Lex (Unconventional Hearts) (31 page)

Gage

Watching her stare into space all angry with
me is hot. I know I should be worried she’s going to go ape shit
and never speak to me again, but I’m not though. As sure as I am of
my feelings for Lex, I’m just as sure her feels for me are just as
real.

Giving her time to simmer, naked, standing
and absolutely stunning, I excuse myself to her bathroom to cool my
jets down before looking at her too long breaks my resolve, not to
throw her on the bed and ravish the shit outa her.

Peeing, washing my hands, my face, and
examining my naked body in the mirror, I give her some time to
adjust. Walking back into the bedroom, she’s now sitting on the bed
staring starry-eyed out of her bedroom window.

“Want to hit me?” I ask, coming to her
side.

Shaking her head, she doesn’t look at me.

“What do you want then?”

“I want to know it all. I want to know how
six years is possible. How you’re the Suit Master and why you are
doing this.”

I can give her that. Going over to her closet
I pull out her robe and carry it over to her draping it over her
shoulders, she feeds her arms through the holes and I help tie the
front. “I can’t tell you it all if you’re naked. See,” I point to
my re-growing erection. Her eyes latch onto it and she turns bright
red. I love when she blushes; it’s so cute. “Now, I’m going to
slide on my work pants, and we are going to lay in bed, talk, and
then I have to get going. I have to pick Emma up from my
dad’s.”

“Okay.” She rolls into the bed, I dress in my
pants and it’s time to start this much needed conversation. It’ll
be good to finally get this off my chest to the one person I need
to express my feelings to.

Chapter Twenty

Lex

What a heavy weighted emotional day!

Gage departed my house about four hours ago,
after we had the necessary ‘talk’. More of me listening, attempting
to soak in an abundance of overwhelming information, and he getting
the chance to finally spill an entire Lake Erie size can of beans.
I’m fairly certain he didn’t leave a thing unsaid. We are both left
emotionally drained.

Between knowing just about everything there
is to know about my past and present, he left his wife after years
of pining for me. Me—Lex Keagan, a girl of sorts with a mountain of
baggage. Baggage that we both seem to carry heavily on our
shoulders. Mine bearing down on me harder than his. He seems to
have his shit together. Knows how he feels, what he wants and has
spent years surrounded in vast wonderment on how to accomplish his
ultimate goal, that goal being me.

If you were basically handed six years’ worth
of emotions how would you react? How would it make you feel?
Hopefully similar to me. I’m confused, lost and for the lack of a
better term—flabbergasted. I can’t describe it any other way. A man
liking you, attempting to woo you, is one thing, but this takes the
gold, presidency and the dictatorship, all in one. It’s
that
massive, to a woman like me at least.

What would you do in my position? Would you
throw yourself at the mercy of a man who claims to love you and
desire you? Or do you do the sensible thing and take a giant leap
backward and take an inventory of life, feelings, things you’ve or
should I say,
I’ve
, never dreamt about, let alone
experienced.

Honestly, I don’t have the answers and the
woman I would be most willing to divulge my innermost feelings
with, is in the proverbial bed with this said man. Roni—Veronica
Phoenix, has joined forces with Gage, the Suit Master. Instead of
presenting this debacle to me directly or having my back and
concerning herself with what matters to me most—loyalty and
friendship, she sides with him and even helps him. I’ve heard the
entire story play-by-play. Some may feel her choice was in my best
interest or justified. That’s how lawyer, Gage Masterson presented
his case to me this morning, defending her when I dove off the deep
end and actually screamed at him for involving my best friend in
matters like this.

I can’t pinpoint why, but I feel a deeper
sense of betrayal from Roni than I do Gage, for portraying both
men. At least his excuses and explanations carried weight and
validity behind them. Roni added to the equation does not. I could
never and would never do that to her, even if the result turned out
to be good in the end.

