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To answer someone's question, the visual for Kimberly is Rosario Dawson and Melody I used Lacey Chabert. Any other questions I would be happy to answer!

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Chapter FIVE

The fact that the folder Darius had given her was in a briefcase a mere few feet away completely slipped her mind as Bobby's hands traveled slowly down her back. Kimberly sighed and buried her face further into her pillow, feeling all the tension from the day drain from her body.

"You're not falling asleep on me are you Princess?"

"Mmmm."

He chuckled and let his fingers massage her lower back. "Stay awake, I expect you to do me next."

She snorted into the pillow and burst into loud giggles when he switched up his technique and began to tickle her. "Bobby! Stop!" She twisted onto her back, smiling as he moved to lower himself between her legs, his forearms resting on either side of her head. "That wasn't very nice."

"I wasn't kidding about doing me."

"That doesn't surprise me." She looped her arms loosely around his neck. "I hate to break it to you but I'm not very good at giving massages."

"I guess we'll have to find something else you're good at then huh?"

She laughed again as he nuzzled her neck. "You are such a pervert!"

"It's a good thing that you like that about me."

"Have I mentioned you're extremely cocky too?" She sighed and closed her eyes, smiling at the feeling of him kissing his way down her neck. His arms shifted back, his weight resting comfortably on her, and she bit down on her bottom lip in order to not moan out loud the second his hands settled on her hips. "Bobby…"

"The way you say my name drives me fucking insane Princess."

"Bobby?"

He leaned back, their eyes catching. "What is it babe?"

"I saw Darius Green today."

He frowned. "Was he bothering you?"

"Not exactly."

His frown deepened as he stared down at her. "Not exactly? What the hell does that mean?"

"He wanted to talk to me about you."

"Why am I not fucking surprised?" Bobby snorted and he rolled so he was resting beside her on the bed. "What'd he tell you about me this time? Am I robbing kids this week or maybe I'm punching old ladies for their purses? You're here so whatever he said, I guess he didn't scare you off as planned."

"He's just concerned about me. He read the paper."

"And since The Detroit Daily always prints the fucking truth, he came to your rescue like a knight in shining armor didn't he?" He sat up and ran his hands through his hair. "So what'd the good detective have to say?"

"He's worried that me being around you isn't exactly the smartest idea."

"And what did you say to that?"

Kimberly sat up and reached out to rest her hand softly against Bobby's back. He had gone stiff with tension, his shoulders hunched as he rested his elbows on top of his knees. "It's not what you do but who you are that defines you as a man Bobby and I for one think you've already paid enough for the things you did in the past."

"The past can come back to haunt you. Maybe he's right."

"No, he's not."

"I'm not a good guy Kimberly." Bobby stood up and turned to face her. "I've done some terrible things, been associated with some terrible people, and if anyone asked, I'm the very last person I would depend on when it's all said and done."

"Well I'm sorry you feel that way but I don't agree with you."

He sighed and shrugged off his hoodie to reveal the white wife beater he wore underneath. When he tossed it onto the bed beside her, Kimberly grabbed it without a word and slid it on over her head. Their eyes connected as she wrapped her arms around herself.

"You're a good man Bobby. You love your family, your daughter, and your friends. I know you'd do anything for them; to me that makes you dependable."

"I want you in my life but being around me can get you hurt. Green is right to be concerned about you."

She kept her eyes on his and played with the soft strands of her hair. "I feel safe when I'm with you Bobby."

He swallowed hard. "Things can get rough but I… I'd never let anything happen to you Kimberly."

"I know that." She stood up and brought her hands out to touch the sides of his face. "Don't push me away Bobby. Please don't make me leave."

"When this all started, you wanted nothing to do with me."

She smiled softly. "I wanted nothing to do with who I thought you were. Whatever you've done in the past, it's not who I see in front of me right now. Whether or not you want to admit it, you're a sweet, loving man."

Bobby chuckled and let his hands rest lightly on her hips. "I am not fucking sweet."

