Chapter Twenty-Three

Sam

This was turning into a giant fucking nightmare.  It was like I had no control anymore and my life was spiraling into oblivion.  The list was endless…

Not only had I lost my mind and smacked Leandra’s ass twice, but I find out she lost her virginity to Shorty of all people!  As if that wasn’t bad enough, I’m now stuck in a hospital room with my ex-girlfriend while my pretend wife shoots me death glares.  It’s enough to make a guy batshit crazy.

“I’m going to the bathroom down the hall to take a quick piss,” Leandra stated casually while staring directly at Betty Jo.  “I won’t be gone long, so behave yourselves.”

Really?  She found that warning to be absolutely necessary?  Did my boss think I was going to bend a very pregnant Betty Jo over her comatose husband’s hospital bed and fuck her from behind?  Can I not get a little credit here?

The second that Leandra set foot out the door, Betty Jo got friendly.

“I never thought we’d come together again under such bizarre circumstances, Sammie,” my ex giggled while surveying the hospital room.  She did have a point.  It was extremely uncomfortable.  I had honestly expected to drop Betty Jo at the hospital entrance and then wait in the parking lot until she finished checking on her husband.  But that didn’t happen.  The woman insisted we come up with her and say hello to Pete even though he was in a coma and didn’t give one flying fuck that his wife’s ex-boyfriend was back in town.

So here I sat, on a cold metal folding chair, right next to comatose Pete and his wife who was trying her best to flirt with me.

“Yeah.  Imagine that.”  I figured the less I encouraged conversation, the better.  I had no desire to be here right now.

“I’m just so worried, Sammie,” she explained in mock sorrow while rubbing her baby bump.  “What will I do without Pete?  The boys will grow up fatherless!”

Betty Jo sniffled once or twice and then gazed adoringly in my direction.

“I had always assumed you would be the father of my children, Sam.  Life wasn’t supposed to turn out like this.  We were meant for each other.  I know it.  Your mom knows it and that’s why she called today and asked me to come see you.  Even the universe knows it.  Why else would you have returned so coincidentally right after Pete’s accident?  It’s a sign.  It’s destiny.”

Are you fucking kidding me right now?  This is unbelievable!

She stuck out her chest and made one final attempt to win me over.

“I’ve never stopped loving you, Sam.  I need you now more than ever.  Help me raise my babies and let me be the wife you deserve.”

Betty Jo reached out a hand and set it on my leg.  She squeezed one time and began moving it upwards toward my crotch, leaving no doubt about her intended destination.

I instantly shot out a hand and brushed hers away as though shooing a bee that had flown too close.

“Not now and not ever,” I growled in a voice so cold that it startled even me.  It wasn’t her words that caused me to snap, but rather her heartless actions.

I got up and walked into the hallway, intense rage filling every pore of my body.  Naturally I ran right into Leandra as she was about to enter the room.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, immediately noting the look on my face.

In response, I wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, pulled her tightly to my chest, and pinned the shocked woman up against the wall.  With no hesitation what-so-ever, I leaned down and planted my mouth on hers in a searing kiss.

This was not an act to relieve stress or reduce any pent-up sexual frustration on my part.  This was simply a show of dominance to finally possess what rightfully belonged to me.   I was running on adrenaline and instinct, desperate to claim the only woman who truly held my heart.

There was no sweet exploration of her mouth.  Instead I wildly plundered and savagely took what I needed.  With a smoldering passion, Leandra responded as equally fervent, instantly cupping my face with her hands to bring me closer, climbing me like a tree, and wrapping her legs around my waist.

Raw emotion flowed through my body as I grabbed her ass and thrust my pelvis into her crotch.  Neither one of us showed an ounce of restraint as hands urgently roamed up and down bodies, tongues entwined in a flurry of movement, and we were wholly consumed with nothing but each other.

Just as things heated up to a point of no return, a nurse walked by and loudly cleared her throat.

“Need I remind you two that you are in a public place and this display of affection is extremely inappropriate?”

I slowly pulled away as the realization sank in of what I’d done.  After so many months of forcing myself to hold back, I just fucked up and ruined any chance of keeping things professional with Leandra.

One look in her eyes told me all I needed to know.  It was going to be nearly impossible to turn back the clock.  Leandra Donahue always got what she wanted.  And right now, she wanted me.

“What the hell was that?” my boss asked breathlessly, running a hand through her messed up hair.  “I mean…obviously I know what it was…but why here and why now?”

I knew that would be the first thing she asked.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I demanded, walking toward the exit without waiting to make sure she followed.  I was done with today.  Completely and utterly finished.   How I wished I was back in New York where everything was a hell of a lot easier.  Who would have thought dealing with the Irish mob would be a fucking walk in the park compared to the drama of life in rural Kansas?  No wonder why I left this shithole.