“Something to look forward to,” I say, leaning up a little to touch my mouth to his. I let out a small, happy sigh when I taste myself on him. I never thought the day would come when this would happen and he was mine.
“Food,” he tells me before pulling me from the bed. He kisses me then walks over to open the curtains.
The sun pours into the bedroom and I glance around for a clock thinking it has to be late morning. I freeze when I see I’m in the master bedroom. I don’t remember coming up here. I mean, I knew we came upstairs but I was a little distracted while being carried to bed.
My things are here and my heart races when I see all my art notebooks stacked up together with my drawing table. I kept them in a spare room at what I guess is now my old place.
“You kept them locked up. So I did the same.” He shrugs, explaining why the door was locked.
“Because I didn’t want my father to find them,” I admit.
It’s silly, because my father didn’t come to my house, but the moment I got space of my own I rushed out to buy supplies and a lock. I told myself it was the one thing that was for me, but I was so scared he’d take it from me again. I put two locks on the door to try and reassure myself. Aiden never asked why because he never invaded my privacy. We were close in some ways but private in others. It wasn’t until recently that I saw how distanced we were in parts of our lives.
“I moved those myself,” he says as he walks towards me. “I moved a few other things I didn’t want anyone else touching.” He cocks a smile and I know he’s talking about my underwear.
“You broke into my room?” I tease.
“Yep,” he says easily before kissing me and walking his naked ass towards the bathroom. “I’ll do anything when it comes to you,” he throws over his shoulder. “Feel free to do the same. I’ll enjoy it. I’m going to shower and make you something to eat. Join me if you want.” With that he disappears into the bathroom, leaving me standing there with my mouth open. I know I should be mad but I laugh.
“You don’t have to lock the door,” I say more to myself since Wyatt can’t hear me over the sound of the running shower.
My father thinks he can do as he pleases, but I don’t think Wyatt would stand for anyone walking into his home uninvited. Our home. I could tell if Wyatt made his move yesterday then he was ready for battle. Though I don’t think he has any intentions of telling me what his plan is or what he has on my father.
My hand slides over my stomach and I wonder if I could be getting pregnant right now. I still feel Wyatt’s cum between my thighs, so it’s a possibility.
I’m always left out of the plans and I swallow, suddenly feeling unsteady. I don’t want to be on the sidelines anymore. It’s how my parents operated and I hate their marriage. If I’m honest with myself, I can admit to hating them, but I still hold on to a small piece of hope that one day they’ll see reason.
I’m not going to ask for permission anymore. I’m going to become a woman of action. Maybe I can stop whatever the blow-up from this might be. I can try and make my father see there’s no reason for a war with Wyatt. Maybe he could get in a few jabs, but what would be the point? Wyatt has not only made a name for himself but he’s built up his own stack of cash. That’s what my father holds most dear and he can’t wrap his mind around others not feeling the same.
This could turn into a bloody war and it’s one Wyatt wouldn’t let me get involved in. But I’m not standing by this time like some pretty thing to be put on the shelf.
I’ve had a taste of what a life with Wyatt would be like and I want it. I also want him to see I can fight for this and that I want to fight for us. I want to stand beside him and build this family together, a family so different from my own.
If I had to guess, Wyatt let me go because he wasn’t ready. He knew that somehow I could get hurt because his plans weren’t fully in place. One of the things I love about him is the passion and the fight inside of him. I’m guessing he thought back then I might get hurt in the fight. It’s clear to me now that Wyatt is the exception to the rule.