Forever Mine (Providence Series Book 1) (29 page)

“Really Maya? That fucking hurt,” he whined rubbing his forehead. I couldn’t help it, the laughter just burst out of me and once I started everyone else joined in. “Fuck you guys!” He grumbled as he got up and walked away.

As the laughter finally died down, an arm went around my waist.

“Can we talk baby?”
 
Turning slowly I nodded.

Taking a deep breath, he said, “I cannot apologize enough for what happened. I swear I didn’t touch her,” he leaned over and grabbed my hand, refusing to let it go when I gave it a tug. “I swear on everything I hold dear I didn’t, and I didn’t kiss her either. She put her mouth on mine; I wouldn’t do that to you. I do trust you; I’ve always trusted you, but…,” he ran his hands through his hair making me realize how much I missed doing that. “I saw the photo and the name and jumped to the wrong conclusions, and for that, I’m so sorry baby.

“Brett told me to take a couple of days to think shit over, but I should have spoken to you. Maya, I love you so goddamn much, more than I ever believed was possible, and that’s no lie. I fucked up, but not in the way that the psychotwunt made out, I swear. Give me a chance to make it up to you, please?”

I sat back and mulled over it all trying to figure out if I believed him or not. It was all just so petty and what with all of the accidents at work and the near accident in Florida I had a full plate of drama and stress; did I want to add to it?
 

“Okay!”

Ren stood up and leaned over me kissing me on the forehead, then the tip of my nose and then gently on my lips. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.”

It wasn’t the end of the shit storm, but, at least, it was the beginning of the end of it; I hope.

Ren

This afternoon when Cole came home, although, I was relieved that he’d spoken to Maya, I was pissed off at what had happened while she was away.

“Why the fuck would someone try to run her over?” I ranted, pacing back and forth in front of him. I was staying at Tom’s while the crew finished off my place because they were using chemicals that caused migraines and there was dust and shit everywhere. So, at that moment, I was pacing in front of his couch which was this big black and red monstrosity while Cole and Mace sat back watching me. “And she let you hold her?”

“It was the a moment that I will always cherish,” Cole said in what I assumed was meant to be a British accent. “Her beautiful breasts crushed up against my chest; her bouncy ass pressed against my d…” He never got to finish because I was in the air diving at him as he did a girly scream. I took us over the back of the couch, doing the thing a favor by breaking the back off of it, and put the soon to be dead ass cactus in a headlock that left him gasping for breath.
 

Mace remained sitting in the easy chair he’d commandeered when they arrived watching us with a bored expression on his face.

“I…can’t…help that…I’m so s…” Cole croaked as I tightened up my arms around his neck.
 
In a total bitch move, he rammed his fist into the center of my stomach making me lose my grip and curl into a little ball while I tried to get air into my lungs.
 

Standing up Cole looked at the damage to Tom’s couch and made a gasping sound as he tried to catch his breath. “Ohhhh you in deep shit, Tom’s gonna kick your ass.”

The last noise I heard was Mace’s sigh as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, I would have done the same, but I was already airborne with my hands reaching for Cole’s throat again.

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I had been worried all last night that Maya wouldn’t give me the time of day to explain myself when we arrived at the club. Mom told me that I should tell her the truth and that I trusted her and would prove that she could trust me. I hadn’t been expecting the reaming that I got from Ethan after I’d spoken to her, but it made sense as he knew how much it hurt to lose the person who held your heart more than anyone. Poor bastard!

We’d made sure that all of them had got home safely, and I’d got to give a very drunk Maya a kiss goodnight. I didn’t even react to Cole’s, “Pussy!” as I walked through the door of Tom’s house. It was fair to say I had regained my woosah.

Going over to my parents home I walked in on what looked like a freaking family gathering. Brett was sitting at the table along with my grandparents, my parents and Captain skinny dick.
 

“So Ren my boy, I heard you done fucked up with the beautiful Maya,” Gramps sounded from his corner of the table as he stuffed a biscuit into his mouth. “In my day…” all our eyes glazed over, including Grams. Looking up at Cole, I had no doubt that he was probably thinking about his latest Harlequin romance because he had this small smile on his face as he looked down at his crotch.
 
The last time he did that we figured perhaps he’d finally hit puberty, but, this time, I knew what he was up to. Dropping my fork on the floor, I slipped under the table, grabbed the book from his hand and got back out again before running away from him.
 

“Oh, Jason she gasped as he lifted her skirts with his hands and…”

An hour later, drenched and muddy, Cole and I made our way back to our homes to have another shower; on top of the one Mom had given us with the hose as we were rolling around in the dirt trying to get each other into a headlock. She’d kept it on us even longer when she discovered that Cole had stolen her new book and highlighted it before she could read it.
 

I’d jumped away from it and yelled for Dash to come and entertain his loving Uncle. “Oh my God, he’s biting my nipple,” and “Why does he always go for the arm?” Cole whined. He finished begging Mom to aim the water all over him to wash away the shame as he curled up into a little ball and shook.

“Fucker!” Cole grumbled as he moved past. “I hadn’t even finished it. At least, I’ve got it on my kindle.”

Closing Tom’s front door behind me and leaving Dash outside to lie in the sunshine, I removed the device that I’d stolen ten minutes after I arrived this morning and put it in Dash’s bed. Heading to the shower, I pictured Cole crawling along the floor looking for his Kindle. Sometimes, life was fucking awesome.

May
a

Tony and I spent the day catching up on laundry and chores and getting over the raging hangover that we both had. I didn’t even have the strength by lunchtime to pick up my laptop and look through the two designs that I’d planned to work on today.
 

