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"So what happened yesterday?" Andy asked me as we ate lunch the next day. She had come to pick up Emily and we decided to have lunch. I gave her the summary of what happened yesterday. She nodded her head every once in a while to show that she was listening. I told her about how he was right that I was being reserved about our relationship.
"I get where he's coming from but you two just met a few weeks ago. He's asking you to move in isn't that too soon for you. I mean if you're okay with it then great I support you but if not than he needs to leave you alone about it." She said.
"Be means well." I felt like she was attacking him. I didn't need my best friend to have a problem with the guy I'm dating.
"I'm sure he does but you have to do what is right for you not him."
"But I think it is okay like I want to live with him." She didn't say anything. "I love him." I told her.
"That's great. Then move in with him. Wait a minute you haven't told him. That's why you won't move in is it? He won't leave you because of your past relationship. He loves you. Yes you were married before but just because he isn't your first husband doesn't mean he will leave. You have to tell him. I'll be with you if it makes you feel better." She wasn't serious about the last part. Well she was serious but she knows I would feel childish if she was there. I smiled at her.
"I was going to tell him next week. He promised me a date this week so I'll tell him after that." Elliot had called me this morning and asked me on a proper date. He said he called a week in advance so that I could clear my schedule. I laughed at him but it made my day that he would actually ask. It felt very old-fashioned but he knew it would make me laugh so he did it anyways.
"Okay but you have to tell him. Tell him after Emily's party so that he can go. Ape rentals she has a crush on him. So just make sure he's there. Are you seeing him today?"
"Okay I'll tell him. I'll try my hardest to take him to her party. And no we don't have plans. That's kind of weird I've been with him for the last few weeks everyday so it's strange. I'm not seeing him till Monday."
"What's Monday?" She asks.
"I go to his house in the morning to take Isabelle to school. He works early. And we have dinner after."
"Aw do you make him lunch too?" She asks in an overly sweet sarcastic tone.
I blush. "Sometimes"
"You should move in with him. You're there early. You leave late, might as well live with him and be the Betty Crocker mom you always wanted to be." She's teasing me now. There was some truth to what she said though. Not he Betty part but before that I already spent so much time with him.
"Okay. I'm leaving you." I said as she continued her teasing.
"Where are you going." She asked.
"To take a nap. Just kidding I have to go meet with a client about her daughter. "
"It's Sunday."
"It's the only day the mom can meet me so I have to go. I'm sorry. I'll get Emily an extra nice present. See you Saturday."
I met with a girl and her mom. Their father was becoming more and more abusive as days went by. They had come talked to me about leaving him. But they had to wait a few more weeks I had told them that they could leave now and whatever they needed they could get outside the home but they had to wait. They wouldn't say for what but they waited. The little girl Rebecca I had met before at the hospital. When I saw her I immediately took them to the hospital so that she could get stitches on her arm. She tried to say that she didn't need them but I knew better. Luckily they agreed as long as only one doctor saw them. I called Grace on the way their and she agreed to see them right away.
Grace knew that I was dating her son but we never said anything about it. That made me nervous. Did she approve or did she not approve and kept silent so that I wouldn't feel bad? Elliot never told me what his parents said to us dating and I didn't ask. I assumed he didn't care because we were still together.
He went fishing this weekend with his father, brother and some other people which meant that I wouldn't see him until Monday morning. Event though I went in the mornings we didn't talk much. I usually went to his house at 4 am and just crash in one of his bedrooms until it was time to wake Isabelle up. The moment I fell on a bed he would leave. There weren't many words exchanged. So really I saw him at dinner.
The next morning was much like other mornings. I went to his house fell asleep then Izzy and I had breakfast. The only thing different was that I had to pick of the file on Isabelle's tuition information. It was in a yellow envelope. I was tempted to look at it but I didn't because it was for Elliot's eyes. I took it to my office and left it at the bottom of the pile of work I had to do so that I wouldn't be tempted to open it. Luckily the paperwork I had to complete also helped me forget. It helped so much that I forgot to take it home. Well to Elliot's home. He didn't care though her said it wasn't important because he was going to pay the school from now on. He was just curious about how a low-income drug addict can afford the best school in the state. She wasn't a scholarship student so someone had to have been pay of it.
