Baby Love Lite (13 page)

“
Trey,” I whispered, “What
are you doing? Are you crazy?”

I started to wriggle out of his grasp but his
arms were strong around me.

“
I’m going to fuck you, Mrs.
Sinclair. Right here, right now. I’m going to make you come as
well. Do you have an issue with that?”

“
Well, actually, Mr.
Sinclair, there's one little problem. Do you think I wear my
diaphragm 24-7?”

“
Not a problem at all,
baby.”

He reached into the pocket of his suit
trousers and pulled out a foil-wrapped condom. I was surprised but
not shocked. I found his lips again with mine, tasting him and
feeling his fingers bringing me to rapid pleasure. This was so
naughty, but so damn hot! I heard the zipper of his fly go down. He
backed away from me momentarily, tearing the condom packet open and
rolling the condom down the length of his very erect shaft.

He was ready and so was I. He scooted me to
the edge of the table, placing each of my legs around his hips.
He'd pulled my skirt up around my waist. His hand guided his hard
erection into my womanhood gently. He teased me a bit going in and
out very slowly but not fully. I wanted the full length of him
inside me. My hands clutched his butt pulling him in deeper.
Finally he buried himself fully into me. I moaned softly with the
pleasure it gave me.

"Mmmm, that feels so good,” I said rotating
my hips in a circular rhythm.

“
Do you like that?” he asked
rocking slowly back and forth inside of me.

“
Ummm . . . yes,” I said
feeling the head of his erection massaging my sweet spot again and
again. I was quickening and Trey knew it. He wanted to prolong our
pleasure. He stopped his gentle thrusting and I whined in
protest.

“
Easy, baby,” he crooned
softly to me. “We aren’t in any hurry here, are we?”

He started rolling his hips against me once
again and his gentle thrusting in and out of me. My hips gyrated as
I leaned back against the table, moving my legs up to his
shoulders. I knew he liked it.

“
God, Tylar,” he rasped, his
momentum now picking up as he buried himself into me
deeply.

His in and out thrusting was becoming
stronger and stronger. I felt the swell of my climax ready to peak.
Trey was moaning now. He stopped suddenly and I felt the throb of
his climax emptying inside of me. It was the tiny push I needed to
give way to mine. My core contracted in response, squeezing him
over and over again as I came with him. We both moaned softly with
the sweet pleasure of our orgasms.

When I got back to my work area, the wall
clock read 3:45 p.m. I'd only been gone for thirty minutes. Leah
was on a call with someone so I finished up the data inputs in Mr.
Harmon’s schedule then sorted the incoming mail, date-stamping it
in and distributing it.

I wondered how Susan was doing with her
afternoon interview with Sheila Bradley. Susan had referred to her
as "Nurse Bradley.” She probably liked the idea of a registered
nurse being Preston’s babysitter. Susan could fill Trey and I in on
the details at dinner.

At five, Leah and I cleaned off our desktops
and filed any remaining file folders away. She took off telling me
she'd see me in the morning. Her surgery was scheduled for
Wednesday morning so tomorrow would be our last day together until
she came back after surgery. I called Trey’s phone and Tonya
answered.

“
He’s on a phone call,
Tylar,” she said. Her voice sounded strange, somehow distracted.
“I’ll take a note into him that you called down here. Why don’t you
sit tight until he comes by to get you, okay?”

“
Okay,” I said, puzzled by
her demeanor and her choice of words.

Why wouldn’t she have just said she'd have
him call me as soon as he was off the phone?

I called the apartment realizing I hadn’t
thought about the fact Susan had been busy with interviews and
caring for Preston all day. I wanted to check and see if she wanted
Trey and I to pick up something for dinner. Maybe she'd feel like
going out to eat. That might be nice on our part to take her out
for a nice dinner. The landline in our apartment rang and rang;
finally the automated voicemail picked up. Maybe she was changing
the baby’s diaper or something. The interview had to be over by
this time.

