Romance: Seducing The Quarterback (67 page)

When I woke up, my room was dark. I looked over at my night
stand and saw that it was 2:30 in the morning. Just when I was going to ask
myself what happened, my light switched on.

“Gerald!” I gasped because he scared the hell out of me.
Gerald was lying in my bed with his chest exposed looking down at me.

“Geez relax, did you honestly think I was just going to
leave.” I blushed when I remember the night’s “festivities”.

“Oh no sorry, I wasn’t expecting my light to come on
suddenly. Wait…. Is my mom home?” I said as I leaned up in bed. When the covers
fell down exposing my breasts I quickly covered them with my hand.

“She got home a few hours ago. You’re a grown woman, I’m
sure she’s not surprised that I’m spending the night.” That honestly was not
the point. I didn’t want my mother to know I just had sex in her house. The
deed was already done though; she saw his car outside so she knew that he’s
here. “But forget about that for a minute. We have to talk.” I finally gotten a
good look at Gerald’s face and I noticed that he looked pissed off.

“What’s wrong?” I asked clearly confused by his behavior.
He’d wanted to sleep with me for months now, so I didn’t understand what the
problem was.

“You weren’t a virgin.” He said suddenly and my face
flushed. How could he have possibly known that?

“What are you talking about? Of course I was!” He gave me a
sideway glance as if he was saying to ‘drop the bullshit’.

“There was no blood; your reactions were not typical for a
virgin and the way you fucked me…..” he drifted off shaking his head. “I’ve
slept with virgins before and it was never like that.”

“You are just being paranoid for no reason.”

“This is not paranoia and the way you’ve been acting
lately…. Who are you fucking?” Gerald said raising his voice.

“Keep your voice down before my mother hears us.” I said my
face going dark red. Gerald got out of the bed and walked around to my side and
pulled me up.

“Answer my question,” he shouted completely ignoring my
request to keep quiet.

“Nobody!” I yelled back with tears falling down my face. I
didn’t want Gerald to know. I couldn’t let him know!

“You’ve been acting different since I dropped you off at
home after Jeffery’s party. Did you fuck somebody there?” My tears came faster
as he hit the mark.

“I didn’t do anything,” I kept lying trying to get him to
believe me.

“Did you fuck Jeffery? Did you fuck your brother, Michelle?”
Gerald’s voice deepened and I sensed that this wasn’t going to end well for me.
I had to think of something quick.

“How could you even suggest something as sick as that?”

“Well it makes perfect sense considering how you disappeared
with him for two fucking hours!” Gerald grabbed me roughly by the arms. “Don’t
lie to me!”

“I’m not!” I sobbed. “We talked about me and you and how I
haven’t been giving you enough credit for all that you’ve done for me.” I
started speaking before my mind knew what was going on. “He said I was being
selfish to you and taking your kindness and willingness to help me for
granted.” I never knew that I could lie so convincingly. “What he said made me
really think about how I treat you and I didn’t like what I came up with.”

“Michelle,” Gerald said as he took his hands off of me.

“I planned tonight just for you.” I produced more tears to
make myself look more convincing. “This is embarrassing, but I bought a sex toy
to help me with the pain of you breaking me in.” Even though this was a lie, I
still blushed. “I wanted to show you that I really did care for you and that I
cherish you, which is why I’ve acted differently towards you recently.”  Gerald
sighed and took me into his arms.

“I can’t believe what you just told me. I’m sorry that I
jumped to conclusions.” I pressed my head to his chest to hide the relieved smile
that had plastered on my face. “I never would have thought you’d go to these
lengths to make me happy. You’re right; I don’t know why I thought you’d sleep
with Jeffery. Stepbrother or not I know that you’re not that type of woman.” He
sighed and kissed the top of my head. “I admit, that sometimes I push you to do
things that I want you to do instead of what you want to do. Since you’re
trying so hard for me to be happy, I’ll try for you too by letting you do what
you feel is best for you.” I would be lying if I said that what Gerald said
wasn’t beautiful because it was and it was definitely unexpected. He leaned my
face up to him and kissed me and for the first time in days, I was kissing him
instead of Jeffery.