Monday though Thursday were all the same. Wake up at 3:30. Walk into Elliot's house, ignore him and find a place to sleep which was his bedroom. Take Isabelle to school, go to work then go home and cook dinner. After dinner Isabelle would go play in her room and Elliot and I would mess around in what ever room we walked Ito first. As long as it had a lock I was content. He would touch much like the first time. There was no sex and nothing besides his fingers would touch me but that what I wanted so now I live with it. I tried to touch him and he said no. I didn't really get why but he just kept saying that it's about me. There was some dry humping though so that's as close to him as he let me.
On Thursday night he called me asking me to pick up Isabelle because he had to work late. I agreed. When he wasn't home at nine I called to make sure he was okay. He said he was but he just had a problem with someone at work.
"Hey, sorry I didn't mean to wake you I carried you in here." Elliot said as he set me on his bed. I fell asleep on the couch down stair and he must have carried me in because I don't remember getting here. He walked into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on so I walked in to see if he needed anything.
"Are you okay?" I asked. His shower had clear doors but it was foggy so I couldn't see him.
"No I'm okay. I ate on the way here. Sorry I'm late something came up. I would have made it back earlier but I couldn't sorry." He finished his shower fairly quickly. He grabbed a towel trying it on his waist. Focus. Focus on his face jot his body. I thought to my self.
I leaned on the wall watching him get dressed. "That's fine I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
"I'm good. So... Tomorrow?" He was grinning.
"What about it?" He stepped forward putting his hands on either side of my head. "You're still going right? To Emily's party tomorrow? With me?" He backed up.
"Oh... I'm... yeah. I thought that was Saturday?" I laughed at him.
"It is I'm just kidding. I believe you owe me a night alone tomorrow." He held my head in place while he kissed me. His tongue invaded my mouth. He kissed me harder and moved his hands to the small of my back. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He lifted me off the ground, my legs automatically went around his waist. He set me on the edge of the bathroom counter. He stepped between my legs with his hips pressing his hard on to my panty covered core. I slid my hands down his chest then to his butt so that I could pull him closer. I couldn't help the moan that escaped me when I felt his erection against where I needed him most. I moved his hips back then forward again so that I could feel more friction. I did it again but this time when I pulled him forward his hips thrusted so there was more force. I threw my head back and he attacked my neck. He kissed and sucked right on my neck. Every few seconds we would repeat the thrusting process. Every time being harder than the last. He felt so good. He stopped kissing me to focus on our hip movements. I leaned back on my elbows watching him. He was looking at out bodies so close so I tune with each other. He was so focused it made me want him more. If that was possible.
When ever Elliot touched me he spent a lot of his attention on my breasts so I knew he was definitely a breast man. I sat up only to remove my shirt. His eyes had a new focus now. He was watching my hands which were now on my breasts. I pushed them up and apart just the way Elliot has done. I pinched my nipples moaning and he stopped thrusting. His mouth was open, he was breathing through his mouth. His breathing was becoming more and more shallow that more I moved my breast. But I need the friction. "Keep moving" I said grabbing moving his hips again. He seemed to have regained mobility. He was really moving now. I slowed my hand move meets so he slowed his hips. Wen I realized that his hips were moving to that rhythm of my breasts shaking I moved my hips frantically causing my breasts to bounce faster. Because they were larger than average, they moved a lot. It started hurting after a while so my focus was on my core. At the moment it was receiving the most delicious friction. Elliot wasn't a loud person when it came to being intimate like this. He always had some sort of control. But it was quickly slipping. The harder he thrust the louder we became I always moaned but he was more quiet than me. But we never had sex so it was just a prediction.
I was so close. He knew it too. He moved faster against me licking my nipples. But one hand moved to my clit. One, two, three circles was all it took to have me screaming his name. My body was shaking from such euphoric release.
Before he had a chance to stop me I moved in front of Elliot, practically assaulting him. My hands found his hard dick and began stroking him as fast as he was thrusting. He didn't complain. He leaned back closing his eyes. He was cursing all sorts of profanity but it didn't register in my mind. All I kept thinking about was his length in my hands I massaged his balls causing him to grip the counter. He was pulsing in my hand. So hard and soft at the same time. So hot and big. I moved faster until he came on my hand and over my stomach.
When he finally moved he pulled off his pants and boxers from his ankles. He walked into the shower. He washed off his cum, then used another towel when he got out, to wipe his release off me.
He kissed my forehead, his hand was in my hair and the other was on my back pulling to him.