"Yes, you are. You're quite cuddly too when you want to be."

"Woman, you did not just call me cuddly." He growled playfully and she giggled as he pulled her close.

She rested her head against his chest. "Don't make me leave." She whispered. "I want to be here. I want to be here with you."

"I know you do." He sighed and rested his head against hers, his mouth next to her ear. "I want you here Kimmy." He let his hands rub her back. "I don't want you to ever leave me."

She leaned back to meet his eyes again. "Bobby?"

"Your house is a bit stuffy for my taste," He joked with a small smile, "but I think I could get used to it." He frowned as she shook her head in response. "Or not."

"Actually, I think you're right about my house."

"I am?"

She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I was thinking maybe I'd sell it. I mean, it has so many rooms I don't even use that just take up space. It's just a house to me but this... this house is a home." She swallowed nervously. "It's become a home to me."

"Are you trying to tell me you want to move in with me?"

"Maybe."

He smiled slowly but his face was still full of confusion. "This house isn't really… I mean, it was my mother's and mine for so long but…"

She brushed her lips against his in order to get him to stop blabbering. "It is a lovely home."

"You deserve more than what I can give you."

"I deserve the same as you do Bobby and that's to be happy. Don't I make you happy?"

"You know you do."

"I want to move in with you."

Bobby smiled and captured her mouth in a slow kiss. "We're going to have to wait until the contract with Jerry finishes. I mean your reputation…"

"I'm moving in with you, not Jerry. I don't care what other people think. I want to move in as soon as possible." She watched his eyes. "You want that too don't you?" She swallowed nervously. "Am I pushing you too hard?"

"You're not pushing at all. No one forces me to do anything Kimberly. If you want to move in, we'll work on that."

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[Two Weeks Later]

"Bobby! Your fat ass is in the paper again!" Sofi laughed as she shook the paper at him. "So it's true; the camera does add a hundred pounds to a person."

Bobby grunted but seeing Kimberly smiling in the corner of his eye, he merely rolled his eyes and continued to drag boxes from the back of the U-Haul. Angel was chuckling as he grabbed another box and made his way up the stairs.

Grinning, Sofi flipped to the article in the paper. "You're quite the celebrity Kimberly." She nudged the other woman's shoulder with her own. "This whole thing is about you and Bobby dating."

"I wish I could say I was surprised." Kimberly sipped at her lemonade as she watched the boys dragging the boxes into the house. "Why won't they let me help?" She grumbled.

"We women don't do such things."

She smiled and sat down in the swing next to Sofi. "What does it say?"

"It is mostly about how Bobby is a complete idiot."

"That's not very nice."

"And you're cute for saying so." Sofi scanned the article. "For the most part, it's about you." She eyed Kimberly. "Your father was a very wealthy man when he passed."

"That he was."

"It's interesting that you decided to move here instead of just buying a new place for the two of you."

"Why is that? I love this house. There's nothing wrong with it."

"You're right; there is nothing wrong with it. I'm merely curious." Sofi snapped the paper shut just as Angel and Bobby came back out of the house again. She watched them go back down to the U-Haul. "Does Bobby know how much money you have?"

"It hasn't come up."

"It will. His ex Anita, the model from Los Angeles, had a lot of money too and it caused problems for them." She motioned at the truck in the driveway. "She bought that truck for him."

Kimberly sipped at her drink again and stared at the black truck. "That was very nice of her."

"She was a nice woman." Sofi went quiet for a few minutes as the boys went back into the house. "How much money?"

"Excuse me?"

"How much are you worth?"

"I don't really think that's any of your business."

"I agree with her." Bobby spoke up from the doorway. He shot Sofi a look. "I thought Angel was gonna buy a muzle for that mouth of yours."

She flipped him off. "You're such a fucking perro Bobby. I was just asking! Excuse me for being curious." She glanced at Kimberly as she rose to her feet. "I didn't mean to offend you Mami."