“You really look beautiful in the green dress, Michelle.”
Gerald said to me as he took me to another one of his favorite clothing stores.

“I really like the purple dress though.” I saw Gerald bite
his bottom lip, but he sighed.

“Fine, I want you to wear what you like.” Over the past
couple of weeks, Gerald and my relationship had gotten better. He didn’t hound
me as much when it came to work and when he took me shopping, he actually
allowed me to pick out my own clothes. I had to admit that I had grown happier
to be with him and I was starting to be mesmerized with him. We had sex like
crazy now and when he made love, he took his time to make sure that I had
gotten off before he did.

“You’re the best” I said as we went to the counter to pay
for the clothes.

“Yeah, yeah,” Gerald said with a pleasant smile on his face.
I looked up at him and smiled, he was really a gem once you cleaned off all of
the dirt. He wasn’t as arrogant as he was a few months ago and he didn’t throw
his successful business into my face anymore. He started to take a genuine
interest in my job and I began inviting him over to the house more. We met up
with my dad a few times and my dad absolutely adored him. They played golf
together and my father took him to meet some of his inner circle. After that
life changing night, I haven’t seen Jeffery; apparently he had flown out of the
country for a few months to do business overseas.

“What do you want to do next?” Gerald asked taking my hand
in his.

“I’ll let you decide.” I said gripping his hand tighter. He
looked down at me and flashed his beautiful smile.

It was funny to me that my one-night stand with my
stepbrother would aid in our relationship. I know that this was a shitty
thought for me to have, but I don’t regret what Jeffery and I did because I
probably would’ve still been a virgin to this day and miserable with Gerald. I
only regret that Jeffery is my stepbrother. I received a sexually satisfying
experience from another man that made me crave it from Gerald. At the end of
the day, Jeffery saved our relationship, and since Gerald already worship
Jeffery, he had another reason to like him. However, this reason he didn’t have
to know.

By: Olivia Silver

Crazy for Him

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“I think you need to get away for a long vacation. We should
do a girls’ weekend.” My best friend, Angela, was looking at me with concern
and I smiled at her.

“Well, we should definitely do a girls’ weekend, but I’m
okay. I think Brady and I just need to figure this stuff out. I spent my whole
adolescence and the majority of my twenties doing everything I knew to do to
not get pregnant, it seems absolutely ridiculous that now that I want to, I can’t.”

Angela and I had decided to go to lunch in the middle of the
week, simply because we could. She was still on maternity leave and we had
begun our lunch at a reasonable lunch hour; it had now drifted well into the
late afternoon because of all the talking we’d had to do to get caught up on
each other’s lives from the week before.

“It’ll happen, Gabrielle,” Angela said. She was about to
finish her sentence when her daughter, just two months old, began to cry. The
steady din of the restaurant had kept her napping through our entire lunch, but
now Angela needed to tend to her. I sipped my wine and looked at the two of
them, mother and daughter, and I swore I could feel my uterus start to hurt.

Brady and I had been married for three years, and we had been
trying to have a baby for all three of those three years. With the exception of
one false positive about a year in, there hadn’t been so much as a glimmer of a
pregnancy. We had both been tested, and there were no discernible problems on
either side. The doctors, all sympathetic, said that there was no medical
reason I wasn’t getting pregnant. Super helpful. It had been rough, of course,
and Angela was probably completely right that I needed some time away. Brady
worked long hours; he was a mechanical engineer, but, since he was still fairly
new to the company he worked for, he was still spending a lot of time having to
prove himself to his bosses. I was a housewife. I was supposed to be a stay at
home mom, but, without a baby, I was a housewife.

“Shhhh, it’s okay, beautiful girl,” Angela cooed quietly to
her daughter. I watched them, about how easy Angela had made pregnancy and
birth look. Just “oh, look, I’m pregnant,” and that was it. I tried to not let
my envy show on my face. I was truly happy for Angela; she and her husband had
been trying for more than a year, and it had finally happened for her. After
two miscarriages, their little Ava was a miracle.

“Maybe you’re right,” I said. “Maybe I do need to get away.
Or I need an adventure. I need something to take my mind off of non-stop baby
stuff.” I looked over at her daughter and smiled, my heart both melting with
love and turning green with jealousy. “She’s so beautiful, Ang.”

