I just fell into my office chair after filing my divorce petition when Griff strolled in.
Taking the chair across from me, he said, “Don’t hate him, Pharis.”
Shocked and hurt, I growled, “Excuse me?”
“Take it from me, a man who has loved and lost three wives, when I tell you, don’t hate Eddie.”
“I don’t hate Eddie,” I choked out. “I love him, Griff. I hate that it’s come to this.”
“And if you’re not careful, one day that love will turn to hate. Don’t let that happen.”
“Why not? If it makes the pain go away then why the fuck not?”
“Because hating love changes people,” he said softly. “And if you think this hurts, let hate in and see what happens.”
“You love Brenda,” I pointed out. The man was crazy about his wife.
“And she loves me too,” he agreed. “But had I let hate win, I wouldn’t be sitting here sharing this with you. Letting hate get the best of you is the easy part. But loving despite the pain is the lesson, Pharis.”
Griff called me this morning and shared the good news that my paperwork was finalized, and that Eddie and I needed to choose a condo from the list he’s sending over. From there movers could be hired, utilities transferred, and so on.
He also said I had until Friday.
It was Tuesday. Talk about time crunch...
Skimming the listings, I forced myself not to make a decision without Eddie's input.
But it was hard because Connie found some gems and each unit was more gorgeous than the last.
Oh, and the beauty? They all faced the ocean. The fucking ocean!
But I wasn’t so caught up in my next phase of life that I didn’t catch what Griff had said. Thing is, I didn’t get why he said it. Sure, he was like my pseudo dad, but I rarely discussed my private life with him and certainly hadn’t in the last couple of weeks.
While Connie was outside on the phone, I dialed Griff back and when he answers, I don’t hesitate. “You said Eddie and I.”
“I did.”
“I never said anything about Eddie.”
“You didn’t need to.”
“Griff,” I sighed in annoyance at his super power. “What’s going on?”
Just then Eddie blew into the kitchen announcing, “Whoever that is, call them back. We have plans.”
Connie quickly peeked her head in to say, “I’m out,” and bolted with no goodbye.
“Like I said,” Griff chuckled. “You didn’t need to.”
What the actual hell was happening?
“This isn’t over,” I promised him, and like always, he ended the call with, “Love ya, kid.”
Grabbing my bag, I slung it over my shoulder asking Eddie, “Where are we going?” on my way out to his truck.
“Taking your car, superstar,” he said heading to the driver’s side. “Toss me the keys.”
Giving him a look, he mumbled, “I forgot,” and climbed in.
Eddie forgetting my car used a fob was unusual since he never forgot anything. Sensing he was on edge, I was waiting a few miles to speak when he groaned, “The fuck, Pharis?”
“What?” I asked, snapping out of my thoughts.
But there was no mistaking what Eddie was clutching in his fist. “Why is this in your car?”
Biting my lip, I said, “Traffic.”
“Traffic?”
“As in, it’s boring, and I need something to do.”
“You masturbate in traffic?”
“Personally, I think it’s weird most people don’t.”
“It has a USB port...”
“I know,” I grinned. “It’s amazing.”
Tossing it at me, he demanded, “Do it.”
“Do what?”
“Get yourself off while I drive.”
Not looking to pass an opportunity by, I unzipped my jeans, shimmying them down just enough for access, and turned it on. I slid it under my panties. The second it hit, I moaned and caused Eddie swerve.
“Shit,” he said quickly. “Sorry, baby. No matter what happens, do not stop.”
Letting my head fall toward him, I watched his reaction to my grinding on the passenger seat.
“Fuck, Eddie,” I whimpered. “It feels so good.”
Gripping my thigh, he grated, “How good, Pharis? Tell me.”
“Slippery, warm, and oh God...”
“What—”
“Dirty.”
“Fuck,” he growled.
“That’s what I need, Eddie. To fuck.”
“Soak that plastic now, and you can soak my fat cock later.”
“Promise?” I said, closing my eyes and then like lightning it was on me.
“Yes, Pharis. Fuck, baby, ride it out for me.”
And as instructed, I did.
When his hand found the vibrator, he nor I bothered turning it off.
Instead, when we stopped, I let Eddie work me into another blinding orgasm on the passenger seat.
Gripping him hard, I broke the kiss, remembering we were in the car.
Blinking at my surroundings, I asked, “Why are we at the stadium?”
Suddenly, I felt duped and... relaxed.