Dare To Love Again

Thanks to mom and her meddling shit, I can’t just walk away. Plus, the fact that I came inside my ex numerous times the night before with the intent of getting her pregnant. Now in the light of day, I see how dumb that was. I should be doing everything to get her out of my life, not trying to tie her to me even more.

By rights, I should be on the phone with my attorneys getting things ready to take her to court for full custody. But as pissed off as I am at her and what she’d done, something inside me won’t let me cross that line. Not to mention the fact that I think mom would legit brain me with something if I went that route.

Now that I was away from her and alone with my thoughts, it was hard not reliving last night. She still felt the same beneath me, still has the power to make me want the way no one else ever has. And she’s in my house for the foreseeable future, nothing and no one to stop me from having her again and again. That thought made me way too happy for my liking, and my body’s response pissed me the fuck off.

In two years, my dick played possum each time another female showed any interest in me. She’d gutted me so deep that I couldn’t even muster the strength for an emotional affair. My friends had tried dragging me back into the world of the living, but I’d buried myself in work instead, foregoing anything that had to do with dating.

But it only took one night with her to show me that I’ve only been fooling myself. One night of cumming inside her, sharing myself with her all over again, had at once reopened the wound I’d worked so hard to close when she left me and healed it at the same time. What a mess!

Jeremy and I didn’t say anything to each other as he pulled into the deserted parking lot behind the old warehouse that had been long out of use. Silas’s car was there as well as one of his team’s along with another that I didn’t recognize as I got out and made my way inside the building.

I walked into the room to find Silas and three of his men surrounding two men who were seated on plastic crates looking out of place in their hundred dollar suits. “Who’re you? What’s this about?” The older one, who I’m guessing is the one in charge, looked from Silas and his team to Jeremy and I. “I’ll ask the questions.”

“Do you know this woman?” I held out my phone and showed him a picture of Giselle that I’d taken without her knowledge. By process of elimination, I’d come to the conclusion that I wasn’t the one they were following; why would they be? And though I couldn’t think of any reason why anyone would put a tail on my ex-wife, her ass isn’t exactly the most honest, so anything can happen.

I refuse to let what happened between us the night before, and my mother’s planted seeds of doubt waylay me from what I’ve always felt. Sure there were a lot of unanswered questions that made a folly of my assumptions, like why she never touched her bank account. And why she’d left all the expensive shit, I’d given her as gifts behind. Still, I wasn’t quite ready to accept that she was any kind of innocent. Hopefully, these men can give me the answers I need.

“Why do you ask?” His reaction upon seeing the pic already answered one question, now I wanna know why. Since I’d already told him that I would be the one asking the questions, I didn’t bother to answer him. Instead, I just raised my brow with a hard cold stare, which made him squirm. I’m not sure what Silas said to them when he brought them here, but they looked sufficiently spooked to give me an idea.

“My client just asked me to keep tabs on the young lady.”

“Who is your client?”

“I don’t know we’ve never met before.”

“Are you fucking with me?”

“No, I’m serious. I’ve never met my client. My company was hired online through email, and all subsequent transactions have been handled that way.”

“What is his name, this client of yours?”

“Like I said, I don’t know; we’ve never actually met.”

“Really, how do you get paid?”

“The money is usually wired to an offshore account. I just know this guy as a sequence of numbers.”

“If you’ve never met, how do you know it’s a he and not a she?” That question seemed to throw him for a sec, but he regrouped fast enough. I was trying to trip him up if he was lying, and that was the reason for my seemingly simple questions, but from his responses and general demeanor, I got the impression that he wasn’t lying.