Unwanted Heat

Nicholas

Flashback

“Mommy hungry… mommy… wake up,” I shake her.

“Go away.”

“Mommy, belly hurts.”

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“No, gone. No food.”

“Look in the cabinets then; I’m tired, leave me alone.”

The food is gone in the cabinets too; it’s always gone. I wish my Mommy would just wake up. I wish Mommy would be like Suzie’s mom who bakes cookies and cooks us yummy food. Why doesn’t my mommy cook? Why doesn’t my kitchen have all the food that Suzie’s does?

“Mommy… ”

“Go away, you little shit; I’ll get up and deal with you later.”

Another night of broken sleep though I shouldn’t be surprised, my nightmares always come back when I least expect it. I thought tonight would have been different since I fell asleep much faster than normal and didn’t toss and turn as much. I should have expected the end to a nice night would be like this.

What surprised me though was last night itself. I had arranged to take Kenzie out for dinner, just the two of us… I was afraid that if she were only seen with me at public events that someone might start thinking that we weren’t really together. For my public image transformation plan to be successful, I need everyone to be convinced that we are a normal couple which means going out sometimes, just the two of us. I expected dinner to be awkward without a public event to force us to keep up appearances. But once again, Kenzie managed to surprise me.

Dinner was anything but uncomfortable. We easily found things to talk about and there really wasn’t a time when things were awkward between us. I confirmed last night what I suspected from our first meeting: Kenzie does not like to talk about herself and will do almost anything to avoid talking about her past. I can’t help but wonder, why she not talk about her childhood, her family or even something simple like why she decided to move to the east coast? People don’t just up and decide to leave

Denver to move to New York, at least not without a good reason.

When she said she didn’t have family out here, I just assumed she followed love, that some guy she was with decided to move here and she followed. She denied that but once again gave me no clue as to why she would move across country. I’m tempted to ask Carter to dig deeper into her background; there has to be something there to explain why she left or what happened to her family. Carter assured me there was nothing out of the ordinary in her background report but I know she is hiding something.

Either what she is hiding doesn’t appear on her background report because it is something that was never reported, or she has managed to find someone to bury certain details of her past which isn’t easy and I should know. If it wasn’t for this damn contract with Bridget, I would just look at the full background report myself but I gave her my word that I wouldn’t pry into her personal information and I’m trying like hell to uphold my end of the contract. Plus, the thought of Kenzie getting mad at me again bothers me, although I don’t know why it should. I piss people off on a daily basis in my business and don’t think twice. Yet here I am worried that Kenzie will get mad; she was really upset by the fact that Carter even ran a background check on her. I don’t know how she would react if she knew I had him dig deeper or that I even read the report.

Trying to push thoughts of Kenzie out of my mind, I take a shower and start to weed through my many emails that came in during dinner. Once again I find myself waiting a reasonable time before I let Carter know I want to go for a run. Running helps pull me from my nightmares; it clears my mind and gets me ready for the day. Of course as luck would have it, it’s raining outside and I despise running when it’s raining hard. A few minutes later, Carter and I are in the gym of The Towers running on treadmills instead.

I’m listening to music, lost in my thoughts which are focused on trying to find the next big project for PFS to take on. I don’t know how long I run but when I finally look up I see an absolutely stunning woman standing next to the pool. One wall of the gym overlooks the built-in Olympic size swimming pool one floor below the gym, but the ceiling of the room extends to the height of the gym. Not too many people use the pool but this morning there is a sexy brunette standing at the edge, almost as if she is trying to decide if she is going in. I can only see her back, but from what I can see, she looks incredibly sexy in the bikini she is wearing. Without warning, she dives perfectly into the pool, swimming the entire length before lifting her head up for air. She swims several times back and forth without stopping. I don’t know why, but I can’t seem to stop watching her. It’s almost like I’m drawn to her.

After several minutes, or perhaps longer, the beautiful brunette climbs out of the pool once again giving me a perfect view of the profile of her body. She has long legs that seem to go on forever; a small ass but one that I could see filling my hands perfectly. I can tell from this angle her stomach is completely flat and firm. Her breasts are perfect just like the rest of her: not too big, but not too small either. I can’t help but picture what she would look like naked beneath me. Fuck, she wouldn’t even have to be naked, she could stay in the bikini she has on right now.

I wonder what it would be like to walk into the pool area, push her against the wall, move her bikini bottom aside and thrust into her. I would hold her wrists in one hand behind her back, the other would be gripping her firm ass as I fuck her hard against the wall until she begs me to make her come. Of course, no one would be able to see us but the idea of fucking her in public arouses both of us further. We use each other; taking from each other what we both desperately need, a quick hard fuck. I nearly groan aloud as I picture finding my release inside her flat against that wall. Opening my eyes, I’m absolutely stunned at the sight before me.