Finding My Forever (Beaumont 3)

“I don’t know, wifey, will you take off your shirt for me so I can see your tits?”

“Incorrigible,” I say, knowing I’ll do whatever he asks of me.

“You love me?”

“You know I do and so does your Little One.”

“I miss you. I’ll call you later.” He hangs up before I can say goodbye. I don’t know what that call was about, but it’s enough to put a smile on my face. I walk back to my table with the asshole’s coffee, hoping he’s ready to order. Today might be the day that I actually spit in someone’s food.

“Sorry about that.”

“I’m sure you are.”

I roll my eyes and set down his coffee. I’m not going to take his shit. I don’t have to. If he’s not careful, I’ll have one of the kids will come wait on him just so I can see them piss him off.

‘If you need anything, let me know.”

“Excuse me, Miss.” I’m not two-steps away before he calls me back. I turn and freeze. The paper is down and this man is not just any customer, but Damien.

I look around to see if anyone is watching. Of course, no one is in sight. My pulse races with fear. He knows I’m pregnant. This is something he’s wanted.

“You’re fat, Jenna. You know that’s unacceptable.”

“You need to leave, Damien. There’s a warrant for your arrest. If anyone see’s you, they’ll call the cops.” I lie, easily.

He scoffs. “I’m not afraid of your Podunk friend.” He points to my belly. “When did you turn into a whore?”

“I’m married –” I stop talking. I don’t need to tell him anything.

“I’m coming for you, don’t forget.” Before I can say anything he’s up and out the door. His paper left behind. I step forward and look. It’s a picture of Jimmy and I that was taken on the street before we got married. There are slash marks and the word dead is written all over it.

I reach to pick it up, but it’s taken from my hand quickly. “Sorry, I forgot my paper,” Damien says as he walks out the door again.

I’VE come home a day early to surprise Chelsea. It’s our three-year anniversary. She thinks I’m going to be on tour until the end of the week, but that was a little white lie I told her. It’s all part of my master plan. We’re leaving tonight for a holiday in Jamaica. I’ve been planning this for months now. I want our anniversary to be special.

Liam drops me off outside our house. I get ou

t and stare at the brick building. I love this place. The lights are on so I know that she’s still awake. When I spoke to her earlier today, she said she was staying home because the thought of going out without me was pure agony. She likes to exaggerate every now and again. She’s never had a problem going out on her own before, but I get it, especially today. We want to be together.

I unlock the door and put my bags down in the hall. The house is quiet. I’m hoping she’s not asleep, although if she is, I can’t understand why she’s left the lights on.

As I walk down the hall, the sound of skin slapping and moaning seeps from our bedroom. I rub my hands together. My bird is watching porn and is probably getting really turned on by it. She’s missed me. I love this side of her. She likes to get kinky and I’m a very obliging partner. My early arrival is bound to break the record for best ‘surprise I’m-back, did-you-miss-me?’ ever.

I turn the handle and open the door a little. The sounds seem very lifelike and a lot louder. She has the TV switched on with the volume turned up on full-blast, but I can still hear her moans. I know the sounds she makes and can tell she’s nearly coming. I bend over and unlace my boots, slipping them off my feet. My belt buckle is undone. The buttons pulled away from my jeans. My hand rubs my cock, it’s hardening the closer I get.

Everything moves in slow motion as I walk around the corner. My fiancée is on her knees being fucked from behind. My eyes travel from his nakedness over her body to her face. I can’t see her though because the face that I love so much is buried in another bastard’s crotch.

“What the fucking hell?” I shout loudly. The three of them stop suddenly and look at me. Chelsea’s eyes widen in horror as she realises she’s been caught with her pants down. Literally. I do up my jeans and stare at the three of them. My eyes begin to fully assess the scene, taking it in bit by bit. She’s fucking cheating on me. And in my fucking house, no less.

“Jimmy,” she says and her voice is laced with both exhaustion and nerves.

“Don’t say a fucking word. You don’t need to explain.” I turn and walk out, picking up my boots as I go. I don’t stop to put them on before grabbing my suitcase and leaving. I fish my keys out of my bag and head to my car.

“Jimmy,” she screams. I look up to find her outside in a t-shirt, one that is barely covering her backside. Her two friends follow out behind her and leave without saying anything.

I open the door and throw my bag in. I don’t know where I’ll go, probably to my dad’s or even a hotel. I can’t go to Liam’s place and Harrison lives too far away.

“Jimmy wait!” I don’t acknowledge her and she doesn’t take that as a sign. She runs over to me and grabs my arm. I shake her off. “I can explain.”