His fooled cheat

Chapter 9

My Mom is all smiles when I arrive at her place while packing her things for her cruise.  She is talking non-stop about their plans and then also asking me all sorts of things, the main topic being David.

“So, did you make plans to do anything with David yet?”

“I’m trying to think of things to do that include Hope.”

“Oh honey, its easy.  Just ask her.”

“Like, just ask what she wants to do?”

“Yes, she’s ten years old.  She’ll know what she wants to do.”  My Mom rubs my shoulders affectionately.

“I’m going to go and unpack my things and have a shower.  Do you want to join me for a glass of wine on the patio after?”

My Mom smiles, “That’ll be great.  Thanks honey.”

We enjoy the sunset while sipping on some dry white and Mom is talking about years gone by when we moved here from Portland.  She has a calmness about her when she talks about Dad.  Its nice to see her in this light.  I feel really bad for having left her behind.  My Grandparents were great, but they weren’t my Mom. 

Its only after eight, when the back gate creaks open and David comes in, Hope in tow.  My heart leaps to my chest, excited at seeing him.  I secretly hope this feeling never fades.

“Hi, I hope you don’t mind, we wanted to invite you around to my parents’ for Sunday evening coffee and pie.”  He says, almost shyly.

Hope giggles behind her hand, “I think its chocolate pecan tonight.”

“Mrs Forbes, this includes you, of course.”  David adds.

“Oh, thank you David and Hope, but I am going to get into a warm bath and then have an early night before my flight tomorrow morning.”

“OK, well, consider it an open invitation.  Holly?”  he looks to me, that boyish smile being used as a weapon.

“I’ll just get my jacket.”

Hope does a little squeal and follows me inside, “Yay!  Grandma bakes the best pies!”

“I know.  I used to make your Dad bring me a slice to school every Monday morning.”

“Wow!  You and Dad have been friends forever!”

“Yeah, we have.”

“Were you friends with my Mom too?”

I try to be as diplomatic as I can, “Uh, we knew each other, but we never really hung out.”

“Mom says you always had a crush on Dad.”  This last bit of information leaves me reeling.

“Uh, no.  We were just very good friends, that’s all.”  I want to punch Marie Harper in the face right then, but instead I smile at this innocent child who has to listen to her mother’s lies on a daily basis.

“Oh OK.”  And just like that, we’ve moved on.  I don’t think it’s a subject that needs to be broached just yet as it isn’t affecting our relationship.

We meet David outside and take the walk over to the Cleary house.  I haven’t been there in so long.  Its still as homey looking and stirs memories of such a happy period.

We walk in and immediately Mrs Cleary comes rushing towards us, her arms outstretched.  I was expecting warm helloes, but nothing like this.

“Holly!  Welcome back!”

“Oh, I’m not back for good, Mrs Cleary.  Just visiting.”

She shakes her head, “Well, you’re here now.  Come one, let’s get you sorted with some of that chocolate pecan pie.  If I remember, it was your favourite.”

I nod shyly, “Yes, it was.  How do you remember?”

“Well, how can I forget David begging me to make sure your Monday morning slice was wrapped for school?”  she laughs and we go and sit around the long dining room table.

Everyone is there, including Jamie.  He is sitting on his Dad’s left side, seemingly in deep discussion about RiRa’s.  Ginny is still putting out cake forks for the pie and winks at me.  Hope has positioned herself between myself and her grandmother, while David sits to my right, his hand resting on the back of my chair.

Being traditionally Irish, Mr Cleary opens with a prayer and as soon as its done, the table comes alive with conversation.

Ginny is adding in her bit to Jamie and their Dad’s conversation, while David smiles at me, sensing my discomfort, “You OK?  Is it Jamie?”

“No.  This is just different.  I didn’t think I’d be visiting so soon.”  I look at him apologetically, hoping he doesn’t take it as me being scared off.

“Too soon?”

“No, I just-“

“Holly,” Mr Cleary begins, “You’re an accountant right?”

“Yes, I am.”  I say quietly.

“Dad, what’s wrong?”  David asks immediately, leaning forward.

“Nothing.  I just wanted to know if Holly would be interested in some private work.”