Angela turned back to the table and to me. She put her hand
on mine. “It’ll happen for you and Brady. I don’t know what the holdup is, but
I know that, when you do get pregnant, it’ll be for keeps and it’s going to be
amazing. You will be the most radiant mama ever.”

We paid the bill and walked to the car. Angela buckled Ava
into her car seat and Angela drove me home.

“I’ll see you soon, at dinner next week, right?” Once a
month, a group of six of us got together for dinner at one of our houses or
occasionally a restaurant. We were three couples, and, now, two of the three of
us had babies. Brady and I were the only couple left.

“You know it,” Angela said. “I can’t wait until I can drink
again.”

“Funny,” I said, smiling so she would know I was keeping it
light, “I can’t wait until I can’t.” I got out of the car and closed the door.
Angela rolled down the passenger side window and called out after me,

“It’ll happen before you know it!”

I walked up my steps and into my house. The garage door was
closed, so I didn’t see Brady’s car in the garage, but there he was in the
house. It was a surprise because it was mid-afternoon and he should have been
at work.

“Hey, sexy,” he said, greeting me from the kitchen. I set
down my purse and took off my jacket, tossing it over the chair. He came over
and embraced me, kissing me and patting my ass.

“Hey, grabby,” I said, smiling and pulling away. “What are
you doing home so early?”

“We had a company-wide meeting and it ended early, so those
of us who had worked through lunch got to leave when the meeting ended.” He
kissed me again. “I wanted to get home to my favorite woman in the entire
world.”

I was happy to see him, but I was a little crabby too. I was
still bothered by some of the lunch conversation with Angela, more by what it
stirred up in me, and I’d been looking forward to having a few hours alone
before Brady got home. Not that I could tell him that.

“How was your day?” he asked. “Did you find some things to
do?” He had turned back to the counter where he was in the middle of slicing up
a large green pepper.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked, more harshly than
I intended. He meant nothing by it and I knew it, but the idea that I wasn’t
doing what I was supposed to be doing—raising our baby—and so I needed to find
other things to do, well, that wasn’t sitting well with me, especially today.

“Honey,” he began, putting the knife down and turning to me.

“No,” I said. “I found some things to do. I ran errands all
morning, and then I met Angela for a late lunch where I spent two hours with
her and her beautiful new baby.” I heard my voice raising and I worked to
control it; I was crabby, but I didn’t necessarily want to pick a fight.
But,
seriously,
I thought
, why does he need to ask such stupid questions?

“I’m sorry, Gabi, you know I didn’t mean—”

“I know,” I said. “I know what you meant.” I shook my head.
“I think I just need to go take a bath and read for a while. Clear my head.
It’s… it’s really nice that you were able to come home early.” I hugged him and
he kissed the top of my head.

“Don’t worry about dinner; I was planning to make stir fry.
I’ll just finish cutting up the veggies and we can put it together when you’re
ready.”

“That sounds perfect.” I walked upstairs and ran a bath for
myself, doing my regular ritual of bath salts and bubble bath. I lit two
candles, one at each end of the tub and, just as I slipped into the water, I
reached my hand for my glass of wine… and I realized I’d forgotten it.

I sighed. I thought about calling to Brady but I decided I’d
be okay until dinner. I opened my book and started to read. Not two minutes
later, there was a quiet knock at the door.

“Honey,” Brady said, slowly opening the door. “I thought you
might want this.” He came in with a glass of Sauvignon blanc in his hand and
any ounce of my crabby anger at him melted away into a pool of relief and
relaxation.

“You are my hero, for real,” I said. I reached my hand out
and took a long sip of the cool liquid. It was sweet on my throat and I savored
the tang of the alcohol and fruit on my tongue.

“That’s all it takes, huh?” he said, smiling down at me.

“Well, I mean, you did have to leap over at least three tall
buildings in a single bound to get it, right? Because otherwise, I’m sorry, I
have to reduce your status.”

“I’m sorry, Ma’am, that information is classified.” He bowed
and turned to leave the bathroom. He left but poked his head back through the
door. “Your body is absolutely slamming, by the way, I hope you know.” He
closed the door quickly before I could try to splash him with water from across
the room.