Kimberly managed a soft smile back. "It's okay Sofi."

"The hell it is." Bobby glared at Sofi until she disappeared past him into the house and the door shut. He sighed in relief as he lowered himself next to Kimberly on the swing. "I think Angel and I got the last of the boxes." He chuckled. "There's nowhere to stand in the bedroom but at least all the boxes are in there."

"I'll go through them and sort out the items by tonight."

"Hey." He reached out to turn her face towards his. "What's wrong?"

"She didn't mean anything by it Bobby."

"Whether she did or not, like you said, it isn't any of her business."

Kimberly chewed on her bottom lip and moved her head slightly, his hand falling back into his lap. "I'm used to people asking. Human nature right?" She sipped at her lemonade, her eyes going back to the truck.

"Why do I feel like I've done something wrong here?"

"You haven't done anything wrong."

"Would you please look at me when you say that?"

She removed the straw from the corner of her mouth, lowering the Styrophoam cup before she turned back to gaze at him. "You haven't done anything wrong Bobby." She reached out to stroke the side of his face. "It took a lot to say please didn't it?"

"Maybe." He grunted as he caught her hand and pressed the back of it against his lips. He watched her for a few minutes before speaking again. "Your money's no good here Kimmy."

"Good." She grinned. "Cause I wasn't planning on giving you any in the first place." She squealed as he jerked her forward and the cup went tumbling unnoticed onto the porch as he captured her mouth with his.

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Somewhere it lingered in the back of her mind that she had to be at work in less than five hours but she could barely concentrate from where she laid on her back underneath Bobby. As he had for the past ten minutes, he continued to tease her with biting kisses against her skin until she found she had to keep reminding herself to breathe.

"Bobby…"

Her whispered plea had him moving again and she sighed as his mouth found hers. His fingers were everywhere, her hands gripping hard onto his shoulders. Their slow kiss transformed into several and Kimberly couldn't help but whimper as Bobby sat up, bringing her along with him. Her mouth found his neck, her tongue lapping up the sweat that had pooled there and she groaned at the feeling of his fingers digging into the skin of her hips.

It wasn't long before they fell onto the bed in an exhausted heap, him on top and crushing her, but she barely noticed as she remained glued to him, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her hands clutching the sweaty skin of his back.

"Kimmy? Baby?" Bobby shifted back and brushed the wet strands of hair away from her face. His eyes caught sight of the tears streaming freely down her cheeks. "Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head and reached between them to drift her fingers across his lips. "You didn't hurt me."

He pressed his lips tightly against her finger tips. "Why are you crying?"

"If I say I'm not sure, will you let it go?" He nodded slowly and she smiled. "I promise you didn't hurt me Bobby. It was…" Her breath caught in her throat. "It was wonderful."

"If I ever hurt you…"

"You won't." She kissed him. "You won't. I promise." He rolled onto his back and pulled her with him, cradling her to his side. He said nothing as she laid there and Kimberly listened to the steady beating of his heart. "Bobby…"

"Yeah Princess?"

"Did your ex really buy you your truck?"

He was quiet again for a few minutes. "Yeah." He cleared his throat. "She did."

"Was it a surprise?"

"You could say that."

"You got mad at her didn't you?"

"You could say that." He repeated.

She stroked her fingers across his chest. "Do you not like surprises?"

"It wasn't the surprise that I hated Kimmy, it was that she spent a lot of money on me. She didn't need to do it."

"It didn't stop you from keeping it."

"I tried to give it back but Anita could be very stubborn when she wanted to be. It was one of the reasons I became attracted to her."

"You must have really loved her."

"At one time, I did, yeah."

Kimberly shifted on the bed so she could rest her head against his chest and gaze up at his face. "What changed things? Was it the money? Why did you cheat on her?" She watched the muscle in his jaw jump. "I know I shouldn't ask but-"

"She shut me out." Bobby whispered. "I just wanted to be close to her and she shut me out." He cleared his throat and kept his gaze away from hers. "We tried really hard to make things work but no matter what we did we just kept fighting. She had her friends, she had her past relationships, and she needed those things more than me at the time. I didn't go out looking to cheat or break her heart but…"

"You needed to feel wanted and you didn't with her."

