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“Tell me about Michael,” I command. “Did you work with him on some deals?” My radar signals that Mr. Kingsfield played an important part in Megan’s past.

“My mother worked with him off and on over the years,” Megan explains, “and she introduced us when we passed the one million dollar sales mark. It’s really no big deal, that is, passing the million dollar marker.”

She’s stalling but I’m not going to give up on my mission to know more about Mr. Mogul. “So, Michael Kingsfield happens to be middle aged? Has he been active for some time in the field?”

“Yeah, he’s about Abby’s age. In fact, they dated once upon a time,” Megan says while squirming. She admits that much but then continues, “he’s been funding developments in Georgia and Florida for nearly twenty-five years.”

“That’s good. Was he funding your condo project in Miami?” I’m sensing something more to the story since Megan doesn’t want to expand on it.

“He played a role in the funding of our project but it was indirect. Mostly, Michael acted as a consultant.”

I hear that she’s referred to Mr. Kingsfield by his first name. That’s not good as far as I’m concerned. I finally put two and two together and it equals rage.

“Megan, did you date Kingsfield while you worked in Miami?”

The blood coursing through my veins has become the temperature of ice. My breathing shallows as I pull into the garage at my condo complex.

“Yes, Matt, I dated Michael for a while,” she agrees while looking down at her hands.

“Can I ask how long you dated Michael?”

The words leave my mouth with difficulty. I’m having trouble controlling my jealousy. We leave my car and head toward the elevator.

She pauses. “Long enough to know that I wanted to be with you, Matt.” She looks directly into my eyes. Hers are filled with fear. She reaches for my hand.

“Did you sleep with Michael Kingsfield?” I grab her hand and pull her into the elevator as I ask the million-dollar question.

“Matt, stop it. You’re torturing yourself and I’m not going to answer your question until you can calm down!”

“You’ll answer the question now,” I command as we reach my place.

After we leave the elevator, Jared my security guard, greets us with a nod. Megan strides into the apartment and sits on the couch. I follow on her heels. She’s not leaving here until I get a confession from her.

FOUR SHADES OF RECOVERY

Healing Heartbreak Series – Book 2

by J.S. Luxor

Copyright © 2013  J.S. Luxor

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter One – Dating Dilemma

Chapter Two – Encounters

Chapter Three – Stalker

Chapter Four – Escape

Chapter Five – Michael

Chapter Six – Accidents

Chapter Seven – Manipulations

MEGAN’S POV

I look at the handsome face of Matt Frazier before I begin my story. He’s going to need a lot of reassurance this evening. I know that his defenses are up and he won’t handle some of what I’m about to share with him very well. I wish I could touch him right now but he won’t react well to any contact, I’m sure. He needs his space.

However, I also realize that he needs to know my story before another force of nature invades our life. The window of time that I’ve been given for telling Matt about Michael has been narrowed significantly. In particular, the clock began ticking as soon as I spoke with Jacob earlier this evening. The news of where I live now will travel fast.

I smile with as much confidence as I can muster and begin my story. “Matt, I’m going to tell you about Michael Kingsfield on the condition that you put the thing in context. Remember, I returned to you and my life in Portland.”

“So, you’re telling me that there was competition for your affection. That it came down to a choice between Michael Kingsfield and myself?”

I blow out a long breath. “As I said earlier, Michael dated Abby at one time. It never worked out since the feeling wasn’t there between them. The firm that Abby and I worked for threw us a celebration party when we passed the million dollar sales mark. Agents and other real estate professionals attended the shindig from all around the southeast. The party for us turned out to be quite the big event. They awarded us each with a gold key and the champagne flowed.”

Matt’s wistful expression speaks volumes, but I continue with my confession. “Michael Kingsfield attended the event to support our success. Abby introduced us. I felt excited to meet someone that important in the real estate field.  There were no sparks on my part, Matt. Trust me,” I pat Matt’s leg as he fumes silently beside me.

“What about on his end, Megan?” he asks and quickly anticipates where the story’s going.

