to describe me. Ones that make me see what a prize I am. Qualities that women find fuckening irresistible.

Chapter 13

Julie

It’s day two of our vacation, I notice the innkeeper and Kevin exchange looks. I start to feel stuffy, like the air-conditioner has gone off.

Relax, he has been good to you. Look down at your left ring finger. Have you forgotten? I think.

That is right, I’m now his fiancé. Yesterday was a dream, he finally proposed. I am Kevin Ward's fiancé now; almost his wife.

Show you're not intimidated by her.

"The inn keeper has eyes for you, but I am okay with it, because she will never have you completely," I say.

"That's right baby, don't be. I can't help it if women look at me. I don't want o be rude to anyone, especially a lady."

He was right, but he didn't have to encourage glances either.

"No you can't, but now you can tell any girl that comes too close, you have a fiancé now."

Kevin just smiles, leaning over to touch my hand. “I'm just happy that you like the ring."

I look down at my left hand, admiring the two caret princess cut ring. It is a bit loose on my finger, but Kevin said he got it purposely bigger so I could grow into it, once we started having children. It would be normal for my fingers to spread a little, no fault of mine of course. As these things happen to mothers, he said as I grow fond at the idea of eventually having a family.

I bring my hand up to my mouth and discreetly kiss my engagement ring. Kevin doesn't remember the name of the store he bought it from, saying the only thing he could remember was the sweet old man who sold it to him.

I stare at Kevin amazed how he is with me, and how he is now my fiancé. This is big, no this is huge. I’m the chosen one, any future Kevin's will be born from my loins. This gives me all the strength I need to make sure our marriage succeeds.

In the corner of my eye I see the innkeeper come our way, "How is breakfast? Are you enjoying yourselves?” She asks, blushing a bit as she looks at Kevin.

“Yes, "I say, smiling and staring at her for a long moment.

Kevin looks interested in Nadine, like she jumped out of a fashion magazine, and I must agree she is quite attractive with her blond, chic bob, all her hairs behaving, moving in unison, and petite frame is solid like a cheerleader, she is what others call, "cute as a button".

It's almost like she's not real, like she is one of Kevin's fabricated characters, that decided to pop out of his mind, especially with a sultry name like hers. Fuck, why does this have to happen? I take a deep breath and smile, its the best defense I have. I like to call it the "fuck you" smile, the one that any normal woman can literally and figuratively read loud and clear, basically saying don't fuck with me or my man.

"Good, I'm glad you are. How's the milk? Is it cold enough?" she asks, staring at Kevin like a lost dog.

"Yes," I say.

"Good," she says.

"Why?" asks Kevin, staring right at her neckline.

I feel myself get hot, where is this conversation going? Why is she talking about milk being cold enough?

"I find it perfectly cold, " I say.

"It's just the refrigerator has been acting up lately, and the fridge guy is a day late," she says.

Kevin clears his throat, "Well, Nadine, since you have been so hospitable to
me
, I'll take a look at it. I have been known to fix a few things in my lifetime," Kevin says, beaming like a prized boy. I hate when he is like this.

Please, do you think I didn't notice the me slip? I think, looking at him.

"I wouldn't dare to have you leave, Julie, don't even think of it," Nadine says.

I already see where this is going, she is playing the I am fucking clueless card, and I play right into it.

"Kevin, see what is wrong with the refrigerator so we can go out and explore and come back to cold milk."

"Would you do that?" Nadine asks.

"Sure, " Kevin says.

Nadine looks at me and says, "You sure are lucky to have a man like Kevin. Do you know anyone like him available?"

I smile, "Yes, I am, and I will say he is good with appliances." I ignore her last request completely.

I hope this would send a message that he’s with me. For some reason I didn't say I was his fiancé because deep down I was hoping he would. I slid my left hand between my legs, wondering how the day would end. I was already exhausted.

Kevin gets up, wipes his mouth with a napkin, then places it next to his finished plate of scrambled eggs, grits, bacon, and hash browns. He doesn't even say good-bye as he walks off with Nadine. I sink down in my seat, hoping he’ll return in the next few minutes.

After my second cup of coffee, I get up, the dining area is about empty, there is only an elderly couple on their last bites of breakfast. They look so in love, the man is practically leaning over the small circular table to be as close as he can to his lady.

This strikes an emotional cord within, this is what love should be. This only reminds me of what Kevin is not. He should be here like the old man. I wonder if the old man was once like Kevin and his wife changed him. Maybe this should give me encouragement.

Walking to the back of the dining hall to where Kevin disappeared, through the swinging doors. I stop hoping Nadine or some one from the kitchen walks through, but no one does. So I push through the doors and I am in the kitchen, but it is empty and I don't see Kevin or Nadine. But I do see the refrigerator.

Then I hear voices, no moaning this time. I look around, still not seeing anyone. But I hear laugher, I walk towards an opened window and I see Kevin and Nadine by the outside storage area. They’re looking through boxes.

See your paranoia got the best of you.

I clear my throat still at the window, hoping to break their connection. Kevin turns around.

"Oh, hi Julie," he says.