"Carry me to bed." I whispered. Carrying me bridal style, he laid me down on what has become my side of the bed. When he was at the other side of the bed, he pressed the front of his body against my back. Reaching back I grabbed his hand wrapping it against my stomach so we were basically spooning.
"I'm sorry I couldn't make it back earlier."
"That's fine. You know I don't mind. Is everything okay?" I said while played with his fingers. He didn't say anything so I turned around.
"Yeah it's fine now there was a set back in a project but it'll get fixed. How was your day?" I moved around so I would face him.
"Good Isabelle wants to know if Amy can come over next week."
"Sure but you have to be here." He kissed my nose.
"Sure. She was worried."
He leaned back sighing. "Why?"
"She thought that you weren't going. That you might have started to forget her."
"That's not going to happen. I'll talk to her tomorrow. My sister wants to know of you can have lunch with her tomorrow by the way."
"Why?" Judging by the look he gave me I had offended him. "I mean why with me? She doesn't know me?"
"She wanted to get to know you. I know I shouldn't insist but I'm going to. She's my family. Make an effort to be nice to her?" Now my jaw dropped. Did he think I didn't like his family?
"An effort? I'm always nice to your family. Aren't I?" He smiles. "Jerk." I hit his chest. He has a habit of joking with me. It's who he is but it's hard to know when he is serious and when he's not. So I hit him again but he catches my hand.
"Please go. She can be annoying but she means well. Plus she's the one that's going to watch Isabelle when we're out so it's the least we can do."
"We? I'm the one going. And I would love to go but I don't have enough time to meet her somewhere, wait for food, then drive back. But I have to go buy somethings after work so she can come with me." It would be nice to know her. Get someone's perspective on Elliot. I just met him so I need to know what I've missed of his life.
"Somethings?" He says slowly.
"Yes." I raise my eye brow at him wondering what he's thinking. "I need some stuff for this weekend."
"What kind of 'stuff' ?" He asks suggestively. Now I know what he's thinking. My hand is slowly making its way up then down his chest.
"You know... stuff." I chuckle.
"Shouldn't I be the one to go with you to buy stuff."
"What kind of stuff do you want me to buy?" He's smirking at me.
"Just some clothes. Something very... Revealing, red. Make sure you don't get too attached to it because it may not make it through the night." I laugh.
"Well I was just going to buy Emily's present but I guess I could make a stop. Anything specific." I say them bite my lip to stop myself from laughing.
"You're killing my mood here." He closed his eyes. My body shifts so I could quickly peck his lips. When I pull back I notice he is smiling.
"So what is the plan for tomorrow?" My head turned so I can look at him. He shrugs.
"Take you out. Give you wine and have sex with you all day." The jokes. Is he serious or not? I can't tell. "You didn't say it had to be a good date." It's true, therefore I can't really complain. But regardless I'm still slightly disappointed. I was hoping he would actually put some thought into it because he was the one that had asked to plan it. My face must have shown my disappointment because he smiled then kissed me again. "Don't worry I have a plan just wait okay. I already told you. I've waited a long time for you miss Reid, I'm not willing to let you go." We were silent for a while before he spoke again. "What are you doing thanksgiving?"
"Going to Andy's house."
"Spend it with me and Isabelle." I looked at him. He was waiting for an answer. Thanksgiving was in two weeks. All I knew was that I was definitely not going home. My mom had asked me to go but I said no. She must have expected that answer from me because she didn't push it too much.
"What about your family aren't you going with them."
"Yes. Come with us, mom will be happy to have you there. Plus I'll need you if we have another incident. I found her a doctor by the way she's going on Wednesday. But come with us." He kissed my neck. His lips moved to my jaw then finally he kissed my lips. We kissed for a while so I forgot the question but he asked me again.
This time I answered him. "Okay." He pecked my lips again. "What goes on in one of your dinners?" He went on telling me about how his moms brother would fly to Seattle with his wife and two daughters with their husbands. The usually made some bet about who was the better family in a certain sport. They would spend their morning doing that. Bragging rights was usually the prize. I'm sure Elliot would enjoy that more than anything else. Meanwhile his mom and aunt would make dinner. They had dinner at exactly five. His aunt was very strict on the time. His older cousin, I can't remember their names, had a son who was Isabelle's age so it would be nice for her to have someone to play with.
