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“Lilly get up. It’s time to go home,” I said pushing her gently on the arm.

She turns over and says, “I don’t want to go home. I want to stay here with you.” I place the tray on the night stand near the bed. I pull her to me and I don’t want her to leave but my common sense takes hold of me, and I know I have to take her home whether she wants me to or not.

“Your husband is looking for you,” I say holding her as she lay on my chest. She’s raking her hands across my shirtless body, and kissing my chest. I’m getting aroused and I know if I don’t control myself we will be at it again.

“That man isn’t a husband. A husband makes love to his wife and treats her like a person. That man is cold, like you were when I first met you.” I didn’t expect her to say that. I know I give off vibes like I’m indifferent, but I never wanted a woman like her before now. I raise an eyebrow and glance at her.

“I don’t care anymore. I want to stay with you,” she says to me as she reaches over and starts to unbutton my jeans.

“Stop that. Here, I made you a sandwich and here is a glass for your beer.”

“I would prefer some tea,” she says her voice distant, and her mouth closes, she is breathing hard. Her full upper lip turns up the way I like.

“I don’t have any tea, Lilly.”

“Well then, I’ll wait until you get some.”

“You can’t do this. You have to go home sometime.”

“I don’t have to go home. I can stay here with you.” She pulls at my waist and I move back.

“I said this will not happen tomorrow, only today. This can never happen again. Do you understand?” She looks up at me with her big brown eyes and I know she’s not listening to me.  “We can’t see each other like this again. Not now, and not tomorrow.”

“Do you think you can be with me and make love to me and it won’t mean something to me or you?” She asks, but I have no answer.

“You have it wrong. I fucked you, I didn’t make love to you,” I say and I’m sorry but I can’t think of a way to get her up. I see her face change. I see her warmth for me disappear behind her pretty face and turn cold and hard. Her eyes turn down ward and then they shut tight for a few moments, and before I can tighten my grip on her wrist, she pulls away from my arms.

She jumps up and rushing gathers her clothes in her hands and asks, “Where’s the shower?” I point to the far end of the loft. She stays in the bathroom for fifteen minutes and then she returns fully dressed.

“Are you going to eat something?”

“No,” she says and she walks to the sofa and sits looking behind her away from me and gathers her purse in her hand. The incessant noise of her phone ringing and ringing disturbs her. She reaches in her purse and turns it off. I dress in my dark suit and stand in front of her holding out my hand. She doesn’t take it.

“Why are you being so difficult Lilly? Don’t you see this can’t happen between us?”

“But it has happened and nothing you say or do can undo this feeling I have for you and the one you are trying to deny for me. Remember I felt you. A woman knows when a man desires her and no amount of you saying that I have a husband, such as he is, will erase this feeling you have for me.”

“You know your husband will want to know where you’ve been. It’s nine o’clock.”

“Tell him we were shopping. It’s the truth isn’t it?” I glance at her. If you’re so big at telling the truth, then tell him you took his wife to bed because he didn’t want to. Tell him it was only going to be this one time. See if he believes you. You don’t even believe you.”

“You promised me that it would be this once. Today. Not tomorrow, not ever again,” I say to her. My heart isn’t in this.

“If that’s the way you want it, then let’s go.” She slings her purse over her shoulder. “You have made your decision. I can’t make you do or feel something that you don’t.”

“You don’t understand, Lilly.”

“I understand perfectly.”

We walk to the car without Lilly talking to me. I try to get near her but she jerks away from me. We arrive at the mansion without Lilly saying another word to me.

When we enter the front door, Randall is standing in the hall. Lilly passes him with me behind her. He watches at us and then he sees all the boxes in my hand. I carry them into the living room, he gives a satisfactory grin to me. He doesn’t question Lilly in front of me. She stands at the stairs after I drop the boxes under the staircase. She glances over at Randall and then to me, “I’m going to bed,” she announces, and then she saunters up to her room.

I watch as Randall walks up the stairs behind Lilly, catching up with her, and stopping her by reaching for her arm before she enters her room. Then he glances down at me and kisses Lilly on her cheek. Was he doing this for my benefit? And if so why did he go out of his way to be affectionate to her in front of me.