I was hoping he would’ve said, "Oh, hi honey, sweetheart”, or another affectionate word or phrase other than my name. It was like he was disappointed to see me.

"Did you fix the refrigerator?"

Nadine looks at Kevin, like her tongue is caught, waiting for his lead.

"It works now, Nadine sure runs a tight ship here," Kevin says.

I smile, this is his usual cool and collective response when he is trying to diverge attention.

"Thanks Kevin."

"Are you ready to go?" I ask him.

"Yes," he says.

Still I was hoping for a more affectionate response.

"Where are you two going?" Nadine dares to ask.

"Not sure...there are many places on my list." I say, not wanting to give her an exact location. I just want to be alone with Kevin.

Kevin turns back to Nadine and asks, "Do you have any suggestions?"

I just smile, feeling like I was kicked in the stomach. Just answer the question I think and don't you dare drag it out.

"It's easy, I think you should go to the beach. It is about a ten minute walk, just follow the path going west, you can't miss it. Its just before the front hedges of the property. It's only for owners and their guests," she says.

"Sounds like my kind of place," Kevin says.

I have to admit it does sound like my kind of place too, I just love the beach, and I am excited to wear one of my new bikini's.

If Kevin had been screwing her, she wouldn't have been able to talk to you. I now feel a little better.

"Why don't you go and enjoy the beach for the day, and when you get back later, tired and tanned, the inn will be having a BBQ night. It's always a blast, the guests love it. It is sort of a social hour thing, where you get to be silly with people you don't know, and probably will never see again," Nadine says.

"Love the idea," Kevin says. "Count me in. How about you Julie?"

I just smile, really hating the idea, and hating that Nadine didn't see Kevin and I as a couple anymore, but I say "It does sound like fun, count me in."

We go back to our room, feeling aroused. I wink at Kevin.

I start unbuttoning my blouse, Kevin watching, he can see the new black bra I brought.

I've learned for him to really want me, I have to be someone other than me. So I lay on the Russian accent real thick. I am no longer Julie. I am Greta.

"So, you want head?"

"Yes, very much."

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable and let me do all the work, "I say.

He sits on the bed. I look in his eye, feeling coldness all down my back. There is an arrogance in the way he looks at me, its definitely dominance, but this time it seems more sinister.

Two can play this game, I think. I'll be the slut he wants and I'll also be me, the one he forgets when we’re intimate.

"Greta, I am waiting, my cock is getting a little droopy," he says. Sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Let take care of that," I say, pushing Kevin back to where he is lying on the bed.

"Oh, you have strong arms Greta, like steel bars, Ah yes, Greta, take it in, just like that, you Russian slut," Kevin says.

I stop for a moment, "I see your cock is up and tall and strong like a soldier who wants to be fucked. I like soldiers," I bend down again, looking at his cock, and smell it, taking in its smells, and even after sucking it for a few moments.

I can detect a different scent, one that doesn't smell like me. He smells like rubber, like a cheap condom. I take it in my mouth and he grows. I stop looking at him.

"Mr. President, I’m here to give you the ride of your life,"I smile, thinking he still loves me.

I get up, Kevin's eyes are closed. I stare at his chest, its flat from the thousands of hours he spends at the gym, it really is godly. I smile, taking in the pleasure of being the only woman in the world who is with him at this exact time, though there may be millions thinking of him. Maybe even fantasizing about him. I smile thinking, I got it going on with Kevin. I have the real deal.

I crawl over him, my drenched private aligned with his cock. I reach down take it and position it by my entrance, then sit on it. Ah, the moan he lets out excites me, I thrust into him. He reaches for my ass, pushing me into him, bordering on the violent side.

"Damn, Greta, your pussy is hot, move that Russian twat of yours, but don't you dare come," he says. "You feel too good."

I try to kiss him, but his head is too far to the right. This upsets me, we haven't kissed in a few months, I find myself breaking away from character, letting my hurt Julie feelings disconnect from the act. Kevin notices my aggressiveness dim that he starts thrusting his penis into me.

"Where is my naughty Greta? Come on baby. Don’t lose it now.”

I don't want to ruin the day so I force myself back into character. It's Greta that he wants, and this breaks my heart. I start rocking my hips back and forth, I then think of my imaginary man. He kisses me as much as he fucks me.

Finally Kevin comes and exhaustion takes over once we are done. I look at the clock, he kept at it for an hour. He gets out of bed walks to the refrigerator and grabs a water bottle.

"Here you go," he says as he gives me the bottle.

I smile surprised, because I’m usually the one who gets him water. He must love me, what a sweet man. I know he is a good man, he can't help being who he is. I have to concentrate on his goodness. I close my eyes, half aware of my surroundings, my eye lids feel heavy like they have mini weights on them.

"Kevin," I say.

"Yes."

"I don't know what happened, but I have a headache. Can we take a nap."

"I thought we were going to the beach, can't you rest there?" he asks.

"No, the sunlight, is not good for headaches."

He lets out a deep breath of disappointment. I can feel my skin crawl, hating this feeling.

"Honey, don't let me hold you, go and I'll be there later."

“OK."

Kevin leaves and I take two aspirins.