Page 77 of Indecent Lies

Undone and ready to blast her into the wall with the will of his dick alone until the door buzzer from downstairs startled them both.

She’d only just got cozy against his chest before he set her aside to answer it.

“Yeah, leave it downstairs, I’ll get it.” he told the courier. “Delivery,” he informed her, “won’t be a second.”

He knew she was hungry because he wasn’t even through the front door and she was tearing off bits of bacon. Texas grinned and headed for the stairs.

The three trunks weighed a ton and he finally got them through the door after three trips up the fucking stairs, his lungs burning.

“Delivery for you, Poppy.”

“What is it?”

“Says it’s from New York.”

Her face fell as she eyed the brown wooden trunks all equal in size. “Guess mom sent my clothes.”

He went back to the coffee machine and poured two while she walked around the trunks. “Not opening them?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

It was only five minutes later, he came out of the bathroom and found her in the middle of a clothes mess on the floor down on her knees, sobbing.

“What the fuck, Poppy?”

She lifted her chin, tears coating her cheeks, looking about as sad and lost as a little girl could and Texas’ insides all twisted hard, and he got over to her and crouched down. “What is it? Did they include a nasty letter?” He wouldn’t put anything past the Astor’s.

“She packed everything, Tait. Not just my clothes. My whole life. Pictures, school things, make up, jewelry, even my stupid diaries. She just emptied my fucking bedroom.”

He didn’t really get the importance other than she had her stuff now, but it meant something to Poppy and that’s why he fell to his knees and dragged her into his lap and let her sob it out for a minute.

They didn’t even send a delivery note with the trunks, like her fucking mom couldn’t be assed to even do that for her daughter.

Stroking her hair, her face in his neck he let her cry just long enough before he put a stop to it by cradling her head and moved the tears with his thumbs.

“No more, Poppy.”

“How could she do that? I’m her daughter and she just packs me up like that. Like she wants rid of me from the house.”

“Enough now, Poppy.”

Her tears continued to fall.

“I can’t. I can’t…she even packed my stupid pageant tiaras from when I was seven. I bet she made Isabel the housemaid do the packing.”

“Yes, you can, baby. What did I say? You make the decisions; you make the choices now. Your mom did hers, that means you decide it doesn’t hurt you anymore. She’ll come to regret it, and that’s on her, not you.”

“All this because I won’t marry a man I don’t love, suddenly I’m just three lousy trunks of stuff and no letter or anything.” She cried and fell back into his arms, burrowing so close he felt her heart thudding into his own chest. He couldn’t take it. Not just because he wasn’t used to a crying woman and not knowing how to handle it, but it hurt him to feel how hurt she was and it just didn’t sit right with him how her fucking family could discard her so quickly.

Taking her face in his hands, he did another sweep of her tears, her eyes so filled and sad that he couldn’t take it either and he crashed his lips down on hers, swallowing her gasp and her sadness.

It took next to no seconds for Poppy to wind her arms around his neck and fall deeper into his kiss and that’s how he stopped Poppy from sobbing.

By kissing the ever loving fuck out of her, with the floor littered in outfits and her back pressed up against a trunk, he went in with his tongue and he didn’t stop, not even when his body came alive and she started to dry hump him.

Poppy being sad was a hard limit, he discovered and Texas wouldn’t take it lightly.

He’d been back in town not that long and problems were stacking up.

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