Last night, I used the last of the money at the clinic. As soon as I put down the deposit for Blair’s care, I nearly broke down at how my nest egg was officially gone. My guilt over never having enough returned in full force. I shouldn’t have splurged so much. Did I really need new shoes, too?
Now, I stand in the kitchen and stare at the man who made my life a little easier. I never imagined the scary biker in the background cared if I lived or died.
Watching Silas now, I don’t know how to express my gratitude. I’m afraid to even thank him. What if he claims he didn’t do those things?What if he isn’t my great savior but a troubled man ready to lash out?Am I giving him too much credit like when I first moved in with Neal and admired how he only hit me with an open hand?
As my kids sit around the long, beautiful kitchen table, eating sausages and eggs cooked by Rosemary, I watch Nomad who refuses to join us.
I know he’s disappointed I’m not the addictive woman he built up in his head. Even if he doesn’t say a damn thing, I feel Silas rejecting me.
If I was a better woman, I could please this giant, generous beast. My babies could stay in his big house. I wouldn’t have to tell them no whenever they want the smallest treats. Their future would hold more possibilities.
Despite how much I want to please him, I feel this opportunity slipping through my fingers.
Yet, before it ends, I need to show Silas how his generosity did more for my babies than I could.
I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his waist. He tenses immediately. He wants me to leave his house. I will go once he says the words. For right now, I need him to understand.
Silas glares down at me as I look up at him. I can’t find the right words because he wants what I can’t offer. So, I just say what I’m thinking.
“Thank you for Chuck E. Cheese.”
The rage in his face fades as he considers my words. I see recognition in his eyes. He was my savior that day, just like he was last night with Neal. Silas did it without fanfare. He probably never expected praise. However, I see a new warmth in his gaze now.
Silas’s wide hand slides down the back of my head, tentatively as if afraid to touch me. I don’t want to let him go. Feeling this fantasy coming to an end, I’m terrified in a way I haven’t been in so long.
“You should eat,” he says.
His words feel like a rejection, yet he says them softly. I tell myself he’s worried about me. He isn’t pushing me away. It’s not over yet. I might still have a chance to become what he wants.
SILAS
My day starts off likeshit when I wake up to find Landry gone. My first thought is she’s taken the kids and run off. Or maybe she’s called the police and is hiding somewhere in the house, waiting for them to arrive. Based on my luck with women, Landry sending me to prison wouldn’t be a huge shock.
Instead, she’s inside my shower. I open the bathroom door to find steam filling the room. I get just a glimpse of Landry through the glass enclosure. Her head is down. She cradles her belly. I worry she’s sick or having pregnancy issues. When she doesn’t make any noise, I accept she’s relaxing under the hot water.
My dick springs to life once my fears cease. Landry’s sexy as all get-out. Even when she was shuffling around behind me last night like a little kid needing a nap, I kept picturing her in my arms, under my body, and moaning my name. If I weren’t so worried over her doing me wrong like Kati, I might have kissed her sweet lips.