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  “Is this true?” She turns and looks at him with disgust.

  “Does it matter? You don't want him coming around you anyway, you said it yourself.” He says with a grin of pure evil.

  “That's not at all what I said. I don't know what you're trying to cause here but obviously it's trouble. Get the hell out of my house!” She pushes on his back and he stumbles forward.

  “You're right, I lied. I've lied to protect you and to give you something better than he ever could. I gave you your own gallery in the country of your dreams, provided means to make it happen, allowed you to be closer to your mother, and even kept this boy at a distance. All for you. This is how you show your appreciation?”

  “Wait, what do you mean you gave me the gallery in France? How do you have anything to do with that?”

  She doesn't know. All of this time I thought she knew that he's the one that made the whole institution thing possible, but she had no idea. Oh my god. This means a hell of a lot when it comes to things unexplained. It was Clayton all along. He had not only me fooled, but her as well.

  “And I never asked you to keep Adrian from me, he's more of a man than you'll ever amount to be.” She throws a painting out the door. I then realize this is what all the meeting has been about.

  He steps up closer to the door where we're both standing. “You weren't worth it anyway. Say goodbye to your dreams, bitch.”

  In that instant, my fist flies through the air and lands on his repulsive mouth. He stands stunned from the blow for a few seconds then shakes himself out of it and lunges at me. We end up in a lock until I get out of his grip and swing at him again. This time the punch hits him in his eye and blood streams down from his brow. I turn to walk away and go up to Veronica when he comes up behind me and hits me over the head with something....

  I come to and see the most beautiful vision leaning over me.

  “Adrian, oh my god, are you okay?” Veronica asks as I blink my eyes and sit up with her help.

  “I'm fine. What the hell happened?” I rub a spot on my head that's a bit bloody and pounding like my heart relocated there.

  “Clayton hit you with a rock and ran off. I called the cops to report it so they will probably be by here to ask you some questions and take a look at your head.”

  “Damn. He's such a pussy that he had to use a weapon huh? At least I was man enough to use what I was given, my fists... which by the way, look like they're swollen from his hard ass face.”

  She chuckles. “Well you got him pretty damn good yourself. He left here with a fat lip and a bloody eye. He deserves it... and more, which will come to him when he gets locked up for the shit he did to you.” Her hand runs over my chest and the pain seems to fade.

  The police car pulls up shortly after we get up off of the ground and ask me all about what happened. With the wound on my head and the fact that I'm still groggy, Veronica helps to explain the entire situation. She lets it be known that he was in the wrong and I was simply defending her as well as myself against him. They let us know they'll be on the lookout for him after getting a good description of him and the car. He won't be too hard to find with his career being right at the local hospital. The cop asks if I need to get looked at and I brush it off because I'll live, plus I'd take being in the care of this sexy lady over being in a hospital full of nurses any day. We go inside after the cop pulls off and she helps me over to the couch.

  “You should rest for a bit before trying to do too much. I think you could of used getting it checked out, but I'll be your caretaker if that's what you want.” She gives me an ice pack followed by a wink and a smile. There's nothing hotter than this woman. Nothing.

  “So what was the deal with him anyway?” I bluntly ask her.

  “The whole deal?” She looks at me from the top of her eyes.

  “That would be really nice, yes.” I came for answers and that's exactly what I want.

  “Okay. So back when he and I had that accident, I thought he took care of me at the hospital because he's a doctor, but it was more than that. He obviously had his eye on me before then. We had met one day for lunch and his words were directed to wanting something more from me and he was kind of nasty with me that day. Well I walked out and I didn't want much to do with him after that. Unfortunately, because I run a business and have to ignore personal conflict for the good of my career, I can't take everything to heart. He came and apologized in Paris... which was odd to come all the way there, but he also wanted to see the new gallery and have a special piece done for some event he had coming up. I didn't think much of it at the time. When he learned that I was back in town, he came here to request the painting. I told him I was having a bad day because I thought my best friend and the man that loves me were seeing each other so he could pick it up tonight instead, which is why he was here. Apparently he had other intentions than I was aware of.”

  “Damn, yeah... there was definitely more to it than what I assumed. I had no idea. Why didn't you tell me about all of this before?”

