“No Rory. Dayton has a home. He has been helping out. But I am sure he will be going back soon.” that last part a whisper like she hopes it's not true. Well, might as well put it out there.
“Actually, I think that you and Rory should come and live with me. You know, make a fresh start.”
“I’m sorry...what?”
“I mean, I get why you want to stay here. Memories are important, baby. But the truth is, I want you in our home, in our bed, so I can be there for you.” I whisper in her ear. “Plus…” I say turning to Rory, “I have a swimming pool in my backyard. Wouldn’t you like to go swimming?” I figure she could be my ally. I am not above anything right now.
“Yea!! Can we go, RiRi?” she asks all excited bouncing in her seat. Rina looks at me squinting her eyes with disapproval. She then looks at Rory.
“Sweetie, I don’t think…”
“Don’t think, Rina. Just go with what you feel. Let me be there for you. Let’s give Rory the chance to make new memories, somewhere that the sad memories don’t follow.” She looks at Rory who is still bouncing in her seat about the idea. “Don’t you think Rory deserves a fresh start?” I am not above guilt. She looks at Rory, her face so happy and filled with hope. When she turns to me, I know I have won. I can see the resignation in her eyes.
“You might be right, Dayton. But...what about the house. I have no idea what was set in place in my parents will and their estate. Do I keep this? Do I sell it? I mean…”
“Don’t worry, baby. I was their accountant. I have everything under control. Listen, I will hire some movers, get you and bouncy over here packed up and we can be out by this weekend.”
“Fine.” she says folding her arms. I chuckle. She is so fucking cute when she pouts. If it weren't for Rory, I would push everything off this table and eat dessert right now. She looks at me and I know she can tell what I am thinking. Her tongue comes and moves across her lips and it takes everything to keep the grunt aching to come out at bay. I keep staring at her, wanting her to see me. Wanting her to know I am almost at the end. I want her to beg, but fuck if I am not at the end of my rope. Needing some air, I walk, pick up the empty dishes, place them in the sink and excuse myself to go and check on some work. What I am really doing is soothing my weeping cock, assuring him we are almost to the finish line.
The week comes and goes and the next thing I know, it is moving day. I have been directing everything from outside making sure they know where everything goes. Rory has been with Mrs. Ballis all day while Rina has been inside directing. Walking back in to make sure she is ok; my pulse immediately goes up when I see her talking to one of the fucking half-brained assholes I hired. She throws her head back, laughing at something he says and that sends me over the top. “What the fuck is going on in here?” I ask, stepping right up to his face, blocking her from his view…
“Dude. Chill out. I was just telling your sister about the guy I last moved and how his wife kept telling him to make sure he pees, so he doesn’t have to for the three-hour drive.”
“First of all, dude, she is not my fucking sister. She is my woman. Second, I am not paying you to chat. I am paying you to move. So why don’t you do that before I make you.”
“Whatever,” he says waving his hand at me and walking out. I take a deep breath before turning to Rina and her face is anything but happy.
“What is wrong with you, Dayton. You didn’t have to be so rude. He was just being nice.” Her foot tapping the floor. “Also, why did you tell him I was your woman? That was a little extreme, don’t you think?”
“You are my woman, Rina. It’s just taking you awhile to figure it out, baby. But make no mistake, you belong to me, in every sense of the word.” I walk closer to her, needing to smell her and feel the heat emitting from her skin. Her soft, satin, smooth skin. We are standing close enough for our noses to touch. Her chest moving up and down rapidly, proving that she is not immune to me either. I run my hand down her arm, loving the goosebumps that appear, causing her to shiver.