As long as you like

10

Minnie stayed with me for hours. We watched shows we watched when we were teenagers and ate chocolate chips out of the bag. I cried a few more times about Dean and Mrs. Dean. As I lay my head on Minnies lap, something struck me. If Dean could keep this secret from me, what else has he kept secret from me?

We're all human. We all have secrets. But I am NOT in the business of sleeping with married men.

"Mins?" I called out in a timid voice. Her responding 'Hmm?' gave me the go ahead to continue. "Do you think I'm stupid?"

Minnie sat up straight. "You are not stupid. He's stupid. If he had a wife this whole time, he should've left you alone. But, Bells..." she trailed off a moment. "I really think there's something you're missing here. It just doesn't make sense."

"You're telling me." I scoffed. "So let's say I am missing something and he's not married. That still wouldn't explain why a woman would answer his phone." I wiped a stray tear from my cheek. "I feel like he's using me, Mins. It sucks. I like him so much."

Minnie gave me a sympathetic look and rubbed my back. "I think you should talk to him, Bells. Hear what he has to say at least. Unblock his number." I shook my head. A part of me didn't want to know if I was right or wrong.

Later in the night, Minnie had to go home. She gave me a tight hug at the door and told me to let her know if anything happens. My heart felt heavier after she left. Being alone is not what I wanted. What I wanted was Dean. I laid flat on my back on the couch. I starred at the ceiling in silence for what felt like hours.

Thoughts kept racing around my head. The sound of that woman's voice, the sinking feeling in my chest when I heard her instead of Dean. Had Dean tried contacting me? Does he know that I called in the first place? I drew my phone out of my pocket.

I opened the blocked contacts tab and found Deans information. My thumb hovered over it for a moment. I clicked on the contact. Before I could decide to unblock him or not, there was a loud knock at my door. I stood slowly and peaked through the doors peep hole.

My heart jumped. It was Dean.

"Arabella?" His voice was anxious and...mad? "Arabella, please talk to me."

My hand was shaking as it reached toward the lock. I twisted it and opened the door slowly. I kept my head down to keep him from seeing my tear stained face. Without saying a word, I turned and sat on the couch, leaning against the arm rest.

Dean closed the door behind him and stood in front of me. "Arabella." My name sounded so soft coming from his lips, but I dared not look up. "Arabella, what happened? I didn't hear from you for hours!"

I sniffled. "I'm sure you weren't lonely." I don't know why, but I decided to look up at him just then. As soon as I met his gaze, tears spilled out of my eyes.

Dean knelt down to meet me at eye level. "Arabella," his voice was laced with seriousness. "I don't know what you're talking about. I was at the clients house all day painting! I was away from my phone for 3 hours. I left it in the kitchen! When I came back to it and tried calling you, I always got a busy signal."

He reached to wipe a tear from my face, but I dodged his touch. Even though I desperately wanted him to hold me. "Who was that woman?" I demanded.

"What woman?" He started to sound aggravated.

"The woman who answered your phone when I called you to say thank you for the food!" My voice cracked. I felt so small, but I had to know if he was lying to me.

Deans head dropped. He heaved a sigh and looked up at me again. "That's what this is about?" He sounded hurt. "That was the client. She thought my phone was hers and answered the call." My heart both leaped and sank. "She told me she accidentally answered one of my calls but I thought it was my dad or something and figured I'd call back later."

"I-I thought that..." I buried my face in my hands. If I felt small before, I was feeling microscopic now. I felt Deans strong arms wrap around me. He gently moved my hands away from my face and held me softly on either sides of my face.

"Arabella, you are the only woman I'm interested in." His thumb brushed away a tear rolling down my cheek. "You are so funny, so beautiful. And much to smart to jump to conclusions. I could see how that could look on your end. But next time we're in this kind of situation, please let us try to work it out before throwing in the towel."

I nodded. Still not fully able to look him in the eyes, I glanced at his chest. He was breathing heavily. "Are you angry with me?"

He sighed again. "A little." He stated honestly. "I wish you wouldn't assume that I'm seeing someone else. Do you think I would do that to you?" His voice had genuine hurt in it.

"I don't think that, Dean. It's just..." For some reason, I couldn't voice the feelings I had. "I guess I just wasn't expecting it after the night we had." He nodded.

"Well, I'd like it if we can move past this." I finally looked him in the eyes. His blue eyes streaming with sincerity and anxiety. "You are the loveliest creature I've ever come across. I want to keep you...for as long as you like."

I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. Before I could control myself, I kissed Dean. I kissed him and felt like the room was spinning. Feeling his lips brush against mine in response was the validation I needed.

My phone lit up with an email notification that I couldn't have cared less about. But I noticed the time. 2:37 A.M. "Oh my god! I didn't realize how late it is! Don't you have to work in the morning?"

A smirk spread across those tempting lips. "Do over day off. They owed me for today." He sat down next to me on the couch and threw his arm over me.

Leaning into him, our lips met again. The soft, sweet kisses slowly heating up. My hand rested on the side of his neck as I bit his bottom lip and gently tugged. His hand gripped my waist as he kissed me still. His lips were separated for a moment, and I took the opportunity to brush my tongue against his.

His strong hands pulled me over onto his lap. As we kissed, I felt his hand slide up the back of my thigh. His fingertips just underneath the leg of my pajama shorts. I could feel his dick getting hard against my thigh. I don't know what came over me, but feeling how hard he was got me so excited that I started moving my hips back and forth on his lap.