We snuggle with her back to my chest as I wait for her to fall asleep. I need to get on some shit done, but I don’t want her to hear. Once she falls asleep, I can look into the possibilities of causes for that explosion. She’s knocked out after about ten minutes, but pulling away from her is difficult; her body feels so incredible. I don’t want to get up, but I need to find some answers.
I stroll into my study and lock the door because I don’t want her to surprise me. My first call is to Don. I need to know what they found out so far about the explosion.
“Hey Don, I know it’s late, but I was wondering if you’ve heard from her parents.”
“Yes, I have.” He sounds thrown off by my question.
“Did they even ask about her?”
“Briefly, but only after I mentioned that she lived. Why— hasn’t she talked to them yet?”
“They didn’t talk to her, but they called me back three hours ago.”
“I spoke to them about eight hours ago.” My anger is growing by the second. That piece of shit lied to me. I knew he didn’t sound concerned, but I didn’t know he blatantly bullshitted me about knowing.
“What the fuck took them so long to call? That fucker lied when I talked to them earlier. He told me that they didn’t learn about the fire until after they got out of the movies.”
“I’m sorry, Trent. I don’t know what to say, but if that’s the way they treat her after an explosion that almost killed her, I would tell her to cut her losses and move on.”
“Thanks, Don. She’s done with them. Hell, their lack of concern makes me think they wanted her to die in the fire.”
“Once we find out the reason for the fire, we’ll know if they were involved.”
I hang up with Don and call Ted Mason back.
“Hello?” he answers nervously.
“Listen to me, Mason. Lily is done dealing with you. I just found out that you knew about the fire just after it happened, you lying piece of trash. I don’t know why you refused to call her, but it makes me think the fire wasn’t an accident.”
“I wouldn’t try to kill my daughter. I didn’t want to call her right away because my wife was freaking out.”
“So you put your wife before your child?”
“Lily was going to be okay. She’s lived away from us for so long that I knew she would be fine with someone as upstanding as you, and my wife was having a panic attack.”
“Okay, I don’t give a shit what your excuses are. You waited to tend to your daughter and I can’t let that happen. She’s mine now, and I’ll be the one taking care of her. If she wants to talk to you, I’ll let her, but you no longer get to be in her presence.”
I don’t wait for him to respond before hanging up because my anger is at a new level. I feel like snapping, and if I shout, I could wake up my sweet snow bunny. I walk back to the room and, thankfully, she hasn’t moved. Pulling back the covers, I climb in behind her. She buries herself into me like we’ve been doing this forever, and I know that’s the way I want it to be.
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I look out the window and the winter storm has swept in full force. The snow that was starting to melt just yesterday has grown at least a foot overnight. I’m supposed to be spending the day taking her shopping and shit, but the weather has taken a turn for the worst and there is supposed to be three more feet to fall in the next several hours. All my employees were notified late last night that the office would be closed today when I woke up to my phone buzzing with a severe winter weather alert.
I intend on working all day since we can’t go into town like we planned, but with Lily here, all I want to do is play with her pussy and make her cry out for me. I love hearing my name coming from her mouth as she’s coming. After working for about twenty minutes, I go in search of my woman.
Lily’s sitting in the library wearing only one of my tee shirts and joggers while staring out the window at the falling snow. I can’t take my eyes off her; she’s the image of perfection. I feel as though I’ve waited all these years for her. She’s got a book in her hand using her finger as a place marker and it’s resting against her thigh. I approach quietly because I want to milk the view for as long as I can, but she senses me and turns. Her smile is there, but it’s not whole. It doesn’t spread to her eyes, where I’d like it to be when she looks at me.
It’s almost that time to make her mine, but I’m not sure she’s feeling it. I know that there’s a lot of shit weighing heavily on her mind. We stare at each other for a moment before I apologize for invading her privacy. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”