  “I don't know. I didn't think it was anything like what it turned out to be. Plus I didn't want to upset you over something that wasn't important to me, he was just a client as far as I seen it.”

  “All right, so that explains that. What I'd like to know that bothers me even more, is how you could think up something as crazy as Jenna and I seeing each other? You weren't even close to what was really going on. I've been trying to get to you for so long, the last thing I would do is try to secretly be with your best friend. Then you wouldn't answer your phone. What the hell Veronica?”

  “It was stupid, I know that now. I was so furious at what it appeared to be that I didn't want to hear what you or she had to say. It took me until this evening to listen to the messages on my phone, which explained a lot and I feel really stupid for acting the way I did. I'm sorry that I made such a dumb assumption and for not allowing you in all this time Adrian.”

  “It's hard to believe this is real. Are you sure I'm not still knocked out?” I chuckle.

  “No, you're wide awake.” She laughs. “Trust me, this is all hard to admit but worth it.”

  “You confessing, being real with me, even apologizing... I must have made a real impact on you, huh?” I grin.

  “You have. I've learned a lot in the last few months and mostly because I've had you in my sub-conscious reminding me that there's more to life than just me. I feel like a real jerk being so shitty to you. I don't know how I could ever make it up to you, but I want to spend my life doing it.”

  “That sounds better than anything I've ever heard in my entire life. You can start by coming closer to me and showing me how real this is. I've been living in what feels like a dream for so long, I need the real you right here beside me.”

  “I can handle that.” She smiles and comes in close to cuddle under my arm. This is what I've been needing all along... her.

  “I want to make love to you... not have sex, not fuck, not any of that hardcore shit... I want to literally make love to you, and only you.”

  “I can handle that too. Lots of that.” She grins.

  “Hey...” I say before I go in for a kiss, “promise that we will be more open with one another?”

  “Promise. Pussy promise.” She bursts out with laughter. “I'll promise you with my pussy wrapped around your cock instead of pinkie promising.”

  I can't stop the laugh but try to force myself to stop so I can take it more seriously.

  “Yes, on a serious note, I do promise to be more open with you.” She says and leans in to place her lips on mine.

  I pick her up and carry her to the stairs.

  “Don't hurt yourself. You were just blacked out like two hours ago.” She giggles. “We don't have to go all the way upstairs if you don't want to.”

  “I'm fine, nothing can hold me down with the way I feel right now... I'm about to make love to the woman I've fallen so hard for, nothing in this world can hurt me other than you yourself.” I wink. “Besides,
we have to go to your bed, we're going to do this the right way if even just this once.”

  Her phone rings and she puts it on speaker.

  “Ronni?” Jenna says with relief in her voice, “You're okay!”

  “Yes Jen, I'm okay.” She says to ease her worried mind.

  “Hey Jen, you think we can call you back tomorrow? Maybe we can make a double date of it or something... whatever you want... my arms are starting to give.” I say and can hear Jenna's gasp of shock that I'm with her.

  “Really? Too much information. I'm hanging up now. Have fun you two!”

  We look at each other and laugh it out before I take her up the stairs and into the bedroom. I gently put her down on the bed and lay her back. I undress then slowly remove everything she has on and run my hands from her feet all the way up to her breasts. Her body quivers from my touch and the feeling makes my cock stand at attention. I caress her nipple before I place my mouth on it and lick around the center. The sound of her breathing increases my arousal. I trail kisses and licks all around her abdomen and spread her legs open as I climb between them. I slowly stretch my body over hers and slide my cock inside of her, the sensation is enough to make me moan loudly with pleasure. She looks up at me and bites her lip in a suggestive manner.

  I stop briefly. “Who am I kidding? After all that you put me through, you deserve to be fucked like the bad girl you've been.”

  She lights up and her eyes turn a dark, sexy shade of green. I obviously struck the right chord in her sexual prowl. Before I can get up to make another move, she jumps up off of the bed and dashes through the doorway.

  She yells out behind her, “Last one gets spanked with the flogger first!”

  I chase after her, as I seem to have made a habit of, and follow her to the room at the end of the hall where all the fun can be had. This is the Veronica I fell in love with and I wouldn't ever want it to change unless she wanted to change it herself. I get through the door shortly after her and she leaps into my arms, kissing me with a passion I haven't felt from her in too long. She pulls away and bounces over to the dresser to grab the toys she's eager to put to use.

