Rachel's Accident (23 page)

"Oh, and I wanted to talk to you about something, but I can't remember what it was," I murmured.

I frowned at my amnesiac tendency. I usually was very good at remembering things.

"Take your time I'm sure it will come to you," he encouraged me. "In the meantime...what do you think about having a body
guard?
"

It clicked in my mind and I sat up quickly. "Right, that's what I wanted to talk about."

He gave me an inquiring look.

"What if that attack yesterday wasn't random at all? That guy knew who you were and that I was with you. What if he has something to do with Trevor, who just so happens to come crawling back at a time were Jess and me moved in with you." Before he could protest or even say anything I went on.
"I know it sounds a little farfetched. But it somehow won't get out of my head. And I think we both know that Barbie Trevor dragged here is not his cousin. Do you think a private investigator could find proof?"

He looked at me for a while, thinking.

"I think
,
if you really believe what you're saying it's definitely worth a shot.
I’ll
call someone tomorrow morning because of the body guard and the PI, okay?"

I nodded, satisfied. "Thank you."

I leaned down and kissed him. It quickly grew hot and heavy between us. I had missed him in my bed yesterday and his body against mine. Even though, it had only been a day since we were together the last time.

His hands glided over my body, swiftly discarding my clothes and I made quick work of his. We playfully tossed around the bed and I giggled. We were always mindful of my expanded belly between us, but that never lessened our fun. When he finally entered me I let out a loud gasp in pleasure. He took me to blissful heaven and back again when he brought me to another
one of the
earth shattering orgasm
s he loved to give me
. I
n return I
drained him until he didn't have a single drop left in his body.

Afterwards we lay together cuddling, letting our breathing calm down. In the middle of the silence our stomachs made themselves growlingly known. We laughed and got dressed to go to the kitchen and get something to eat. We couldn't walk around the house naked again because Jess was around now.

We made our way to the kitchen and quickly made some sandwiches to tide us over until dinner. I had slept until the early afternoon. Ethan had let me sleep again until I woke on my own.
He wanted me to get as much sleep as possible since he knew I easily woke up in the middle of the night and was often tired
and ready to keel over at any given time of the day.

Really, that guy was just way too nice and considerate towards me. I had the feeling he would do just about anything for me and the twins. But it made me happy beyond believe and love him all the more for the great person he was. I was looking forward to seeing him mastering his new role as a father. But I also hoped he wouldn’t spoil our kids too much. He sure had the tendency to do so.

The door to the kitchen swung open as we sat at the table eating our sandwiches and Jess walked in with Trevor in tow. Oh great. What now?

“We have good news,” she said enthusiastically.

I dreaded what would come out of her mouth next, but I made sure the expression on my face stayed neutral. I didn’t want her to resent me for my real feelings. Ethan had no such qualms, though. He openly scowled at the couple.

“We’re going to move back together!”

She practically squealed as she held Trevor’s hand and hopped up and down with joy. Oh, shit. This would not end well. I could see it as clear as day. But what could I do, really?

“Are you sure that’s a good idea after what happened? Maybe you’re rushing into this a little,” I tried to suggest cautiously.

But she wouldn’t hear any of it. “What are you even saying? It’s a great idea.”

Internally I sighed. I had to be honest. My best friend could be quite the dumbass when it came to things like love. But to the outside I gave nothing away.

“If that’s really what you want, then I’m happy for you.”

I got up from the table and walked over to her, enveloping her into a big hug. I wanted to transfer all my good wishes to her, so that her dreams would come true and she wouldn’t have to deal with such heartbreak again.

“Thank you, Rachel,” she murmured into my ear.

“I’m always here for you when you need me. Don’t forget that, okay?”

“I won’t,” she answered with a conviction that said she didn’t think she’d need me anytime soon, but I knew the truth and the possible consequences of her actions. But I also knew I couldn’t prevent this from happening. No matter what I said to her she would still go through with this.

I was so sick of all the moving around. First, we were evicted from our old apartment and went to Jess’ aunt’s place to stay for while. Then when we found a new apartment for a reasonable price we moved in with Trevor and became friends with him.
In Jess
’
case more than friends.
The three of us moved together into our old apartment when the invitation came from
Ethan’s and Zach’s company.

After Jess’ and Trevor’s terrible breakup only a week later we moved again. This time Jess and me packed our things and moved into Ethan’s mansion. Well, it wasn’t like he didn’t have enough space for us or anything. Besides, sooner or later I would have moved here anyway because I wanted our children to be raised in a happy home with both parents.

But that wasn’t really the main reason. I could have done with him visiting us as often as he could with us living apart. No, the real reason was that I loved him…from the bottom of my heart.

But now…because that asshole had come barging back into Jess’ life the very next day after they had broken up because she had caught him cheating she was on the move again.
Back into our old apartment, where he was still living.
And I was sure his Barbie-‘cousin’ was now staying there as well.

Well, if I could do anything about it I would, but Jess could be one hard headed bitch when it came to the things she wanted. And she wanted this badly enough to forget about the fact that she had seen him with another woman.
I would be amazed by that ability if it wasn’t so incredibly sad.

I didn't have the time to feel lonely now that Jess was gone. Ethan had called an agency and they had sent a body guard for me. He was a hunk of a man named Joey, but in spite of his intimidating first impression he was actually really nice. He followed me everywhere I went and helped me carry thing he deemed too heavy for me or maybe just out of courtesy for the pregnant woman.