We spent the rest of the night talking. He told me stories about his childhood and all the pranks he and Mia pulled on each other. Christian kept to him self a lot so he was not part of these stories. I told him about how I grew up with my sister and three brothers. How we would play with our grandpa's horses. It made me miss home. I've always missed home but going through the good times of my family was hard for me.
"Can I ask you something?" I nodded my head. "Why don't you want to move in? Have you ever lived with any boyfriend you had?" I kept quiet.
"I have." I didn't elaborate. I wasn't ready for him to know.
"Okay... " He made some hand motion signaling that he wanted me to keep going but I turned around.
"I don't want to talk about that." His hand went to my hip and pushed me so that my back was flat against the mattress.
"Ok. Is that relationship why you won't move in with me?" He kept eye contact with me which made me nervous.
"Yes."
"It's not fair to punish me for what happened. What happened with him?" I didn't want to lie to him. But it would be so easy to just make up a story. I kissed him quickly.
"I want to tell you and I know I should but not today. Please don't ruin a good night. It's late and you have to wake up early. I'll tell you, just not right now." Hopefully that's good enough I don't need him to know I'm hiding something. He nodded.
"Fine. Stop talking to me. I'm trying to sleep I have a job you know. How do you expect me to support a family when you won't let me sleep."
"Your family consists of you and Isabelle. That's hardly a large family. You live in a six bedroom house for two people. you'll be fine." I turned around getting back into a spooning position like how we started a few hours ago.
"Well you're part of my family too. So that's three people. And you already owe me one child that's four. But if you don't like this house when you move in we can buy a new one. Or we can build it. Just let me know." I kissed his hand before placing it on my stomach again.
"I love you Elliot." He didn't need to say anything. He kissed my shoulder and I thought about how things would be. We could do that get a house together. More kids. All of that. I wanted that with him.
The next day went by quickly. I decided to pick up Isabelle early so that she could join me and Mia. Honestly I wanted to take her because I thought that she could be a good buffer. I figured that if I took her then she could fill any awkward moments with her chatter. But she wasn't needed. Mia talked a lot. Which is really saying something considering I spend most of my time with Isabelle. She told me about how her and Ethan broke up but not she was dating Luke sawyer, which happens to work for Christian. She didn't mean to tell me so she had me swear on my life that I wouldn't say anything to Elliot. Isabelle asked questions about Luke so that she could join the conversation. When I asked her why it was such a big deal to not say anything she went off on me.
"What's the big deal? He works for my brother. If Christian found out he would fire him and cut me off. I mean I still have my parents but Christian payed for my car. And Elliot would scare him away. Do you know what it's like to have two overprotective brothers like that. I couldn't even date until both Elliot and Christian moved out. So I was like 15!"
"You do realize most people start at that age right?" Fifteen was not that old.
"Well that's true but when Elliot came home from college during holidays he would scare people away. I can only imagine what this little girl is going to go through when she wants a boyfriend." She said looking at Isabelle.
"Me? Eww. I don't want a boyfriend. Daddy said... I mean Elliot said he will buy me any car if I never have boyfriend. So I'm never gonna get one. Never!"
"I didn't know she called him daddy." Mia says.
"She doesn't that's why she corrected her self. She thinks of him that way but she doesn't tell him. He doesn't say anything to her because he doesn't want to force himself on her."
"I'll talk to him"
"You don't have to do that they'll come to it when they're ready."
"So are you the mommy in this situation?" She smirks at me.
"What?" I tried to not spit out my water.
"Well it's true. You're all a little family. You criticize Elliot for not letting her call him dad but you don't let her call you mom. It's cute. It's like in elementary school when you like some one but you can't tell them because you're so embarrassed. Only now it's like you all want to be a family but no on wants to be the first to start it. And it's not going to be Isabelle because you won't let her. And Elliot won't say anything to you because he thinks you don't care about him as much as he loves you. And you won't do it for some reason. I don't know why and I won't ask its your business. But I think that if you guys don't talk about it, it will just ruin your relationship. Not just you and my brother but him and Isabelle too. Oh my god you won't believe what happened with my mom..." Elliot had warned me that she talked a mile a minute. She really does talk a lot. If what she was saying wasn't so important then I would have told her to stop and breathe. I was getting worried she wasn't breathing. But I didn't think about that. Isabelle must have listened because she was blushing.