  “You were the last one, bend over.” She grins wide and smacks the flogger across her palm.

  “Yes Ms. Thorne.” I kneel onto the table.

  “Ms.? That's double for using such profanity... what did I tell you about talking so dirty?”

  “Yes ma'am.” I snicker.

  “Are you looking for a triple?”

  I feel the ends of the flogger run over my balls from the back and hear the leather swoosh through the air before she gently strikes my ass with it. After my spanking session, I bend her over and worship her with my tongue before grabbing the rope to tie her wrists and ankles. The sight of her brings me to an intense erection.

  “I told you that you're in trouble.” I tell her and smack her ass with my hand.

  She pushes her ass towards me, asking for it. I push into her and my cock swells from the tight, wet pussy that's swallowing it. She whimpers and whines as I pound harder. Apparently we both needed a good, hard fuck because we cum within no time. I fall onto her back, wore out from the wild pumping and grinding. Yeah, I need to build some stamina back up before trying to fuck like a damn dominate porn star. Though I wouldn't trade this feeling for anything. The release was incredible and from her reaction, I can tell she's satisfied as well. I untie her and we both crash onto the floor to catch our composure before we go to the bed and rest.

  “I haven't had a chance to tell you how much I love the sketch book you gave me. The engraved Ms. Thorne was a funny touch Mr. Montez. The poems that you had folded inside, I read them daily since you left Paris and I could feel your heart pouring out from the words... it's beautiful, thank you.”

  “Anything for you.”

  We drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.

  ~ ~ ~

  I open my eyes to find her staring at me with her head on my chest. It's an amazing feeling to have her after all of this time. I've gone through hell and back for her, and I'd do it all again just to have her in this moment. I would go through even more to have her in my life.

  “Adrian.” She says softly.

  “Yeah baby?”

  “There's one more thing I need to be honest about with you...”

  Oh shit. No more confessions. I've had so much honesty, I think I'd rather a hidden truth right about now. Damn. Well... I did just tell myself that I'd go through more hell to have her for life, so if this is what it takes, then so be it. I let out the breath I'd held for the length of her pause while she waits on my go-ahead.

  “Okay, what is it?” Please don't be a STD, is the first thought that comes to mind.

  “Well... I'm not one hundred percent sure yet, so I don't know, but I wanted to pre-warn you...”

  For the love of all my sanity, tell me woman!

  “Um, there's a chance... maybe... that I could be pregnant.”

  Adrian quickly sits up in the bed and wipes his face with his hands. There's no way this is happening, he thinks to himself. The unknown strikes him and questions begin pouring through his thoughts. What if the baby isn't his? She had sex with complete strangers while they were apart, there's no telling how far along she is if she is pregnant, which leads to being completely lost on who this baby would even belong to. Veronica sits up next to him and runs her hand down his back to comfort him. He leans forward a bit, uneasy from her touch, unsure what to think.

  “Are you okay?” She asks him.

  “I don't know. I mean, I love you and I'm not going anywhere... but I have to admit that the thought of this possibility scares the hell out of me.”

  “It's all right babe, don't even stress about it. For one, we don't know if I am or not yet.”

  “If you are... I don't know.”

  “You don't know what? You don't know if you would want to stay with me?” She pulls up the sheet in discomfort.

  “It's not that at all. I want you and I want to be with you. I'm hoping one day you'll be in love with me as I am you. The only worry I have is being a father...”

  “You'd make a great daddy.” She interrupts. “I wouldn't worry about that part, it's brand new for both of us if it happens.”

  “No. Not that... being a father to a child I don't even know is mine.”

  The words sound worse than Adrian intends, they make Veronica cringe as though he just killed a puppy. She takes it as he couldn't love the child unless it's his own and that her sleeping around makes her repulsive to him. It's not what he said, but it's what she feels from the comment he made and his reaction to the situation at hand. He can't take it back, and he knows he messed up by saying what he said. If only he could have worded it differently. His fear wasn't of caring for a child that isn't his, but being a question if it's his worries him. He went through enough of the unknown recently and this isn't something he feels he can handle not knowing the truth about. Veronica stands up and puts on her clothes.

  “I didn't know love was so judgmental.” She says before walking out of the room.