I walk through the kitchen and to my room outside in the guest cottage and lay in bed. I feel uneasy and get up and look up at Lilly’s window. I see her standing in the open window and staring down at me watching her. She’s wearing a see through gown and I get hard watching her and I try to get some sleep.

I don’t know what to say or do about her. I hope this job is over soon so I can resume my once quiet life. No complications and no woman I care about to complicate it further. But who am I kidding, I don’t want to walk away from her and leave her to that man. I don’t want to face it that I’m captivated with her, and I can’t let her go.

She’s married to Randall Seaborne, and I have no rights on her. There is no way Randall will let her go if she wants to leave him. Lilly is a big influence on his political future. I hear what he really wants is to run for United States senator. If this rumor is true, he won’t let her go anytime soon or ever.

So why would I invest my life into a woman I can never have? 

The End of Chapter 2
Only Tomorrow Part 2

“O
h you again.” Olivia glances up at me. Her voice distant, but her body betrays her words.

“Yes it’s me,” I say feeling awkward standing ready to beg her and fall to my knees. “I came back to tell you that I’m getting a divorce, and then I’m getting married.”

“And who will it be this time?” she says dryly. Olivia drives me crazy the way she’s treating me.

“I’m marrying you smart mouth. I don’t know why, maybe it’s the way that pouty little mouth of yours fit me like a glove.” Her eyes drop below my waist and she gets the picture.

T
he surprise on my face hid my true feelings about Olivia and her revelation about being pregnant. My shock caused me to admit to Olivia that I was indeed married and had been for some time. I left out the part where my marriage to Marisa wasn’t a real marriage.

Marisa and I got drunk, totally wasted one night, flew to Las Vegas on my father’s company jet, married in a little chapel on the strip, and woke up the next morning in the bridal suite at the Hard Rock Hotel with a headache and all our clothes on. We never consummated the marriage.

We were friends in college and we knew then that we both made a mistake. I wanted something different and she wanted, well, she never did tell me.

Since I traveled for my father’s company all the time, and she could enjoy the privilege of being Mrs. Chance Gold with the mansion, cars, a generous allowance, she never bothered to get a divorce, and I never bothered to get the marriage annulled. I grew up and woke up and I had been married in name only for eight years.

When I met women I was interested in they claimed that they loved me. Not sure of what I wanted from a woman, I just mention that I was married, and that took care of that. They were gone in a heartbeat, which appeared to work out great, until I met Olivia.

Now I know who I want and what I want and I can’t have her because of the marriage situation and, I don’t want to give away half of my father and grandfather’s company to Marisa for a divorce. 

Realizing that Marisa and I would never have a future and children, I asked her to give me a divorce last year, but she wouldn’t agree to the terms. She had become used to the expensive homes and cars and trips to Europe. She insisted that we could make it work. I lived in Alaska, and she took residence in Seattle, and the only time we would see each other is maybe an occasional lunch or dinner date, when I’m in town, or before I have to travel on business to California and Texas.

We came to an understanding, we would remain married and I would take care of her and she wouldn’t get half of my fortune. And if anyone wanted to get married, then we would get a divorce but until then, she would remain as Mrs. Chance Gold, and we would be free to date and I would devote myself to what I do best—making money and running my pipeline business.

I try comforting Olivia but she’s cold and aloof with me, and she doesn’t want anything to do with me.

Later that evening after telling Olivia about Marisa, I called Jackson. “Where the hell are you Jack?”

“Why, I’m lying in bed with a girl and you should be doing the same.” I hear moans and groans and a woman laughing and squealing, “Stop it Jack. You are so naughty.” Some more moans and a few “please, please, don’t, not now.” He has his speaker on loud and I can hear him ripping off her panties and a sucking sound. She’s moaning and saying, “Do you do this with all the girls?”

“Jack are you listening to me? I hate to interrupt your little fun night but I have a problem. And this is important.”

“Not as important as this.” There is more slurping and sucking sounds and heavy breathing.