“Apparently, Michael thought I looked quite a lot like his deceased wife. She died suddenly in a car accident about five years ago. He grieved deeply over her. They were a couple who truly loved one another.”

“I think I have an understanding of what the sudden loss of a love entails,” Matt sighs. “Then, he thought you could bring her back? Keep the magic spark going?” he looks threatened as he connects the dots.

“I’m not sure exactly what Kingsfield intended. The bottom line was that he began to pursue me. And, I might as well admit this, relentlessly.”

Matt appears to be crestfallen by my story. “Once he saw you, he had to have you as his wife?”  

“Well, I’m not sure about that since we never talked marriage. In any case, my reaction wasn’t encouraging. He’s more than twice my age and I still felt strongly about you. Let me assure you, I
still
feel it for you, Matt.”

He stares at me impassively and pouts. I know how much restraint he’s using right now and I’m impressed with Matt’s control.

“At first, Michael invited Abby and me to Atlanta for talks of a merger between our company and his. Then, he started sending me flowers, gifts. He called constantly.” Matt swallows and looks as though he’s about to implode.

“How did Abby react to all of his attention towards you?”

“Strangely. At first, she seemed surprised and a bit put off. However, within a week or so, she encouraged me to explore a relationship with Michael Kingsfield. He was needy, wealthy, powerful and kind. Maybe she hoped it would help our careers.”

Matt stomps his foot and begins pacing as my story unfolds. He’s growing more restless with each revelation. “Fuck! Your own mother thought you’d be better off with Mr. Mogul than me? I’ll have to thank Abby profusely, if I ever see her again!” Matt’s livid at this point.

I decide to continue with my story nonetheless. The clock ticks after all. “Abby was fond of the idea that both our futures would benefit. Everyone we knew in Miami seemed to encourage our relationship. They mentioned how much Michael suffered when his wife died. They urged me to give him a chance to work through his misery.”

“The poor middle aged fellow.  What about my suffering and pain? Did anyone think of that?” Poor Matt’s spitting mad now. I don’t blame him but he needs to know the truth. If we can’t deal with it then we need to break off our relationship now.

“I thought of that Matt. I’m sorry for how much I’ve made you suffer. And, I guess I’m still making you suffer. Please forgive me, baby.” I hold my hands up in supplication.

He’s having none of my humility, as I suspected. Matt continues to pace and now runs both hands through his lovely head of hair. “Did you cave in, Megan?”

“In the end, however, I knew that I could never truly let you go until I gave someone like Michael a chance to get to know me. Yes, Matt, I began to date Michael and he pulled out all the stops.”

“Hopefully, not in the biblical sense,” Matt intones with a threatening tone to his voice.

I snort. “It always comes down to sex, for you. Doesn’t an emotional connection threaten you?” 

Matt grows even more agitated but speaks his mind. “In my view, the sexual chemistry becomes the precursor to any emotional bond.”

“How well I know that!” I exclaim and give him a reassuring smile.

“What happened next? You started screwing him, I guess?” he asks with a dejected look on his face.

“He flew our group to a real estate conference on Maui for a long weekend. He tempted me with a helicopter flight over the black sand beaches of Hana.”

“I can bet that he doesn’t fly his own plane.” Matt’s already begun the pissing contest. Matt’s terribly proud of the fact that he owns and flies his own Cessna.

I laugh a bit and then reassure him, “No, Michael doesn’t know the first thing about flying planes. He can’t compete with you, Matt.”

“You’ve got that right, Megan,” he huffs and crosses his arms. “What else happened on Maui?”

“He took me on long hikes to Haleakula, the dormant volcano. We took zip line rides over mile deep ravines. He hired a private boat for whale watching and we snorkeled with giant tortoises. I love Maui.”

“But, apparently, not him. I’m so pleased to know about your adventures in nature with Mr. Mogul. Did he try to make a move on you?” Matt can hardly contain his jealous rage. What keeps Matt in check is the primal recognition that I did not return Michael’s affections.

“He wined and dined me…told me that I was a dead ringer for his deceased wife. I did kiss him quite a few times. I wanted to soothe him but, truthfully, the chemistry wasn’t there. I just couldn’t sleep with him. The thought was nauseating,” I admit. Matt looks both envious and more than relieved about my story. 

