Rebel At Heart

Chapter 37: Holy Crap!

I push her off of me and onto the couch. Confusion skitters across her face.

"Blake?"

"What the hell, Boston?! You just walk out the damn door and leave a note behind thinking it'll be enough? Well it damn sure wasn't! Your sister is heartbroken that she couldn't find you to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"You'll see when we get back to Pennsylvania, Boston!"

"But I have a life here. I don't want to leave."

"You might want to. Tons of shit has happened since you left."

"Well it wasn't my fault! I was forced to leave! I couldn't stay with you when I was basically just your sex toy!"

"Dammit, you weren't! How long have you been off the map living across the f**king country?"

Her voice lowers.

"Six years."

"In those six years, guess how many girls I've fucked?"

Her voice raises again.

"Probably more than I can count!"

"None! I haven't screwed, dated, or done anything with sex or relating to it since the day you left me!"

Her face falls.

"Oh, Blake!"

She tries to pull me against her but I stand my ground.

"We aren't done talking yet."

I pull out my phone and call Chrystian.

"Meet me back at the hotel in an hour. I have someone you know."

I give the same message for Eric.

"You're taking me back to your hotel?"

"Yes. We're getting a cab now and we're going to talk about this until the guys arrive."

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"I'm sorry, Blake! We had sex every day! What else was I supposed to suspect? That you just really like being inside of me?"

"Well hell yeah I do! It's my second favorite place!"

"What's the first?"

"Anywhere I go with you! That's what!"

"You mean went?"

"No. I still love you, Boston. I never stopped loving you."

I can tell she's torn.

"I need time, Blake."

"You've had six damn years of stripping and screwing other guys!"

"I haven't had sex since I left you! We both have blue balls! Mine are make believe of course, but you get my point."

"But you shoved your pussy in my face yesterday."

"Because I wanted to get a better look at you. I also wanted to see your reaction!"

"Well I can't get that sight out of my head now. However, it did aid in a nice jack off yesterday."

She froze.

"You masturbated at the thought of Cocaine?"

I grab her, pulling her to me.

"No. I masturbated to the thought of Boston Copeland Richards' pussy. I had my suspicions that you were Cocaine but I had to be sure. Then when you kissed me, I knew it was you."

"Dammit, Blake!"

She collapses to her knees in defeat. I get down beside her.

"If you're still willing, I have something that belongs to you."

"You do?"

I nod, standing up to walk to my suitcase. I return and hand her the velvet box. She opens it and gasps.

"You kept it?"

"Of course."

"You had it with you?"

"It never leaves my side. It's my little piece of you."

Tears appear in her eyes.

"No crying, my love."

She nods, sliding the ring on her finger as the door to the hotel room opens.

"Stay here until I tell you to come out."

She nods and I greet the guys in the living room.

"What's this thing you had for us or whatever?"

"Come on out."

Cocaine walks straight out of my bedroom looking magnificent.

"You managed to get Cocaine to give us a private show?"

Her face twists to anger.

"Why the hell are you here?"

She points an accusing finger at Chrystian. Shit. He never apologized for the trouble he caused her.

"Calm down, babe. Introduce yourself first. The guys might not remember you."

She sighs.

"Alright. Hello, Eric. F**k you, Chrystian. I'm Boston."