Jamie throws his hands in the air, “Dad, you don’t need an accountant!  I can do these things myself.”

“Last time I checked, you sold sports equipment.”  Mr Cleary pipes up.  This does not sit well with Jamie and he gets up from the table.

“Mom, thanks for the pie.  I have to be somewhere.”

“Well, that’s rude.”  Ginny throws in.

Mrs Cleary just smiles politely at Jamie, who comes around to her side and kisses her on the cheek.  He offers myself and David a glare and doesn’t acknowledge anyone else on his way out.

Hope looks at her Dad questioningly, “Why is uncle Jamie always so angry?”

Mr Cleary looks from David to Mrs Cleary and then motions for Hope to come and sit next to him, “Hey, Grandpa hasn’t even gotten a hug from his favourite grandkid all day!”

She giggles, “Silly, I’m your only grandkid!”

Mrs Cleary and Ginny keep me engaged in conversation about the goings on in the neighbourhood over the last few years, while David and his Dad talk about his business and some sport or the other.

At about nine-thirty, David squeezes my leg under the table, “Wanna get out of here?”

“And go where?”  I whisper.

“Well, Hope is staying at my Mom and Dad for the night and I thought you and I could watch a movie at my place?”

I suddenly get the giggles, “A movie?  Are you kidding?”

“Yeah.  So I can pretend to stretch and reach over and grab your-“

“David!”  Mrs Cleary has clearly heard this last part.

“Mom, if you’ll excuse us.  I am going to walk Holly home and then have an early night.”

“Yeah right!”  Ginny snorts.

I imagine I am all sorts of red at that point.

“Good night Mr and Mrs Cleary.  Ginny, I’ll see you around?”  Ginny nods and smiles with a mouthful of pie.

“Hope, perhaps we can do something fun next weekend.  Would you let me know if think of something?”

She gets up to come and give me a hug, “Oh gosh!  Yeah!  I have a ton of stuff I can think of.”

“Great!  I’ll see you soon.”

Once out the door, David turns to me and pulls me to him, kissing me so hard, I nearly gasp.  He pushes me up against the wall on the porch, his hands searching, grasping, stroking.  I start to feel my legs trembling.  He slides a hand down my jeans and finds my spot, first gently rubbing, then inserting his finger in between my folds.  I want to c*m all around his hand right then, but he withdraws his hand from my panties, pulling away from me.

“David, what are doing?”

“You’re a moaner and we’re on my parents’ porch.  If you’ve changed your mind and want to watch a movie with me, maybe, just maybe, I will finish what I started.”

He leaves me standing there, while he casually walks over to his truck.

David’s house is fairly similar to the rest of the houses in the area.  He looks over at me in the truck, almost as if for approval.

“Ginny says you built this.”

“Yeah.  Its perfect for a little family.”

I think how he must have built it, with Marie and Hope in mind.  Maybe even with more kids?  I mentally scold myself for even thinking that.  Of course he built with his family in mind!

“Sorry,” he says, almost as if having read my thoughts, “I didn’t mean for it to sound like that.”

“You can’t keep apologising for your past.  It happened, let’s try to move forward.”

“You’re right, but I feel like I need to make up for it every day we’re together.  This should have been for us.”

I touch his face and he kisses my hand, “Yes, it should have, but David, we’re here now.”

“I love you, Holly.”

“I love you.”

We kiss and almost immediately I forget where we are.  We stay huddled in the car for almost another half hour, making out like teenagers.

“Uh David, I have to be up really early tomorrow morning.”  I say, breaking away eventually.

“OK, well I owe you and I’ll have you home before midnight.”  He smirks, “Or shortly after.”

He only puts on the lamps inside and gives me a quick whirlwind tour, “Living area.  Kitchen and back there is the laundry room and play area.  We are now ascending to the first floor where we have Hope’s room and of course, the main bedroom.”

He motions me inside his bedroom and strangely, just as I had imagined, plain, but stylish in hues of beige, white and a dark wood.

“Oh, this is pretty.”  I say, “Let’s see the other rooms.”  I try to tease a bit, knowing exactly what he has on his mind.

David’s tilts his head to one side and hooks his index finger, motioning me toward him, “Oh Holly, sweetie, the tour stops here.”