Just then, Trey appeared in the office area.
His face was ashen and his expression was if it was etched in
stone. It reminded me a little bit of that dream that I had where
Trey looked like a statue. This wasn’t a dream however.

“
What is it?” I asked, a
feeling of fear and panic slowly seeping in.

“
We have to get to the
hospital, now,” he stated firmly.

“
What? Why? What happened?
Oh my God,” I was starting to shriek. “Did something happen to
Preston?”

“
No - it’s Mom.”

I didn’t recall the drive to the hospital.
Trey hadn't said much at all only that he'd received a called from
the police indicating that his mother had been taken there by
paramedics; her condition was underdetermined at this point.
There'd be detectives there to interview us once we arrived he'd
said.

“
Where's Preston?” I asked
Trey.

“
I’m sure she was either
left with a neighbor or is at the hospital with Mom,” he responded
calmly. “Someone at the hospital is likely looking after her until
we get there.”

“
What kind of accident or
injury happened to your mom?”

I’m not sure, but let’s please hope and pray
for the best okay?”

“
Okay,” I answered as Trey
pulled into the Emergency Room parking lot at St. Matthews
Hospital.

As we entered the lobby to the ER, several
police officers immediately approached, and led us to a private
waiting room off of the ER which I could only guess was used for
privacy when the news was bad. I felt my throat start to close up
as Trey pulled me along side of him into the room. One of the
officers shut the door and instructed us to take our seats.

“
Your mother will be fine,”
he assured us right off the bat.

I breathed a sigh of relief and felt Trey
relax beside me. Our relief was short-lived.

“
Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair, when
the paramedics brought your mother in a little while ago, she was
unconscious due to a concussion. She started coming around just a
few minutes ago and has been disoriented and extremely anxious.
She's insisting that whoever bashed her over the head, took your
baby daughter. Do you have a baby daughter that would've been in
the apartment with your mother when the fire alarm
sounded?”

“
Fire alarm?” Trey
asked.

“
It was just a false alarm;
don’t worry your building is fine. If in fact your daughter's
missing, it could've been an attempt to divert attention away from
the alleged perpetrator.”

I hadn’t heard anything after Trey had
questioned the police about the fire alarm. Oh my God, she did it!
She fucking did it. I'd known that somehow and some way my mother
would come back to hurt me. It was what I'd feared and dreamt
about; it was the reason for the paranoia inside of me that the
pills Dr. Addison had prescribed had magically tucked away from my
subconscious.

Mom had my baby. I was as sure of that as I
was of my love for Trey and Preston. The bitch was mine! That was
the last conscious promise I made to myself before I was blessed
with darkness as my body took over and I careened into
oblivion.

I was awakened abruptly by a nurse waving
smelling salts underneath my nose. Trey was right there, he'd
lifted me back onto my chair. The nurse had a gurney there but I
refused. I knew that I'd be fine. I had to be fine because I was
going to find my baby and kill that bitch.

“
I’m fine, I’m fine,” I
said, pushing the nurse’s hand away with the disgusting smelling
salts.

“
Sweetie,” Trey pleaded, “I
think you're in shock right now, as we all are, let them help you,
baby.”

His eyes were teared up, pleading with me. He
was destroyed; I could see that. The problem was that he didn’t
know what I knew and I knew that my fucking slut of a mother was
behind this and she wouldn’t be hurting Preston; I was sure of
that. Preston was worth something to her, I just had to figure out
what and why.

“
Trey,” I pleaded, “let’s
see how your mom is doing right now. We have to see what she
recalls about what happened. I refuse to believe that some random
faction took Preston. I know who is behind this.”

“
You do?” he asked, totally
in shock. "Who?”

“
My mother,” I announced
very matter-of-factly. “I know that it was her. We just have to
find her.”

The look that passed between my husband and
the police was unmistakably one of disbelief. Okay, they thought I
was nuts, paranoid; had a "Mommy issue," whatever. I knew the
truth.