However, Matt just won’t let it go. “What kind of kissing did you do with this middle aged widower?”

I sigh with frustration. “I needed to know about any sexual spark or tension that might grow between us. I also thought that perhaps it’d help me work through my feelings for you. We French kissed. He groped me. It felt like kissing my brother, though.” I admit and look with desire at the only man who lights my fire. My gorgeous Matt.

Matt’s delighted smile tells me how pleased he’s become about my story. But he won’t relent until he knows every detail of my contact with Michael. “How did he grope you, Megan?”

“The usual way. He squeezed my breasts and ass. I pulled back from that kind of intimacy when I realized that our chemistry was off. He kept pestering me with kisses and hugs but my desire for him faded quickly.”

“How dare he touch what’s mine. Come here, Megan. I need you, right now!” Matt quivers. He’s quite a possessive lover. His face looks flushed with relief and passion as he holds his arms out to me.

I haven’t given him the full story yet but he’s been through hell with the knowledge that I dated a serious competitor and we made out. I fall into Matt’s arms and kiss him with passion. He’s returning the kiss with all he’s got until I’m wet and willing. Soon, we’re both lying on his couch and making out like two teenagers. His hands massage every inch of my chest. He’s hungry. So am I.   

“I hope you don’t think I’m the brother you never had,” he jokes while I run my hands over his perfect chest. His hands are everywhere.

“Not a chance, baby. You push all the right buttons with me. If physical sex is the precursor to emotional love, we’re well on the way to true love. I’m so turned on by you it’s ridiculous,” I assure him while also kissing him gently on the lips. Matt’s ecstatic about our physical bond.

“Megan, you’ve made me so happy with that story. Would you like to get more comfortable in my bedroom?” His breathing becomes labored as we continue our foreplay.

“Oh, yeah, there’s no doubt. But, don’t you want to hear more of my story? We’re breaking your rules, you know.”

“No more of your sordid story, tonight. Besides you’ve told me plenty about your year apart from me. I think that deserves a reward.” It’s good to know that he’s being flexible with his conditions. I need him.  

His breathing grows audible as he kisses me thoroughly. My fingers massage his chest and back with growing intensity. “Time for us to get naked,” he announces and then pulls off my dress slowly. He looks hungrily at me now in just my underwear. My hands undo the zipper of his designer pants. I pull on the waist of his pants while kissing his chiseled jaw. Matt assists me in shoving them off. Now, he’s only wearing a dress shirt and boxers. He looks good enough to eat while we continue to grope one another.

“Are you ready for the next move?” he pants with craving. I simply nod my head and unclasp my bra. He removes and tosses the garment to the side of his couch. He gazes at my pink and ready nipples for several seconds before kneeling and taking one into his mouth. One hand gently squeezes its twin. His mouth pulls greedily on the breast he’s sucking. I moan with desire and continue to massage his torso.

After countless minutes of foreplay, he pauses from our make out session and stands up.

“You’re perfect, Megan. I love you,” he huffs out.

Then he lifts me up in both arms and carries me to his bedroom and, of course, his mattress. He arranges me against his headboard wearing only my panties. He removes his shirt so that his chest is exposed and then wiggles out of his boxers. Matt’s naked body looks astounding as he crawls up over me.

“Do you know how long it’s been since we made love in this bed?” he asks. I nod my head a bit with regret. I’ve missed our rituals in this room.

“I’m going to make it up to you, Matt, tonight,” I promise.

Then we resume our dance. We kiss again with our tongues entwined. Matt’s chest lies on mine but he supports his full weight by resting his elbows next to my chest. My thighs surround his hips while his legs help him thrust toward my covered vagina. He moans and comes toward me once again. My now soaked panties are ripped off in the next moment.

I giggle at his skill in removing my underwear. “And for your next trick, sir?” I joke.

His smiles but then makes a bold statement. “I’m going to make you come like a freight train.”

“I want you so badly and I’m so ready, Matt,” is what my overheated body and mouth can manage.