I sighed and settled into the warm water with my wine, my
book forgotten. I thought about what our baby would look like. His eyes, my
lips. His height, my slightly curvy build. I didn’t know why, but, in my head,
we always had a girl. I had, of course, over a hundred names picked out. That helped
in some ways and hurt in others, as did most anything surrounding babies in my
life. I stared at the ceiling, tiled in a light blue Spanish pattern that
complemented the other tiling in the room. Brady had rebuilt the bathroom after
gutting it just a few months after we’d moved in. Most of the rooms in the
house had needed work, and, of course, we’d been planning a family, so we had a
nursery all picked out.

Right now, that’s where our offices were. Instead of a crib,
there was a desk. Instead of a rocking chair, a mini fridge. And, instead of a
dresser with adorable pink and blue decals, there was an ugly gray filing
cabinet.

I sighed and shook my head. I needed to figure out something
else to think about. Baby fever is what everyone called it. Maybe some of the
doctors were right; if I stopped thinking about getting pregnant, it would
happen before I knew it. I traced my index finger over my belly, feeling the
soft curves. I looked at my wine and wondered if I should stop drinking it now.
If we were going to try again tonight, I didn’t want any alcohol in my system.

I got out of the bath and dried myself off with one of the
green fluffy towels that made getting out of the bath not completely suck, and
I dressed in sweatpants and a white tank top. I drained the bath tub and, while
it was draining, I poured the rest of the wine down the drain. If we were going
to have a baby, we needed to be serious about it.

I told Brady exactly that at dinner. That we needed to be
serious about me getting pregnant. He put his fork down, sighed, and stared at
me.

“Gabi, we are serious about it. We’ve been to every doctor
in the city. We’ve tried every holistic, herbal, Zen, whatever method that
exists.”

“Don’t yell at me,” I said, my voice quiet.

“I’m not yelling at you, honey. I just want to make sure
that you know that I’m just as serious as you are about us having a baby. I
want to have a baby with you.” He put his hand on mine and squeezed my fingers.
I’ll admit it: sometimes I do really blame Brady. I have to. Every one of my
friends and so many people I know in general are pregnant or have given birth
to a beautiful, perfect baby in the last year. My mother, trying to be helpful,
reminds me that I’m “at that age,” where everyone is getting married and
getting pregnant.

“Be grateful you snagged a man as wonderful as Brady on your
first time,” she said. My mom had divorced my dad when I was in junior high.
She had gotten married four years ago, and says that if she’d waited past “the
first man she ever laid eyes on,” she wouldn’t have made the mistake of
marrying my father.

At which point I would always interject that if she hadn’t
married my dad she would never have had me, at least not in my current, most
perfect form. Then, she would laugh and I would laugh, and we would go on to
talking about something else.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked quietly. I looked at
him and saw the same pained expression on his face I’m sure was mirroring my
own.

“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. I pulled my hand from
under his and picked up my wine glass, which Brady had refilled and which I had
not protested. “A toast,” I said. “To you and me, and to whatever the future
holds for us.”

He smiled and clinked glasses with me. We finished dinner
and began to clean up the kitchen.

“Dinner is next week, right? Do you want to invite your mom
and over sometime this week for dinner?”

“Why would we do that?” I asked, making a face. I loved my
mom, and Randall, my stepdad, was great, but there was no need to just go
randomly invite them over. “They might think that we want them around all the
time,” I joked, pretending to shiver.

“I thought it might help take your mind off of everything,”
Brady said.

I burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, have you
met
my
mother? Every other word out of her mouth is baby this or baby that.”

Brady blushed. “I’m just trying to help, you know.”

“I know you are, dear,” I said, grabbing the salt and pepper
off the table. “But my mother is never the solution to a problem. And, yes,
dinner next week with the crew.”

When we went to bed that night, I couldn’t sleep, as usual.
For the last year I had been unable to fall asleep because of the thoughts
running crazy marathons in my head. I debated taking an Ambien and decided
against it. Instead, I rolled away from Brady and bunched up my pillow so I
could see out our window. The sky was full of stars; it was an incredibly clear
night. I wished upon every star I could see. I think I fell asleep wishing.