Did You Check the Children?

CHAPTER 4: A Love Affair

Bree Swift parks in front of the two-story house. She slams her head on her steering wheel.

"My life sucks." She moans. "My tennis career is over. I was counting on the money to ease my student debt."

She grabs her purse before heading up to the house. Her cellphone rings for the third time in fifteen minutes. It is Jerusha Abbott calling yet again. She declines it yet again.

"Hello, darling." The benevolent Martha Rikers says. She is wearing a sparkly black knee-length dress.

"You look lovely." Bree compliments.

"Thank you." Martha smiles, granting Bree access to her home. "My husband is in the shower. He will leave for the airport once he is done. Aiden keeps jumping on the furniture practicing something called parkour. Do not let him. Mira is moping in her room. She cannot find a date to the upcoming dance."

"I hear that. I remember when I was fourteen." Bree laughs. "My face was full of zits, and I was super pale and awkward."

"But you look so beautiful."

"Plenty of makeup and I hit puberty when I was eighteen."

"Well, see you Monday." She says, waving goodbye.

Bree closes the door behind her. "Aiden. Get down off the kitchen table, right this instant." She demands as the six-year-old leaps to the breakfast bar.

"I can't. The floor is lava. If I touch it, I die."

Bree walks over to him. "How come I am not dead?"

The boy sits, crossing his arms. "You are a ghost."

"Boo." She eerily says.

He turns his head away from her. "Not funny."

She grabs his arms. "Come on now. This is dangerous."

"I am fearless."

"Being fearless does not prevent you from getting hurt." She replies, picking him up and setting him down on the carpet.

He just sits there, pouting. "I am inkillable."

"Unkillable." She corrects. "Now stand up."

"No." He pouts.

Bree will just let him pout. She is going to see Thomas Rikers. Thomas is a very wealthy man. She just wishes he would tell his wife already. He is her ticket out of poverty. Her future is looking grim.

Bree Swift knocked on the open door of the dean. "You wanted to see me?" The girl who wore a pink tank top with roses all over and jeans asked.

"I want to talk about the incident today."

The bewildered Bree sat down. "But that is not a school affair."

He raised a brow. "Skipping class is not a school affair?"

She facepalmed herself. "I forgot I had Physics today." It was the same time as the tournament, but she hated it, so she forwent that class in favor of tennis.

"There was a big test that brought your grade from a C to an F. If you fail any of your finals, we will be expelling you as it is clear you do not want to be here."

She jumped up. "But I do!" She exclaimed. "I have just been busy with my tennis career."

"And how is that looking?" He questioned.

She sank into her chair. "I hit a slight roadblock."

She left her bookbag in the car. She will get it later. Bree must talk to Thomas before he leaves for his trip. Aiden climbs on the bar stool.

"Off!" Bree demands, walking up the stairs.

"But!" He wails. "I will become a ninja master."

"You will become dead if you continue to goof off like that." She glares over her shoulder. She should have just stayed at her dorm.

Mira starts blaring her heavy metal music from her bedroom. The whole house vibrates. Bree politely knocks on her door. The music gets louder, which the babysitter did not think was possible. Bree fiddles with the knob, but the door will not open. Bree bangs on it.

The music stops. "Go away!" Mira shouts, before the music resumes.

"Mira, turn down the music now." Bree says, barely able to hear her own voice.

Mira switches to an even louder song. Bree huffs before continuing down the hallway to the master bedroom. It is unprofessional to have sex with her clients' parent, but she is desperate. She will have Thomas Rikers.

She scowls at a picture hanging on the wall. It is a picture of Martha, Thomas, Mira, and Aiden in a park. Thomas said he loved Bree.

Bree wipes away her tears. The music continues to vibrate the whole house. Bree covers her ears and presses on. At the end of the hallway lies his bedroom. The thirty-nine-year-old has been married to his wife for twenty long years.

The door is locked, but Bree stands on her tiptoes and gets the key that is above the door. She unlocks it and enters, locking the door behind her. The music can still be heard clearly. Bree shakes her head in annoyance. Mira might be a problem tonight.

Bree removes her tank top over her head, dropping it on her bedroom floor. She unclips her blue bra. Better to get undressed now than to make it awkward in the bathroom. How can any man resist a naked girl? She shimmies out of her jeans. She removes her blue panties.

She grins as she slowly opens the door. Her face is hit with a gust of steam. "Honey?" Thomas Rikers calls out. "Tell Mira to turn off that racket."

"Already tried." The naked athletic girl says, her voice barely audible.

Thomas rubs the steam away on the glass shower door. "Bree. What are you doing?"

"I thought we could have some quick fun." She smirks, opening up the shower door.

"My kids are in the house." He grimaces.

"I locked the bedroom door." She replies, stepping in, closing the shower door behind her.

"We cannot do this here." His voice says one thing, but his body says another.

"But you promised we would be together." Bree sighs, running her fingers down his hairy, muscular chest.

He looks at her with loving eyes. "I know, but not yet."

"When?" Bree cries as the water drips down her arms. Thomas is blocking the ninety-nine percent of the water from hitting her. All she gets is the water that drips down his body.

"I love my wife."

Bree sighs. "Why are you with me then?"

"I love you as well." He says, grabbing her silky hands. He pulls her in tightly. His erection throbbing.

It wants her.

No.

It needs her.

She wraps her hand around his member. Thomas twitches at the unexpected touch. "Don't you have to watch my kids? I have to leave soon."

Thomas lets go of her. "Let me help you." She begs, slowly pumping his phallus.

He grunts and moans. The loud music, drowning him out, but not for Bree Swift. Thomas cups her left G-cup breast. "In due time." He whispers, lovingly into her ear.

She feels his hot breath on her neck. "I want it inside me." She begs, turning around. She places her hands on the wall, her ass out towards him.

He lightly squeezes her ass. The wet touch sent jolts of electricity through her. Thomas Rikers leans forward and whispers into her ear, "I have to get dressed." He turns off the showerhead.

Bree's body is hot with need. She straightens up. "Very well." She sighs.

She steps out, followed by her lover.