I was busy with my classes and job hunting and making sure Ethan ate properly. I was quickly getting used to my body guard and even invited him to eat with us now and then. Of course, he always declined, saying it was unprofessional. At first, I had felt hurt by his rejection, but I had gotten used to that, too. I knew now that he didn't mean it in a bad way, but had tried to let me off the hook in the nicest way possible.

When I found the time in between all my activities I joined Ethan in his office for a while, where we had fun working together on the city's beautification project. It wasn't a lot of free time we actually get to spend together, but the working together, our meals and nights together somehow made up for that.

Now and then we went out for a date on the weekends, but most of the time I was far too exhausted from my busy week that we just stayed in and enjoyed the day cuddling on the sofa and watching a movie, or something along those lines. Our baths together was one thing I cherished immensely about our weekends. He would caress my body with his soapy hands and make slow, sweet love to me until the water got cold. It was one of the things I hoped would never change.

Today, two weeks after she had moved back to Trevor, I wanted to surprise Jess and visit her at home. With Joey in tow I climbed up the stairs to my old apartment. I couldn’t remember them being so many. With every step I took my breath came out heavier until I could hardly breathe at the top of the stairs. Yes, the apartment was on the top floor with no elevator anywhere in sight.

I leaned heavily against the railing for support while catching my breath. Joey hovered around me, not knowing what to do to help me. I had refused to let him carry me up the stairs. I was pregnant not invalid.

I took one last deep breath and then made my way over to the apartment’s front door.
I knocked, but no one answered. I knocked a little louder, but still nothing. Well, then I would just have to wait for her to come home. I rooted around my purse for the keys I still had and opened the door. I didn’t want to sit around the stairwell waiting for her. You never knew what shady people hung around here.

The apartment was dark, so I searched the wall next to the door for the light switch. I flicked it on and turned toward the living room. The sight that greeted me there was truly disturbing. This was the second time I had walked in on Trevor in such a position.

He was lying on the couch naked, intertwined with the naked body of a woman, who was definitely not Jess, his supposed girlfriend. They stared at me like deer caught in the headlights. And I stared back. Yes, that was definitely Trevor’s ‘cousin’ on top of him.

“Will you tell her or shall I?” I addressed Trevor in my most menacing voice. I didn’t even recognize it as my own anymore. As they scrambled for their clothes I went on unfazed. “Remember my promise?” My voice sounded almost cheerful.
His head shot up from what he was doing and looked at me.

I looked between Joey and Sandra, the bimbo Trevor had just been banging.

"Could you please leave us alone for a moment? I need to speak to Trevor about a private matter."

They both hesitated for a second, though for completely different reasons, I'm sure. Joey was charged with protecting me and he couldn't do that when he wasn't with me. But he also needed to listen to my wishes. Barbie on the other hand was probably trying to gouge how crazy I was and whether she should leave Trevor alone with me. In the end they both left, though.

When I heard the final click of the door shutting closed I turned back to Trevor and smiled.

"I warned you. Remember?" I said in a calm voice while I made my way over to the kitchen area. "You just don't listen, do you? If I recall correctly, I also told you to stay away. And if I didn't spell it out to you in words, you should have understood regardless. I remember telling you
once,
when you pretended we were friends, that I don't take kindly to people wronging me or my family. Jess is my family. For a long time she has been the only family I had." I rummaged through the kitchen drawers while talking to him. He stayed unusually quiet during it all.

"Ah, found it," I exclaimed, holding up one of my favorite chopping knives in triumph.

"What are you going to do with that?" I could hear a small hint of fear in his voice that he seemed to try to mask desperately.

"This?" I studied the knife in my hand. "I have a few ideas what I'd like to do." I accompanied that sentence with my favorite 'I'm crazy' expression in my eyes and a wicked smile.

I took a chopping board from the cupboard and a sack of carrots that were still left over and slowly made my way to where he was standing in front of the couch.

"Sit down," I commanded.

Obediently he followed, still trying to hide the fear. But I could see it plainly written all over his face. He wasn't doing a very good job. He would probably curse himself later for being terrorized by a pregnant woman, but I didn't care. I would have my fun with him. Those thoughts made me smile again. What would Ethan think if he could see me now?

I sat down beside him, as close as possible, but still allowing myself enough space to maneuver around. I banged the sack of carrots and chopping board on the couch table in front of me, never letting go of the knife in my hand. I held it up and studied the glint of the lights reflecting off of it. Then I turned my full attention on him like a weapon. He actually jerked back a bit.

I kept my voice pleasant and soft as I asked, "Do you know what it feels like to have your heart broken? Practically carved out of your chest, thrown to the ground and stomped on for good measure? Have you ever really been in love before?"

He just shook his head unable to speak.

"Hmm, maybe someone needs to teach you about that feeling," I said thoughtfully.

"N-no, I don't think that's n-necessary," he stuttered adorably. "
I’ve
already learned my lesson. I know I made a mistake. I'm sorry."

"Oh…really?"

"Yes," he said again with more emphasis.

"I don't believe you are. A person, who was really sorry...wouldn't they have apologized to the victim? You never uttered a word of apology to Jess. And would they have done that in the first place. Not only once. No. You had to go and do it twice."

With each word I said he shook his head
more frantically
and backed away a little more.
I really enjoyed the look of sheer panic on his face. It gave me such delicious shivers up and down my spine. I couldn’t get enough of it.

I sighed. "And not only that, but the more I got to know you over the last few months the more suspicious and fishy you became."

I never broke eye contact with him while I talked and played with the knife in my hands.
I smiled a little as I remembered our past together.

"At first, you acted all gay and even brought home one or two of your 'gay' friends."

I made quotation marks with my free hand around the word.