I giggle as he pulls me flush against him and buries his face in my neck, kisses trailing from my ear to my collar bone.  He doesn’t waste any time as he unbuttons my shirt, just halfway and then pulls it over my head, but then stops just as the sleeves reach my shoulders, “Let’s try something.”

He carries me to the bed, tying the shirt sleeves to the headboard my body at his mercy.  He is astride me, his grin bordering on wicked.  I can’t help, but smile back at him in excitement.  David makes slow work of working his way down from my lips, his kisses lingering, to my breasts, which are literally heaving in anticipation.  He traces the outline through my lacy bra with his thumbs as he cups them.  Then, taking me by surprise, he gently grazes his teeth and his tongue over my n*****s.  The feeling that travels through my body is delicious.  I grasp fingers full of hair as he moves further down, paying close attention to my hips, the urge to buck forward being suppressed by the grasp he has on me.

He still hasn’t removed my pants and the need for him is growing slicker between my thighs.  My wriggling becomes incessant and he looks up at me, shaking a finger at me, “You move one more time and I’ll stop.”

I heed his warning and try to remain still.  Eventually, after enough tongue flicking and nibbling, he undoes my jeans, sliding them down to my ankles.  I prepare myself for the sweet torture that lies ahead.  He doesn't waste time after that, taking my panties down swiftly.

He keeps eye contact as he goes down, his tongue flicking through my folds, teasing my soft center and his hands lifting me up towards his mouth, kneading my ass as if he can’t get enough.

I want to c*m right then because watching him is enough to send me spiraling.   He stops before I can c*m and removes my jeans for me, “Don’t worry, you’ll c*m, but I want to see your face when you do.”

He positions me in a sitting pose, my hands still tied and spreads my legs for me.  He removes his t-shirt and jeans, then comes to kneel in front of me.  He does the most erotic then just then, stroking himself in front of me while tearing open the little foil packet with his teeth.  He then lifts me slightly, a leg in each of his hands, raising them up and grasping me around my lower calves, he slides himself into me.  The motion is effortless and makes me wonder when and where he has been practicing.

“Hmmm.”  I manage to mutter.

The strokes are deep, but too deliciously wonderful to be uncomfortable.  I want him, all of him.  I try very hard to hold onto my orgasm until the very end, but my body betrays me and begins its ascent into pure ecstasy.

I let out what sounds like a garbled version of his name and he furiously begins to push into me, not giving my orgasm a chance to subside.  He bends my legs and places my feet on his chest, allowing him to push in further, then uses his thumb to rub my c**t.  The onset of another orgasm is insanely intense and I call out loud enough for the neighbours to probably have hear.

David smiles at me, biting his lip.  He looks amazing in the dimly lit glow of his room.  He finds his release not long after that, when I squeeze around him and he loses control, “f**k, Holly, stop!”

“Nah-ah.”

He collapses on top of me, in a sweaty heap, his smooth chest feeling amazing against my bare breasts.  His stubble grazes my neck as he kisses me softly below the ear.

“Holly, you can do that?  With your..”  he trails off.

I laugh, “Pilates.”

We fall asleep, David behind me, both of us naked.  I wake up at just after two A.M. and freak out silently.  My Mom is leaving home at four-thirty to catch a flight to Miami and I have to be up at work by six.  So much for leaving just after midnight, I laugh.

“Where are you going?”  I hear behind me in the dark as I search around the unfamiliar space for my clothes.

“Home.”  I say, whispering.

“Why are you whispering when you already screamed loud enough for Old Man Lewis down the road, to hear?”  David’s teasing is endless.

“Come on, lazy, you need to drive me home or I’m taking your truck.”

“OK, but I really don’t see why you don’t just stay over in future.  Its called planning.”

I laugh at him, “This was your idea Mr Cleary.  Now get your ass up.”

I make peace with the fact that I won’t get enough sleep for my first day back at work and frankly, I don’t mind.  If I had to choose between late night s*x with David or being clear-headed; let’s just say I might get a warning or two at the office.

We pull up at my house and another half hour of goodbye kisses later, I am in bed, to have short, but sweet dreams of David wearing nothing, but his cocky smile.