The detective wanted to question Trey alone,
probably to see what he knew about his "Mommy-In-Law Dearest." Trey
could only fill in him on what he knew for certain which included
Charlie’s connection and conspiracy with her, as well as the fact
that Trey’s P.I. had discovered some time back that my mom had been
living with Daniel somewhere in Indiana. I could count on Trey.
He'd been with me during a lot of the fallout that could only be
attributed to mom and the minions that she directed such as
Charlie.

Trey guided me back out to the waiting room,
instructing me to sit there until the detective had finished
questioning him. He made me promise that I'd sit still.

Whatever... he needs to chill. I have a
plan.

Trey returned to the small room where the
detective was most likely questioning him on both of our mental
stability, and why we might want out baby daughter dead. I'd seen
enough movies on cable to know how it flowed. I hoped that Trey
wouldn’t take offense. It was standard procedure to suspect a
family member after an “alleged” abduction.

My hopes were dashed when I heard my
husband’s voice getting louder and louder. He dropped several “F”
bombs before he exited the room, indicating that any future
questioning would be conducted with his own counsel present. Weird
he would seek other counsel to defend us against what? I knew damn
well who the perp was. I was certain I'd be able to unravel her
whereabouts given the resources I knew that Trey could afford to
provide.

Trey held his hand out for me to take it as
he pulled me from the chair and we headed out toward the mail
lobby. He asked someone at the “help” desk about his mother.

We were directed to ER 5, where Susan was
currently getting treatment for whatever injuries she'd sustained
during her “accident.”

As we entered ER 5 behind the curtain, Susan
was laying upon a gurney. She had a bandage over one eye and
another around the forehead. Oh God, what had my mother done to
her? Trey immediately was by her side, leaning over, kissing her
cheek. Her eyes sprang open and they were full of guilt, pain and
fear.

“
Oh, Trey,” she wept,
“Tylar, can you ever forgive me?” She was wailing, tears flowing
down her cheeks. She was near hysteria. A young doctor was beside
her, giving her an injection of some sort. He turned to
Trey.

“
This will calm her,” he
explained. “She's had a major shock with what she's been through
today. She'll be out in just a few minutes.”

I needed to work fast I realized as I
approached her gurney, taking her hand into mine. “Susan,” I said
gently, “we want you to calm down and relax. You need to take care
of your health for the moment, okay? No one is angry with you, do
you understand?”

She nodded pathetically, totally
grief-stricken about what had happened. I needed to get some
questions answered before she drifted off.

“
Okay,” I said, steadfast in
my mission. “Can you please tell me what happened to
Preston?”

“
Nurse Bradley took her,”
she choked out between tears. “During the interview, Preston
started fussing to eat. I asked Nurse Bradley to hold her while I
went to the kitchen and warmed up a bottle of milk. I heard the
baby stop fussing while I was out in the kitchen.”

Susan was sobbing now, totally absorbed in
her tears and guilt. I could see that.

“
What happened?” I prodded,
as Trey stood by in a zombie-like trance.

“
Well, when I came out with
Preston’s bottle, I saw that Nurse Bradley was sitting on the couch
with her. She had her blouse unbuttoned and she was . .
.”

Susan stopped to sob louder now, clearly
disoriented by what she'd observed. I needed her to finish.

“
What, Susan?” I pressed, my
voice louder and more demanding than I'd intended.

“
She was nursing the baby,”
she wailed. “Preston was latched onto her breast, nursing from
her!”

“
What the fuck?” I said
loudly.

Susan starting wailing louder; Trey had
turned into a statue again.

“
Susan…Susan,” I said
firmly. “What happened then?” I could tell that she was starting to
feel the effects of whatever drug she'd been given.

“
I asked her what the hell
she thought she was doing. She said she'd lost a baby but kept
pumping her breasts. She said she'd been donating her breast milk
to the Fulton County Milk Bank. I told her she needed to leave and
I went to take Preston from her. She kicked me with her foot and I
landed on the floor. She laid Preston on the couch, grabbed the
poker from the fireplace and bashed me on the head with it. The
next thing that I remember is being here.”