Page 27 of Ma Belle Marguerite
As I’m coming down from my high, I hear Rex let out a deep, guttural groan, and I look at my phone in time to see him come.
Taking my vibrator out because the sensation is too much, I’m unsure what to do now. I have never done this before. I place it beside me and look sheepishly at the phone to see what Rex is doing now.
Do we say good night and hang up or keep talking? Do I just go clean my toy and he does his thing? Do I thank him? No, that would be weird.
Before I can overthink this more, he answers my unspoken questions. “Let me get cleaned up quick. I’ll be right back. Wait for me.” Then all I see is the ceiling.
While he is gone, I take my vibrator to the shower to clean up tomorrow. I’m too tired for that now. Besides, I'm not sure how much longer my legs can hold me up. They feel like Jell-O that isn’t fully set.
When I get back to my bed, Rex is back and waiting for me, a content smile on his face as he lays in bed.
“Want to lie here and talk until we fall asleep?” I can hear the tiredness in his voice.
I try to keep the shock from his words off my face. Judging by his smirk, I don’t do a good job. “Sure, is this phone sex’s version of cuddling after?” I ask shyly.
He looks like he is trying not to laugh. “I guess so. I haven’t done this before, but I miss you already. I’m not ready to hang up just yet.”
I feel smug that I’m the only one that he has done this with. Maybe he really did miss me.
This man is making me forget that I need to take this slow and be careful. “I miss you, too.” Looking at his face on my phone doesn't feel real. I can't believe the man who broke my heart—the one I thought I’d lost—is the one I’m lying here looking at now.
“I wish I was lying there beside you.” He sighs. “I know I need to be patient, but watching you like that is hard.” I can see the sadness in his eyes and feel another piece of the wall around my heart break away.
“My parents are supposed to take the kids one weekend soon. Maybe we can do an overnight. But don't forget, we are taking this slow. It isn't a relationship.” I need to guard myself. I can’t handle more heartbreak, and he still has some explaining to do.
He has a huge smile. “I absolutely cannot wait. I will take whatever you will give me. I will win you over in time.” His sadness has disappeared, and I see a bit of the old happy Rex in his eyes again.
“Settle down, Casanova. We don't know for sure yet when my parents are taking the kids.” Did I just bite off more than I can chew?
“Were the twins surprised to see you home early?” He changes the subject, thankfully.
“Yes, they were, and they are very excited that I’m going to be able to spend more time with them at home. This transition has been hard for them, but they've been doing really well, considering.” It feels so natural to talk like this with him.
Rex looks mischievous. “How do you think they would like coming to stay in the mansion while you work for me? It would be more convenient for everyone if we did that, and we wouldn't have to worry about someone being with the kids, since I always have staff here.”
There is no way he just thought this up. “How did this go from a video booty call to you asking me to move my children into your house when they don't even know who you are?” I ask incredulously. This man cannot be serious.
“I know it sounds crazy and seems like a lot, but you would basically be my live-in assistant. Besides, if you live here, the kids would have to live here too. You’d have your own wing where you used to stay when we were teens.” He continues before I can interject. “They don't need to know about any relationship we had in the past or any we have right now until you’re ready. As far as they are concerned, I would just be your boss,” he states matter-of-factly.
Yes, he has definitely been thinking about this and waiting for the right moment to bring it up. Of course, he waits until right now when I’m not thinking 100% clearly.
Frustrated, I remind him, “Rex, you can't just spring these things on me. I need time to think about it and how I would present it to my kids. I know it seems simple to you, but they’re children who are very intelligent. We need to be careful.” I sigh. It’s obvious that he hasn’t spent much time around children. They are way more insightful than most give them credit for.
“Well, I kind of hinted at it earlier, but I didn't think it was a good idea to bring it up right then after everything that had just happened at the hospital. I wanted to make sure you were feeling better before we talked about it.” His voice sounds sincere.
Sighing, it is my turn to change the subject. “I guess since I have a new boss and job, I’ll need to figure out a new wardrobe. I highly doubt scrubs are required.” My clothes are old and shabby as I haven’t bought anything but scrubs for myself in forever. I’m sure being an assistant to whatever his title is now requires me to look the part. That part is not cheap and homeless.
“You could show up to work in your birthday suit, and I would love that. Although, thinking about it, I would have to kill anybody who looked at you, so maybe don't do that. You can wear anything you want except your birthday suit.” He sounds angry by the time he is done with his little rant.
God, this man will be the death of me! “I will not show up naked. Don’t worry. I don’t even know where to show up.” I don’t know if he has an office or works from home. Is home still the same place or did he get his own place?
“I’ll give you all the information tomorrow,Ma Belle. For now, get some rest. You’ve had a long day.” He snuggles into his blankets and smiles at me, and my heart betrays me with a little flutter.
Chapter 12
Alexander
Iwake up with my phone still on my nightstand beside me, and I see Bella fast asleep. She looks like an angel. Now, do I say good morning, or do I hang up and send a text? I'm not a romantic guy. I've never done this before.