Alright, enough of this, since I can’t trust
Roni, I’ve called upon the one other person I can trust—Lincoln.
We’re meeting casually for dinner tonight at Dolly’s. I need
another person’s input on this emotional cluster fuck and I know
he’d never lead me astray.

Gage

“What’s wrong little brother?” Tasha throws
her arm over my shoulder, as I stand here in the kitchen
overlooking the backyard through the window, watching Emma, Uncle
Max and Babs; my dad’s Lab, play fetch.

“I’m fine.” I glumly state.

“Uh huh, and I’m a size two.”

Damn sarcasm, about her weight again, I swear
my sister has got to cut that shit out. Natasha, or Tasha for
short, is nearing forty, but ever twenty-nine, if you ask her. She
has a severe body complex and has since we were kids. Maybe all
women are that way.

Tasha has long wavy brown tawny hair. It’s
truly gorgeous. I grew up being forced to brush it and style it for
her. I worshiped the ground she walked on. She always played the
mother role in my life. Since our mom was always drinking or doing
god knows what else. Tasha also has the family green blue eyes that
we all inherited from our dad. She stands about five seven and what
she bitches about most is her body. Tasha’s a fashion queen but
she’s not skinny. I’m not exactly sure what size she is but if I’d
have to guess she’s slightly less than plus sized. And her breasts
are gigantic. I’m her brother so I’m not speaking in sexual terms.
Just the truth, they are impossible to miss. Considering they
swallow up the entire top portion of her body.

“Stop talking about your body that way.” I
ring her neck with my arm, pull her into a hug and kiss her
forehead.

“Awe, what are you two doing? I didn’t get my
hug today.” Chelsea, my dad’s wife who’s Lex’s age, comes strolling
into the kitchen and sidles up next to me.

“Gagey here was just about to tell me about
his girlfriend.” Tasha snidely remarks, wrapping her arms loosely
around my waist, my arms draped over her shoulders. She doesn’t
care for Chelsea when it comes to me. Every other way they seem to
get along, but I know Tasha see’s what I do. Chelsea has the hots
for me. My father is no spring chicken, and he’s surely not a
romantic man. So, I must seem like an easy catch to her.

Chelsea’s eyes go wide in surprise. “You have
a girlfriend?”

“I…well…”

Tasha cuts me off. “Yes. Her name is Lex. She
owns a company and she’s absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. Gagey’s
sort of had a thing for her for a while now and they just had their
first official sleepover last night. He was just about to tell me
how great in bed she is. Weren’t you brother?” She briefly winks at
me and gives nosey, flirtatious, Chelsea a speculative glance with
a raised brow.

“Lex, you say?” Chelsea asks, like she is
actually interested.

The back door swings open and Emma comes
running inside.

“Daddy what bout’ Lex?”

Tasha backs away from being my human shield
and I pick up Emma under her armpits and plop her down on the
kitchen countertop to sit.

“Chelsea was just asking about her, baby.” I
explain to Emma, tucking an errant stand her of dark hair behind
her ear, away from her flushed cheeks.

“Lex, is daddy’s angel.” Emma explains
maturely to Chelsea.

“His what?”

“Daddy’s angel. I’m daddy’s baby and Lex is
daddy’s angel.”

I know Emma is referring to my tattoo on my
back that I’ve had for three years. I sat for about seventy hours
to get all the details I wanted. Needless to say, my ex-wife hates
it, and for good reason.

“Oh, okay.” Chelsea mumbles and excuses
herself from the kitchen.

“Hey baby, why don’t you go wash up and say
goodbye to everyone. We need to go home.” I lift Emma from the
counter, to the floor.

“K.” She scurries off and as she leaves the
kitchen and I turn to my sister and frown.

“I didn’t have sex with her.”

“I know that but Chelsea doesn’t, and if she
knows what’s good for her she’ll stop drooling over you. Now
spill.”

This is the first time all day I’ve been
alone with my sister. Her husband, the kids or my dad have been
lurking nearby so we haven’t been able to talk. Tasha knows all
there is to know about my feelings for Lex and she knows about
lady
. I haven’t given her much of the background in terms of
the abuse or the other things about Lex’s past. She knows the
basics, mainly.

