“So, how is your father?” I asked Wendy, who kept her focus on her food.
Fuck. Everything about her was perfect. Down to even her chewing, and the soft curves of her cheeks and her hair.
I’d been dreaming of her last night. And now she was here, to work with me. As my wife.
Little did she know I had my intentions set to make her stay that way. Now that she was back in my life, I didn’t plan to let her go again.
Someone as attractive as her must have had a boyfriend or two in the past. I knew that. But that was in the past and the present was now. The present was her signing on to be my wife.
“Well, my dad’s had it tough. Lost his job some time ago…” she trailed off. Then she shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s been depressed. And hasn’t always had the best coping mechanisms.”
A soft scent of honeysuckle drifted my way. Even over the hearty smell of our food. It was subtle and feminine, very much her.
It didn’t matter about who she chose in the past. Now she was going to choose me. I was finally going to take her, like I should have done long ago. I had to keep my mind out of the gutter so I didn’t bust a huge erection.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, about her dad. “I hope things will get better for him.”
“Well, this will help,” she acknowledged.
“So, about that. In three days, we’re going to get our marriage certificate underway. Would you like to shop for a ring, or should it be a surprise?” I asked Wendy, noting her rose colored cheeks.
“Um, you can choose. I’m not going to be picky. So, go ahead, surprise me.”
“Very well then.” I smiled and took the last bites of my cheesesteak.
“But you do know, I’ll need you living with me. And soon. While I don’t want to take you away from your father, there is work that needs to be done.” I tried to say in the way that made me sound like an asshole the least.
Wendy was a grown woman now. She couldn’t be living with her father forever.
She flickered her eyes up to me and nodded her head without saying a word.
I happened to glance out the window where my car was parked, and I noticed my Aventador had caused a small crowd. I didn’t mind.
But what I didn’t mind was this…
“Oh, God. Why do people think they can sit on anything they want?” I sighed, drumming my fingers on the table.
Wendy raised an eyebrow and looked over her shoulder to see what I was talking about.
“Ugh. She’s just looking for a sugar daddy.” Wendy glanced back at me. “I don’t blame her though. Yet still, sitting on expensive cars is inappropriate.”
Wendy got out of her seat and I put down a hundred dollar bill to cover the tab, which left enough after covering our meager tab to have a nice tip for the waitress.
“Wendy, wait!” I called after her. But her sights were set on stopping that woman from putting a dent in our dream car.
Physical therapy and the combination of seeing Wendy again must have been doing my legs some wonder, because I found myself picking up speed right behind her.
“Hey,” Wendy barked. “Off my fiancé’s car right now!” she demanded. Her authoritative tone caused some of the people with their phones to back away, even though she wasn’t necessarily talking to them.
“Your fiancé’s?” the woman on the front end of my car said, sliding off. She looked at me and at my silver cane I balanced on as I came through the diner’s doors.
“Oh, that? He’s all yours, sister,” she laughed, flipping her fake blond hair and turning around.
“You know what, screw you. He’s more of a man than anything your stale ass could catch,” Wendy hissed.
The woman kept on her way. Wendy’s words were fighting words.
If I had strolled out here with my regular pair of legs sans the cane, that woman would’ve tried to bull doze over Wendy to flirt with me.
And me?
I would’ve turned her down in the harshest of ways.
“Thanks, Dear,” I said to Wendy, giving her a peck on the cheeks.
The look of surprise brightened up her face and she played it off. “No problem… fiancé. Gonna take me home now? I’ve got to do some things around the house.”
I took her by the waist, loving our little roleplay game. “Sure. That’s my favorite place to take you.”
***
I pulled up into the parking lot by her apartment building. I was surprised they still lived here. The memories…
“Sam? Something wrong?” Wendy asked.
I shook myself out of my daze into memory lane and shifted in my seat. Having Wendy by my side was tempting.
I wonder if she knew that the moment I saw her that I forgave her?
We were just teenagers. What happened shouldn’t have kept us apart for this long.
“Remember, three days. We’ve got to start making appearances and all that good stuff. I really do enjoy this though, Wendy.”
I grasped her hand and gave it a kiss. Wendy’s eyes fluttered and her face blushed over with a dainty pink.
“Goodness. You’re such a gentleman.”
Wendy opened her door and maneuvered her way out of the car after I opened the door for her. She looked like she had the hang of it now.
“See you, Sam. Call me anytime, okay?” she said, as if we were never going to live together.
“Hopefully I won’t have to. You’ll be within arm’s reach. Or limping reach at least,” I teased.
She giggled and shut the door.
That walk. The way her hips swung side to side in that dress made my dick prick up a notch. At least that part of me still worked just fine.
I rolled down the window and shouted. “Wendy, when you move in with me, I have a surprise for you.”
“It better be good!” she said back before disappearing behind a door.
I started on my journey back home with a lot on my mind. My phone rang and my guess was that it was Benson.
But after getting into that car accident, I wasn’t going to answer the phone, nor do anything else besides steer the wheel while driving.
People took their health and current well being for granted.
One second. One second and one bad decision were all it took to turn your life upside down.
Benson was going to have to wait.