Page 12 of With Love, Alex

Booty Call

My phone pingedwith an incoming text.

Matthew: I want to come visit you this week.

Was I ready for a visit from him?

I needed to start living my life and stop being afraid.

Alex:Okay. Mason will be here all except for when he’s at school. It’s too early for me to introduce you to him. I hope you understand.

Matthew:I understand. Remember I have two kids of my own.

Matthew:So, your cool with me coming? I can stay at Colt’s house and see you during the day. Maybe I can come over when Mason’s asleep if you’re comfortable with that?

Alex:I think I can make that work. What day are you thinking?

Matthew:Wednesday?

Alex:Are you staying the weekend? Is Colt coming with you?

Matthew:If it’s okay with you, I’d like to stay the weekend. Will you have Mason this weekend?

Alex:No, he’ll be at his dad’s Friday night through Sunday morning.

Matthew:It’s just me coming but Colt said I can stay at his house anytime I want.

Alex:I need to get done with this project if you want to see me while you’re here. Can I talk to you tonight?

Matthew:No problem. I’ll text you my itinerary once I book my flight.

To say I was shocked that Matt was coming to visit me was an understatement. Hell, after that night, I never thought I’d hear from him again. He’s a hot Hollywood actor that could get any girl he wanted. What could he possibly want from me? Not that I thought I was ugly, but no one would mistake me for a Hollywood actress or Victoria Secret’s model. I’m short or what I considered short at five foot, four inches and I rarely wore makeup or fixed my hair beyond throwing it up in a ponytail. I dressed for comfort in either sweats or yoga pants.

Of course, when Matt saw me I was dressed up with my makeup and hair done, looking better than I had in years. I couldn’t remember the last time I wore anything but my standard attire. He saw me at my best. Even when I woke up the morning after, I undoubtedly looked better than I had in the last year or more. What would he think when he saw me again? I didn’t want to be fake with him by wearing clothes I wouldn’t normally wear. I wanted to be myself, but maybe a little better version of me.

What would he think of my house? I was sure he lived in a mansion. Anything would be compared to my little ranch house. It was three tiny bedrooms with one being used as my home office. I didn’t have super nice furniture, but it wasn’t horrible either. Mostly because I didn’t have the money after the divorce to buy all new stuff and I had a six-year-old son. There was no point unless I wanted to stress over Mason and his every action on any nice furniture. Our house was cozy. We were happy with what we had and that was all that mattered.

Was he expecting sex? I wasn’t sure I was ready to have sex with him or anyone for that matter. It was different when I had been too drunk to know better. What I really needed to do was call Taylor and see what she had to say. Hopefully she could stop all the thoughts and self-doubt swirling in my head.

Heading to my desk, I grabbed my phone before I started to look over my notes for the account I was working on. I only hoped that I would be done before Matthew got here. Four days didn’t give me a lot of time, and if I didn’t get done then he’d have to understand that I had a job that needed to get done.

Once I had a couple of hours of work under my belt and I was on auto-pilot with what I was doing, I called Taylor.

“Hey,” Taylor answered brightly. It hadn’t been long since we’d last talked on the phone. Maybe a few days, but it had been close to a month since my visit after the whole Ryan and Dawn debacle. Ryan and I were talking again, but things still weren’t back to normal with us. They were close, but I knew when he looked at me, Ryan could see the hurt still in my eyes just as I saw the sadness in his over hurting me. Taylor, of course, knew that I couldn’t or wouldn’t stay mad at Ryan for long, and supported my decision to have him in my life even though I wasn’t totally over him lying to me.

“Hey, I miss you,” I answered back. It was a pretty standard greeting for the both of us now that she lived hundreds of miles away instead of the two that had separated us when she lived in Fairlane.

“I miss you too, but we’ll see each other soon. Christmas isn’t that far away, and by then I’m sure you’ll be sick and tired of the cold and happy to spend the holiday on the beach.”

“I love the beach. You know I do, but I’d never visit the beach again if it meant you lived here. I’d move there if I could, but you know that Decker will never agree to let me leave Fairlane, let alone leave the state with Mason. I don’t have the money to fight him and he knows it.”

Taylor sighed on the other end of the line. “I know. I wish I could tell you that this case Jack is working on is going to be over soon, but from what he can tell me, it’s going to be a very long case. Once it’s over though, we’re moving back even if we have to move in with you.”

We both laughed knowing that I would eagerly open my home to them anytime.

“Anything new going on?” She asked as I heard her shuffling around what sounded like some sort of store. She was probably grocery shopping while Ben was at school. I knew that if I had the choice, I’d always choose to go alone instead of with Mason tagging along asking if we were done yet.

Exhaling a deep breath, I told her what had been on my mind since my text with Matt. “He wants to come here on Wednesday and stay the weekend. I’m pretty sure he’s going to want sex. Right?”

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