“Well the plan at Vino’s worked.”

“I told you it would.”

I nod. “Well it did and I drove her home and
we fooled around a little…”

My sister squeals with boisterous excitement,
a giant smile erupts on her face and she claps her hands, bouncing
on the pads of her feet. Doesn’t take much to excite her —
evidently.

“And?”

“And… What?”

“Details, Gagey, I need details.”

Rolling my eyes, I shake my head, laughing.
“Fine, but not a word to anyone.”

She pretends to zip her lips, lock them and
toss the invisible key over her shoulder.

“I made her come three times. I wouldn’t let
her touch me, not yet. Then we talked about everything and I
left.”

“Was she…. You know… Big? Small?”

“Fuckin’A, Tash!”

Placing her hand on her hip, she throws out
the attitude in waves.

“I’ve been married
for-ever
, Gage. Max
will never be married, and I’ve been gunning for you and Lex for
years.
Years
, Gage. Now tell me.”

Fine.

“It’s perfect.”

Rolling her eyes and shaking her head,
exasperated, she says, “Come on, you can do way better than
that.”

Nosey ass sisters! Ahhh! Can’t live with em
and can’t live without em’.

“Fine. It was the most amazing thing ever. It
was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on, or touched
or sucked, or pleasured or anything. She’s perfect, fucking
perfect, I tell ya. I’ve known it for years, but it’s even better
than I ever thought. Ya happy? Does that fill your needs of wanting
to know? That the woman I love tastes so good, I’m getting blue
balls just talking about her.”

Tash smiles and nods. “Yep, it’s about damn
time. See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? So when she coming to
lunch?”

I shrug, “I. Don’t. Know. We’re
not
in
a relationship.”

We chat for a few minutes; she pats me on the
shoulder telling me I
have
to bring Lex over soon. Emma
comes into kitchen and it’s time to head home. It’s been a long two
days and I need to text Lex. I need to make sure we’re okay. That
she’s good with us.

Chapter Twenty-One

Thursday

Lex

“Hey boss, how’s your week going?” Daniel
inquires, standing inside my doorway, hands on the frame, looking
utterly uncomfortable.

“It’s fine.” I mutter clicking around on my
computer finalizing my last choices on some business deals that I
have been working on all week.

“Oh…well…Roni, she told me to…” He fumbles
over his words.

“To what? To see how I’m doing? Yes, I’m sure
she has, because I refuse to speak with her. Please tell her to
mind her own business. Better yet, I’ll do it.” I snap, irritated.
I click my interoffice phone, turn it on speaker and press her
number that’s on speed dial.

“Hello?” she hesitates. “You’re calling me
from the office?”

“Stop telling Daniel to babysit me. It’s been
four days since I’ve spoken with you. I want space. Get it through
your thick skull. Goodbye.” I click off and Daniel has already
retreated and shut my door. Good!

Now. Let’s see… Where do I start?

Sunday I had planned on meeting with Lincoln,
but on my way to the garage, Roni approached me, and we had it out.
It wasn’t pleasant and let’s just say I haven’t spoken with her
since.

“I want you to be happy.” Was her rebuttal
when I lashed out saying, “You screwed with my privacy, and invited
a man into my life knowing how hard and painful it is for me, and
didn’t even have the decency to tell me!”

You may think I was harsh, but this is my
best friend we’re talking about here. Yes, she’s always stuck her
nose where it doesn’t belong. I know it’s from love. However, when
she gets angry and doesn’t speak to me for days because I didn’t
admit to how I felt about Gage to begin with. That’s supposed to be
acceptable. Now I’m supposed to just brush off the fact she’s lied
to my face on numerous occasions. I’m following by example. Her
lies by omission consisted of the drinks from the Suit Master at
the bar. The dress. The dinner date. All of it. Now I’ve suffered
through her shunning me. I’m just repaying the same gesture.