First Love (Complicated Love Book 1) (9 page)

“Yes,” she moans. “Feels so good.”

Curling my fingers upward and pressing while sucking hard on her clit has her coming up off the bed, screaming my name.

“Brian!”

“Now, that’s how every morning should begin,” I say as I slide up her body. Then I begin kissing her.

Breaking the kiss, she says, “Yes, but we aren’t done yet. I still need you inside me.”

“Your wish is my command,” I say, sliding into her in one quick, fluid thrust.

It doesn’t take long for me to find my release, but she’s right there with me.

“Let’s shower now and then get on the road,” I say, getting out of bed.

“Okay. I’ll meet you there. Get the water nice and hot first.”

I’m certain she’ll fall back to sleep, but that’s okay. She needs her rest after the stressful couple of days she’s had.

After getting dressed, I lie on the bed, kiss her neck again, and then whisper, “Time to wake up.” Knowing this isn’t going to work, I tickle her neck with my whiskers. She hates being tickled, but I need her up.

“Ugh, stop. I’m awake. Five more minutes please,” she mumbles.

“No. Your five minutes already turned into half an hour, and I really want to get home and face my dad.”

“Fine. I’m moving. Give me a few moments to clean up and pack my clothes.”

She doesn’t take nearly as long as I feared. She wants to get home and figure everything out too. I wonder if she still wants to elope. She doesn’t want to plan a wedding that isn’t really hers, and it seems that’s exactly what she’s been doing.

“How serious are you about running off to get married?”

“I’m serious. I don’t want the hassle of planning a wedding—especially with our mothers. They’re a pain in my ass and don’t let me have much of a say in anything. At this point, I would rather save the money and have a longer honeymoon.”

God, I love how she thinks. I’d love a longer vacation, but don’t most girls dream of their wedding day?

“I don’t want you to regret not having a dream wedding. I want to make sure it’s what you want and not something you feel you’re being forced into. Why don’t we go deal with my dad, and then we can talk more about it? I want you to be happy and have what you want.”

“I don’t care how long you make me wait,” she says. “It’ll still be the same answer. I’m perfectly fine with eloping. We can bring Shawna and Frank with us and then head out for our honeymoon.”

I’m so happy she wants to elope. That means we can get married sooner than next August. I can make her my wife next week if we want. But, right now, I need to plan the talk with my father. It’s going to kill my mom to find out my dad hasn’t stopped his wandering ways, but he needs to stop meddling in my life. I have a feeling my mom will blame me for this, but I have to get her to see he isn’t perfect. I can’t let him ruin my life.

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he ride home is full of promise. We talk about heading to Vegas and getting married right away. We hope Shawna and Frank will join us. Since Brian has paid for our honeymoon we’ll move it up if they’ll let us get the tickets for an earlier date, but that shouldn’t be a problem. If not, then we’ll go somewhere else and take our honeymoon trip as an early anniversary vacation.

Brian’s been stressed so much lately; it’ll be nice for us both to not worry over everything. I won’t have to deal with my mom and soon-to-be mother-in-law anymore. I wouldn’t care if we went to the justice of the peace, but flying to Vegas will be a lot more fun.

I want to get married. I hope Brian believes me when I tell him I don’t need anything fancy. I just need my man by my side. The only hesitation I have is my dad. I’ve always wanted him to walk me down the aisle, but even my mom has ideas about that. 

“What will you do if your parents disown you? I know family means everything to you,” I ask.

“I hope it doesn’t come to that, but if they do, then that’s their choice. You’re my family now, and I want to be there for you. I can’t allow people to come between us. My father’s behavior is despicable. If I let him get away with this, what’ll he do next?” 

“Okay. I don’t want you to regret losing your parents and then resent me for it later. I really hope it doesn’t come to that, but if it does, I want you to know I’m here for you, and I’ll always love you. Plus, Shawna and Frank are our family too.”

“Here goes nothing,” Brian mutters as we pull into his parents’ driveway.

“I love you," I whisper. Then I lean over and give him a kiss.

“Love you too.”

Please let everything go well in there. Don’t let Brian have to choose between his family and me. I don’t want him to ever regret his decision.

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really don’t want to do this, but I need to know why my dad’s trying to cause problems between Donna and me. He’s always played by his rules, not caring who he hurts in the process. He needs to know there are finally going to be consequences for his behavior

“Oh, hey, Brian and Donna. What’re you guys doing here?” my mom asks when she answers the door.

“Hey, Mom. Is Dad around?”  I say, not answering her question.

“Yes. He’s in his study. Would you like to go in there and talk to him, or would you like me to get him?”

“Please go get him. You both need to hear what I have to say.” I hate being so rude to her, but I need to get this done and over with.

“Is everything all right?” she asks, her gaze darting between Donna and me.

“No, but it will be as soon as I talk to Dad.”

As my mom turns to leave, Donna leans into me and says, “I know you’re hurting, but you don’t have to be so rude to your mom.” 

“I know I was a dick, but I want to get this over with.”

As my mom walks away, all I can think is that I’m about to shatter her world. She knows that my dad cheated before, but she thought he stopped, so I hope this doesn’t kill her. I have a feeling she’ll blame me for the fallout between us all.

“Hello, son. To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?” he asks, giving me a slap on the back.

