Bound to Him (Story 2)✔

~Chapter 23~

~Caroline~

"I haven't seen you wear a pair of those in awhile." Sol was sitting at the end of our bed the next day, watching me adjust my nylons and if I wasn't mistaken, was about to start drooling and panting like a dog. He was referring to my Jimmy Choo pumps that I'd pulled out of the closet, collecting dust behind my 'mom shoes'-aka-flip flops.

"Why aren't you at work yet, Mr. Specter?" The chastised look I shot him was playful. He had a cup of coffee in his hand and his hair was just barely dry from the shower we had taken together. A rather long one, that had steamed up the entire bathroom in more ways than one. I supposed it was a good thing he was the boss and was aloud to be late sometimes. 

"Because you've kept me in this bed all morning." I so had and would do it again tomorrow morning if I wanted to. I switched to the other,  propping my heel up on the stool to my vanity just as he rose and came over to me. The air always became so hard to breath when he was close and the room felt too small all of a sudden. I wasn't complaining. The smell of his cologne was strong and potent but nevertheless pleasant. "And if you don't pull that skirt into place, we might be here for another hour," He threatened, as his hand with the shiny Rolex went up the inside of my thigh. I would also miss my lunch date with Abby, which I was looking forward to. 

Before it reached a place that would surely seal the deal, I stood on two feet again. "Simmer down." The kiss we shared then was torrid but I managed to get out of his grasp. He left the room before I did when Lydia's coos came over the monitor. As I added a few pieces of jewelry, I thought about the night before. The fresh but few marks on my body would be a pleasant reminder of the night my husband and I had shared. Really, I still didn't know what I thought about this new part of him that I was discovering but I was willing to hang on the entire ride. 

When I made it downstairs, Sol and Thomas were standing in the living room and I could hear Gwen downstairs, vacuuming. I remembered then when we had first hired her and she had demanded what was in the basement. The older woman hadn't so much as blinked wrong when she first seen the playroom. I don't ask questions, Mrs. Specter. I'm just here to do my job, is what she had said about it and that had been the end of it. 

I was going to continue on to the kitchen for tea when I noticed the looks on both men's faces as they spoke quietly together. "Is everything alright?" I asked, going into the room. Sol was holding Lydia and I could almost put money on it that she would forever be so small against him. After a few moments passed, Thomas walked past me and then out of the house. 

"Thomas has to leave for a couple of days. Family emergency." Sol explained before I could ask the question again. Part of me was worried for him but the other was glad that I wouldn't have to be followed around for a few days like a child. "Could you pick Chris up from Boy Scouts?" He asked me as I took our daughter from him. 

"Of course." 

On his way out the door, Sol kissed me and told me to call him if anything happened. I wasn't too far behind him after that. Gwen was keeping Lydia while I went to meet Abby. This is what I needed; girl time and space. 

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"You look really great." Abby may as well have been talking to herself. Thirty minutes later we sat at a small window table in a laid-back Italian restaurant. She still had her shoulder length, crow colored hair that she had changed after her first nightmare with Mitchell Larson, and beautiful olive eyes. She was beaming and it probably had everything to do with the new ring on her left finger. It reminded me of Olivia and the planning she was doing with her own upcoming wedding. 

"Oh, thanks. I don't feel too great sometimes though." I responded as we got more settled into our seats. Just like that, her smile fell and she looked over at me with pity. Silently, I cursed myself for ruining this before we even fucking ordered food.