"Do you want to call him dad?" Isabelle wasn't looking at me when I asked her. But I saw the small nod she gave me. "Well next time you see him why don't you just say daddy. He won't be upset you know. He wants you to. So just do it okay?" She nodded her head. I wanted to tell her she can call me whatever she wants but I needed to talk to Elliot about what he wanted from me with Isabelle. I constantly felt like the odd man out when I'm with them. I felt like I was invading their little family.
"It's not that I won't let her it's just she's his responsibility. I'm just kind of there. Like I have no real position in the situation." I said to Mia. I don't know what came over me. If I didn't talk to Andy, then I would usually not say anything to anyone besides Elliot, about how I feel. But I liked Mia. She seemed like a very fun, trustworthy person. So I told her. Talking to Andy was hard because she doesn't know Elliot, so any answer she gave me were biased. Her answer will always be what benefits me. Although Mia just met me she is probably as close to a mediator as I can get.
"He doesn't think of you that way." I nodded my head. "He says you're practically her mom and you're his girlfriend. Not just some person. He doesn't want a stranger with her. He trusts you with her and that's saying a lot because that's you know... His daughter.
I'm surprised he actually lets me take care of her. But I guess you guys must need the time... Alone or whatever." That made me laugh. If only she knew we had never had sex. But hopefully today we would. I'm not sure how much longer I can keep up this whole no sex thing. But it's not like I waiting until we lived together. But now that I think about it. He was basically considering living with me even if we didn't have sex.
Mia left as soon as I told her I needed something for tonight. Instead of picking up Isabelle from Elliot's house we just bought her clothes so that she would already have something to wear. That way we wouldn't have to drive Isabelle to Bellevue.
When I got to Elliot's house I took a shower and stated getting ready. He said he would be home before 6, which was later than usual. Our reservations were for 7 pm. It was now 5, so I started getting ready. I shaved my legs, did my makeup and hair. I had naturally straight hair so that didn't take long. My makeup kept looking uneven because it had been so long since I've had to look nice for anyone. I wasn't a completely girly girl. I usually did my make up for work but I didn't buy new dresses for a special occasion, I hated shopping. So he better feel fucking special for me to spend time on my appearance. And I felt a need to look good for him. I wanted him to find me attractive. He always told me how beautiful I was but I wanted to be sexy for him.
I knew that when he came home he would have to shower and get ready himself. Although he didn't take long I knew that he would still take time. I had planned to be ready by the time he got home and I was. At exactly 6, I finished. Elliot wasn't home yet though. He had told me yesterday that he had bad work week so I didn't mind him being late. He must have extra thing to deal with.
At 6:30 I was worried. I called his phone and he didn't answer so I sent a message asking him where he was. He was probably driving. Besides that one time where he was speeding when he was upset I had never seen Elliot upset while driving. Sure he cursed at every driver who did something stupid, but he wasn't reckless.
At 7, I was mad. He had to be late on the one time that we made plans. We didn't make plans to be together before. Mostly we would just, well he would just invite me over randomly and I would come. I called him again but he didn't answer.
I was sitting in the living room watching tv with my tight black dress on at 8:30 when I called him. He didn't answer. I messaged him and asked if he was okay all he said was fine at work. I was going to ask what happened but I was too disappointed. I wasn't mad at him any more. I understood that work happens. He's the boss so he has many people depending on him, I can't be mad at him for having responsibilities.
I ordered so some pizza for him so that when he did get home he could at least eat. When the pizza came I ate a slice then went upstairs to change. I got into some yoga pants and took off my make up. I couldn't help the tears when I thought about how disappointed I was in how the night turned out. I thought today was going to be about us, it wasn't. I got my purse and started walking to my car I didn't want to stay there alone. I thought about taking all my clothes home but that would be mean. I loved Elliot even if he stood me up. As long as he was at work I won't be mad. But I just left my clothes at his house. I did hide the dress I bought for tonight in a drawer of his bedroom he doesn't use. That way he wouldn't see it. If he saw it he would know how much I wanted tonight to happen. I didn't need him to think I was pathetic. But I guess when your boyfriend stands you up at his own house you kind of are.
When I got home got home I checked my phone. No new messages, no missed calls. I turned it off. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I cried myself to sleep. Well not really that's am exaggeration. I did have a few tears but I wasn't sobbing that would be too much. I was just disappointed.