“Jack. What the hell. If you want to have sex then why do you bring a phone to bed with you?” I can’t take it. Jackson is ravaging a woman and I can’t get mine to talk to me.

“What is it?” he says his voice isn’t hiding his annoyance. “You can’t get it up since you’ve been in love with your hand? What’s the matter, Chance, you can’t get a hard on?”

“Cut the crap, Jackson. I have a big problem.”

“Olivia...” He cuts me off.

“Oh yeah, how is that going?” Finally I have his attention.

“That’s what I called you about. It’s not going well with Olivia.”

“What, she can’t cook and she’s a messy house keeper?” I don’t have his attention because I hear him kissing and moaning again.

“She can cook and clean.” I shout. “She’s leaving me.” My voice is desperate and Jackson doesn’t understand what my problem is.

“That doesn’t warrant a call like this in the middle of the night. I can’t see where there is a problem. You’re so self-absorbed. I’d leave you too if I wasn’t your brother.” I didn’t need Jack to tell me what a narcissist I am. I understand that now. I’m trying to change with Olivia before I regret having lost her.

“We had sex and I like her she is what I want, and I fell in love.”

“You. No. I don’t believe you. You, fall in love. You, who has a wife as an excuse to keep you from being with a woman you might care about.”

“Will you stop and listen to me. I’m in love with Olivia.”

“Olivia the maid? Carrie’s friend?” He’s listening now, and he’s completely floored.

“She’s black you know. You don’t even like white girls and you are telling me that you went and let your guard down with a black woman. I don’t believe it. I hear they have fantastic bodies.” Now I want to punch Jack. “I saw it coming, Chance. You haven’t had a woman in weeks, maybe months, and the first woman you get near, you smell her, and you are all in there. Maybe it’s not love, maybe it’s your body telling you that you need to fuck something. I could send you a blowup doll.”

“If you don’t shut up and take this serious I’ll...” My voice is loud and harsh.

“You have got it bad. Now you’re threatening your big brother over a woman. First time for everything, I guess. Now what’s the problem?”

“She says she might be pregnant. And she doesn’t want to marry me even if I were single.”

“Then what is the problem. I thought that was what you wanted.”

“I thought so too but it’s not. I’m thirty years old and I’ve been married since I was twenty-two and it’s like I never was with a woman and wanted a woman the way I want Olivia. I’m changing. I’m tired of this life. I’m tired of being in the company of men all the time. I want to be like you.”

“Well the only thing I can say is sell the company and pay off Marisa and start all over with Olivia. But knowing you and how you like money. It’s cheaper to keep Marisa.”

“I wish it were that easy.”

“It can be if you don’t mind losing some of your money for the woman you love. I would buy you out but I’m having a great time with Carrie, and we’re getting pretty serious. I don’t want to trade sleeping with her to be in that wilderness with a bunch of men. All I can say is think about it. You will come up with something. You always do.” Then I hear the woman he calls Carrie laughing again and telling Jackson to come to bed.

He left his cell phone on instead of shutting it off, and in the background he’s grunting and moaning again, “Don’t Carrie, Don’t. You see what you’ve done to me. You’re making me come again. This time you’ll have to swallow it.” Jackson says breaking out in laughter.

I couldn’t take anymore and I hit the button. I look down and I see that all the sexy talk and my ease dropping in on Jackson’s intimate moments, has me rock hard. I’ve decided to explain to Olivia why I didn’t tell her I’m married.

J
umping out of bed to make one last plea, I hurry to Olivia’s room. I knock on the door and there’s no answer. Then I open the door and she’s walking from the shower. She’s standing there gazing at me with those big brown eyes. “What are you doing in my room?”

“The last time I checked this was my house.” My voice is soft but she didn’t like my answer. All I can see is her body. I don’t look at her face. She has a towel around her and my eyes traveled down the towel, catching a glimpse of the opening in the towel, my eyes widen, and focus on her dark hairy mound. My throbbing cock craves her.

“You know what I mean, Chance. As long as I’m employed, this is my room.”