"I didn't feel like she even saw me."

Kimberly stalled her fingers but kept her hand resting on his chest. "I think she saw you Bobby. I think she saw what a good man you are and it made her push you away." She waited until his eyes connected with hers. "She didn't think you weren't good enough for her; it was probably more like deep down she didn't feel good enough for you and that made her push you away. She believed one day you'd just be gone and she'd be hurt and alone again. She pushed you away before you could do it to her."

"I would have never pushed her away. I loved her."

"I know you did Bobby. A part of you will always love her."

"I'll always care about her." He corrected. "But I'm not in love with her anymore."

"What if she wanted another chance?"

Bobby frowned as he stared at her. "She won't. She's with someone now and they're having a baby."

"That's not what I asked." Kimberly sat up, bringing a large piece of the bed sheet with her against her chest. "If Anita wanted another chance with you, if she showed up today and wanted another shot, would you say yes?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because she's in love with someone. Because she's pregnant with another man's baby." Bobby responded. "Because it wouldn't work out."

Kimberly cleared her throat. "That's it?"

"What do you mean, that's it?"

"Nothing, forget it." She shifted to lay down on her side away from him. "I don't know why I asked. I'm sorry."

He threw his arm over her waist and pulled her close. "You want to know if I still care for her."

"I know that when you're in a certain type of relationship that feelings never truly go away."

"Is that what you think?" He was whispering but his voice held its usual firmness. "That I'm still in love with her and just wasting my time until she realizes she loves me?"

She closed her eyes, surprised that it suddenly hurt to even think such a thing. "Maybe." Her breath caught in her throat when he suddenly twisted her onto her back and slid easily between her legs. He was staring down at her with heated eyes and she swallowed nervously.

"I don't want to hear you fucking ever say that again." Bobby snapped. "Do you understand me?"

"Bobby, please…"

"You're not a fucking waste of time. That's the last thing you are to me and since we're being honest, if I truly wanted to be with Anita, she definitely wouldn't be having someone else's baby right now; she'd be having mine."

"Didn't she want to have your baby Bobby?" Kimberly forced herself to relax, the tension fading away. She knew even though his grip on her was tight he wasn't going to hurt her. "I can't see any woman who truly loves you not wanting to have your child."

Hurt flashed across his eyes. He let her go, sliding away to lay flat on his back beside her. He sighed and pressed his hands against his face.

She shifted to her side, her eyes on him and she reached out hesitantly to place her hand on his chest. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"She begged me." He whispered. "She begged me all the time and I kept telling her no. I kept pushing her away. She wasn't ready, I thought… Christ, I don't know what I fucking thought anymore."

"You were trying to do what was best for her, what was best for the both of you." When he dropped his hands, his eyes connecting with hers, she smiled at him weakly. She still wasn't sure if she was overstepping her boundaries but she continued regardless. "I know it doesn't mean much coming from me but you made the right decision."

"Don't say things like that."

"I'm sorry." She dropped her eyes away from his but looked back up at him with hesitant eyes when she felt his hand cup the side of her face.

"It means everything coming from you Kimberly." Bobby sighed, his thumb stroking her bottom lip. "Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky."

"It might have something to do with the fact that you're annoyingly persistent."

He chuckled and leaned forward to kiss her. "You might be right." When he laid back down again, she snuggled into his side, resting her head against his chest and he held her. "I mean it Kimmy. I look at you and I can't help but be amazed. You don't belong here, you belong… you belong someplace better. You deserve more."

"I know what I deserve Bobby and I wouldn't be here if it wasn't what I wanted." She pressed her lips against his chest before closing her eyes.

Bobby remained quiet, his hand stroking up and down her back and she fell asleep listening to the steady sound of his heart beat.