“So, what did hot naughty hottie have to say?” I knew that Tony had been itching to ask all day about what Ren had said, so the fact he’d lasted until now was impressive.

Hearing Tony sigh from beside me, I turned to look at him. From the expression on his face, I just knew he wasn’t going to give in, so I repeated it all. I’d expected him to react and either say Ren was full of shit or to ask what I was going to do; instead, he started fanning himself.
 
“Well, fuck me. Disney got it all wrong,” he said and walked away leaving me confused as hell.

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The next day at work was insane. I’d spent the rest of my Sunday talking to my parents and FaceTiming with the girls with Tony joining in on the conversations. I hadn’t told them what had happened, so the conversation had mainly consisted of us all laughing at Tony’s antics.

At eleven, we left to check out the renovations on Ren’s property and afterward we were going to visit another site that work was being carried out on. Because of all of the accidents that were happening on our sites at the moment, we were reminding our workers to exercise due diligence on health and safety.
 

So far on one of the sites, six of the metal scaffolding poles had been cut through, so that it was just a matter of time until they had buckled and whoever was on it plummeted to the ground. A couple of the machines power cables also came back faulty, and the most recent site sixteen wooden beams had been cut so that the first time any weight was put on them they would have snapped.
 

Now when I visited a site, I was to make sure I had a hard hat on and to look at what we were using on the site checking to make sure it wasn’t worn or damaged. The inspector leading the investigation said he felt that the damage was deliberate and that had led to a huge discussion this morning about what enemies we had, all of which were being looked into by the police.

“Holy shit My, this looks beautiful,” Tony whispered turning in circles and looking at the area around us. They had put the finish on the wood and were done with the decorating and fixtures, so now it was just a matter of putting in the furnishings and soft furnishings.
 
Leading him into the new kitchen, Tony gasped and grabbed the wall beside him, “Have mercy! This is the kitchen from heaven; I don’t even cook, but I want this kitchen.”

As we came out of the kitchen, we heard footsteps walking across the hall above us. “Hello?” I shouted listening as the footsteps got the last set of stairs and making my way towards it, assuming it was one of the workers although they should have been at lunch.

Tony and I looked at each other in confusion as bare legs came into sight. Francheska appeared looking like she’d been ridden dry and put away wet wearing a black shirt like Ren had been wearing on Saturday night.
 
She yawned smirked sticking her chest out, “Excuse me, you’ll have to leave.”

I remembered that Ren was staying in one of the other houses because the materials we were using tended to give people migraines.
 
He’d told me yesterday that he and Cole owed whoever’s house it was a new couch as the other one had met an untimely death, whatever that meant. So why would he sleep here with her?
 
It just didn’t add up.
 

“Did you hear me?” She put her hands on her hips, moving the shirt that had hardly covered much before up about three inches; flashing her naked hoohah at Tony and me.

“Oh, sweet baby Jesus and doggy style Mary, what the hell is that? Her sausage wallet looks more like one of those dogs with the saggy ears My. Oh God, why am I still seeing it? Make it stop,” Tony whined in between gags and rubbing his eyes.
 
I’ll admit, not that I was an expert, but if that’s what overuse did to you, then it would put you off sex for life.

The front door banged open, and Ren and Cole walked in laughing and talking about something.
 
“I gotta admit, she’s done a good job in here man,” Cole said. “If this is what her work’s like, I can’t wait to see…oh my God what the fuck is that?” He yelled from behind us.

“What the shit?” Ren walked up behind me. “Why are you wearing my shirt? And for fucks sake pull it down, that shit is not okay!”

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Tony mumbled from beside me and took off in the direction of the new downstairs toilet that I’d just finished showing him.

“Hey baby,” the bitch with the Beagle eared twat in front of me cooed. “I was so tired after last night that I’ve just gotten up.”

Ren flinched as if he’d been slapped. “What?”

Cole burst out laughing and bent over holding his side.

“As if! If you were telling the truth, you’d know that Ren wasn’t even living in this house at the moment. He doesn’t even have a bed in his bedroom.” Cole paused, as always adding a bit more dramatic effect to the situation, like this needed any. “And guess what?” He was getting way too much of a kick out of this, but I was perversely enjoying the show. “You went home with Biggus Dickus last night didn’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Francheska was looking around her now and slowly stepping towards Ren, who was still standing looking at her in horror.

“I swear Maya…”

“So Francheska, seeing as you got dick from Dick last night, wanna tell us what the hell you’re doing in my brother’s home?” Most of the time Cole had a goofy grin on his face or found humor in the most inappropriate moments, but right now he was far from his usual self.

“Save it,” Ren had finally unstuck from his stupor. “Get the fuck out of my home!”

At that moment, Tony walked back through looking through his man bag to find something and jumped as he heard Ren’s anger.
 
“Oh fuck this, if you ever want to say adios to Felicia you need a gay guy!”
 

He stormed up to Francheska, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to the front door pushing her out and right into the arms of Collette; leaving him with a handful of cheap clip in extensions.
 

“What on earth?” Collette asked looking past the twat in her arms at us all standing there mouths open.

“Long story, Mom,” Cole said laughing as Collette slammed the door in her face.
 

“Who’s Felicia by the way?”

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The next day Tony and I were walking back from the Deli when we bumped into Richard the Dick. I hated being so nasty about people, but even I had to admit that I was starting to understand where he got his nickname from.
 

“If it isn’t the most beautiful girl in the world,” he licked his lip looking me over and proving that I was right and making Tony cringe. No girl likes to feel like a piece of meat, or that the douchebag of the century was picturing her naked, it’s just wrong.