“Well, Donna and I wanted to talk to you about what was happening in my office on Thursday around lunchtime,” I say without any preamble.

“What are you talking about? Why would I know anything about what was going on in your office?” he replies.

Okay, so he’s going to play dumb—exactly as I thought he would.

“Someone named Brian was in my office, and I’m trying to figure out why. Any ideas, Dad?

“Son, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Quit beating around the bush and come out with what you have to say.”

“Fine. Let’s go into the theater room. I have a video I’d love to show you all.” I grab Donna’s hand and lead her toward the room, hoping he’ll admit to what he was doing so I don’t have to play this video in front of my mom.

“Are you sure this is the best way to go about this?” Donna whispers in my ear.

“Yes. There’s no other way. Dad will keep trying to play dumb, and I don’t have the patience to deal with that right now.” 

“Son, what do you so adamantly want to show us?” my mom asks.

“Oh, you’ll see, but you may want to prepare yourself, Mom. I only made it through about three seconds when I watched it.”

She’s going to be heartbroken when she sees this, and I have a feeling Dad will be livid that I dared show this in front of her. That’s on him though.

“What are you up to, Brian?” my mom asks with a shaky voice.

“Probably doing the worst thing I can, but I can’t stop now. I have to start living my life. Mom, I want you to know I love you, and I hate to do this, but I need to know why Dad is messing with my life. Unfortunately, it seems he doesn’t want to confess to anything, so I’m hoping, after he sees this, he’ll answer one question. Why?” I turn and hit play, not looking at the screen, as I already know the awful sight in front of their eyes.

“What. The. Fuck!” my dad yells. “Turn this off now!” His face is bright red.

“No! Brian, you promised me you were done with your whores!” my mother screams.

Watching my mom drop to her knees and sob while her eyes are transfixed on the TV, unable to turn away from the image that’s breaking her, kills me. I wish I didn’t have to hurt her, but she needs to see what my father is doing. What an ass he is. He will never change and that makes me feel sorry for my mom.

“Holy shit,” Donna says.

She’s seeing more of the video than I showed her the first time. Tears are streaming down her face, and I want to go to her, but I need answers first. They’re all talking at the same time. I don’t believe that anyone thought it’d be this bad, but I knew it was, and it should get me some answers.

“Turn this shit off right now!” my dad hollers again.

I hit stop then turn to look into my father’s face. I’m still afraid to look at my mother.

“Why, Dad? We all know it was you in my office with Janice on Thursday, but why did you want Donna to think it was me? I thought you wanted us to get married, that it was best for both families?”

I’m beginning to think he won’t answer, but then he looks me in the face and says, “Oh, I wanted you guys to get married before her mom happened.” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” What does Jolene have to do with all of this?

“Donna needs to go because she’s nothing more than a stupid cunt, just like her mother. Her mother came on to me a couple of months ago at a charity event and then ran home and told Bill I came on to her. I told Bill it’s been happening for years. I won’t let Jolene’s lies ruin me. She’s the one who came on to me and got pissed when I told her I couldn’t do that to Bill.” 

I don’t know that I believe that. I can’t picture Jolene ever cheating, let alone with my asshole of a father. There has to be more. Before I can ask anything, he continues spewing.

“In reality, I denied her and she didn’t like that. Jolene’s nothing but a slut who wants to ruin my life. Like mother, like daughter. It’ll only be a matter of time before Donna does the same thing. I was trying to save you the hassle of dealing with her stupid ass later on down the road. I was doing you a favor, son. Plus, if you don’t get married, then she can’t take the company back once I steal it out from under her dad’s nose.” 

What. The. Fuck is he talking about? Taking the business away from Bill? How can he even do that? His reply is infuriating. Punching him would definitely get that smug look off his face, but I need to get to the bottom of this and let him know I have the upper hand here.

“Are you sure that’s all? It has nothing to do with the files I saw Janice hiding?”

“What are you talking about? I told you it has to do with Jolene wanting to ruin mine and Bill’s friendship. She wants me gone from the company. She’s spiteful because I turned her down.”

“Bull-fucking-shit!” How can he continue to lie to me when I know that’s not the reason? “I saw what was in that file, and that’s more likely the cause. You think, by hurting Donna, that Jolene will forget about that case and tend to her daughter’s broken heart? Have you even thought this through? You’re supposed to be some smart lawyer, but all you’ve done is fuck everything up. I now have the proof Jolene needs to have you charged with all of those sexual harassment cases. I also can tell you that, by hurting Donna, it would have only fuel the fire for Jolene to come after you.”

“Don’t take that tone with me, and don’t be spewing shit that isn’t true. Think about what these lies are doing to your mother.”

He’s said the one thing that may stop me from doing what I need to do, but I can’t let him put his crimes on me. He is responsible for doing this to my mom, not me.

“What I’m doing to Mom? I’m not the one who can’t keep it in my pants. I’m not the one who is being sued by multiple women for sexual harassment. You’re the one who is breaking Mom’s heart.” I may have played that video when I shouldn’t have, but I’m not the one who has treated her like she means nothing. “And I believe you did come on to Jolene, and now, you’re trying to make us believe you’re innocent. I know you’ve slept with a lot of your secretaries and you’ve come on to even more of the females in the office. You’ve always thought you were God’s gift to women, and you don’t take rejection lightly. You’re an arrogant ass who needs to be taken down a notch or two.”