After what feels like five minutes, my Mom wakes me up.  I want to pull the covers over my head, but she laughs, “No one told you to come in after three this morning.”

OK, I’m getting up, I moan into my pillow, flinging the covers off.  I smell the coffee before I see it.

“For me?”  I ask groggily.

My Mom nods, “Yes, now get your butt up and come and give me a hug!”

We say our goodbyes, Mom heading off with her colleague to their week of complete relaxation and me off to the everyday grind.

I have another little snooze until six and then get ready for work.  I tuck my white blouse into the black high-waisted skirt and slip on my red platforms.  I do mental checks to see if I have everything before leaving the house.

Just before I leave, my phone buzzes, its David.

*Don’t make plans for dinner.*

I smile to myself, keeping his text open and make a note to reply when I get to the office, wanting to have a smart-mouthed comeback for him.

The office is lively at eight A.M. and the intern pool is buzzing with excitement as I pass by their desks.  I get to the finance department, where I’m stationed and my boss’s assistant is smiling, “What’s going on down the hall?”

“One of the partners are handling some high profile divorce and a couple of our sterling interns just found out our client’s husband fathered a kid with a teenage girl.  So now, they’re riling the poor souls.”

“Wow!  That must be some amount of money she’s getting in the settlement.”

“Yeah, he’s a CEO of some export company in Portland.”

I laugh at Lucy, “How do you know these things?”

“Oh, that crowd isn’t quiet down the hall, especially when they’re celebrating.  Mark, the youngest of the lot, he’s joining Hyrim in court later for closing.”

“I take it he made the discovery.”

“Yeah.”  She says, sipping her coffee.

“Fun.  Anyway, good to be back.”  I say, heading to my office, ready to take on the day.

Just as James predicted, there wasn’t much on my desk.  I sift through the folder on my desk that reads “Pending” and laugh at the insane amount the firm spends on client meetings out of the office.

My day soon goes from quiet to chaotic when a stack of invoices come through needing approval before our creditors department’s cut off, which I note is at end of day, that Monday.

“Lucy, could you order in for me, please?”  I ask peering around my door.  She is stationed in between mine and James’ corner office.

“Sure.  What’ll you have?”

“Vegetarian spring rolls from Green elephant.  You having?”

“Yeah, thanks.  So two portions then?”

“Thanks Lucy!”

I end up sitting at the office until six  that evening, thinking of perhaps also ordering in dinner or grabbing a bite to eat in town when I suddenly remember David’s message.

I dig out my phone and see three missed calls from him.  No texts.  I call him.

“David, I’m so sorry!  I meant to reply once I got to my office this morning and then I got so busy.”

“Yeah, its OK.  Look, can we make plans for some other evening?”

He doesn’t sound like the David I was with this morning, “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t worry.  I’ll see you around.”

“David, talk to me.”  I demand.

“Holly.”  He says quietly, his voice strained, “Marie fetched Hope today.”

“Yeah, she’s her Mom or is she having a b***h-fit again?”

He goes completely still, “David?  Are you there?”

“Her biological father has come out of the woodworks.  Well, he’s getting divorced and someone found out about Hope.”

Oh. My. God.  The client whose husband fathered a child with a teenage girl, it was Hope’s biological dad.

My stomach turns and I want to cry for David and for Hope.  This poor kid’s world is about to be turned upside down.

I quickly find out where David is.  He is at his parents’ place.  I pack up immediately and head to Cape Elizabeth.

All the way there, all I can think of is how to help him fix it.  He hadn’t banked on this happening.  All his plans for his daughter.  All his years of being her Dad, for this.

I find David on his parent’s porch, sitting on the step, his head resting on his hands and I walk over to him, he wraps his hands around my legs and rests his head on my stomach.  I feel his shoulders shake beneath my hands and I sit down next to him, still holding him.  I want to be able to say something to make him feel better, but nothing besides this going away can do that for him.

I make the decision then, that I won’t let him give up his fight for Hope, regardless of what her biological father decides to do now that the news is public.

One person now holds the key to David’s happiness and that’s Marie.  Hopefully she can find it in her heart to consider her daughter’s happiness, if not David’s.  After all, she owes him that much.

We sit outside for a few more minutes before we go to his house and I let David find his solace with me.