Destined For Them (Story 3)✔

~9~

~Caroline~

"You're supposed to be telling me about yesterday, remember? It's only fair." I reminded Sol...a very distracted Sol. He'd heard all about my day in a meltdown after I'd had to suffer the wrath of his leather belt-which I still thought had been so unfair.

"And I will, but can't you see I'm busy?" Oh yea, he was real busy. He'd sat slouched in a chair that occupied our walk-in closet this morning, dress shirt unbuttoned, and had watched me slip into the lace lingerie set that had been bought yesterday on my outing with Lydia. I'd let him watch, practically bribing him into telling me about yesterday. But I knew as soon as his jaw slid to the side and his eyes darkened a shade that he was taking it as a seduction. Damn it, it wasn't.

I hadn't been able to escape when he pulled me across the closet. Now, his mouth teased my naked belly where I hoped a baby would be growing soon as I stood between his legs. I glared down at the top of his crown, "Focus baby, please." I dug my nails into his shoulders with frustration as he slipped his fingers beneath the flimsy lace of my bra and brushed over one taut nipple. We had all the time in the world for this and I was anxious to know about fucking yesterday.

"I am focused." He assured me before his mouth surrendered to my other breast. My head tilted back and I almost gave into the way his tongue and lips handled me skillfully, wetting the material of my bra. Damn him! I needed to get control of the situation, before I fell under a spell. With fingers that were free, he curled them around the top of my panties.

I pulled out of his grasp then and he growled at me. "No. Put some ice on it, pervert. I'm not gonna let you distract me." I crossed my arms and put some space between us. Through his scowl, his eyes sparkled deviously. Christ, I'd let him do whatever he wanted if he just told me what he had promised he would. 

"Have I ever mentioned how tenacious you are?" Sol crossed his arms then and it wasn't too often that he pouted. Right back at you, I wanted to say but bit my tongue. I already knew too much and he knew that. What harm would filling me in the rest of the way do? "You already know that Lenny followed them after the exchange was made and you already know what happened to Lyza Foster. Well..." 

He started to tell his story and I listened closely: 

~Sol~

Gucci loafer's weren't the best choice in shoes when hiking through the woods three miles and I came to the realization that Lenny Baker was a bit dramatic. I hadn't been expecting it as we had driven a few hours outside of the city to the god damn middle of nowhere. A warning to dress to the occasion would have been nice and it didn't help that I was already in a fowl mood from Caroline lying to me. I didn't want to think about it, not now, as we had reached our destination; An old, forgotten and corrugated shack the size of my foyer that threatened to cave on the cracked, cement slab. 

Very fucking dramatic but necessary, considering. The wooden floor that at one point had held up nice long ago, creaked and groaned under each foot fall.  Support beams ahead sagged and I shot Lenny a scowl. Hopefully today wasn't the day the weathered building decided to give out. The stupid son of a bitch I had come up here for was sitting in the middle of the room, tied to a chair in a state much like the shacks. It was a scene right out of a mob movie. Except Richard Foster didn't owe me anything; he had taken something that meant everything to me. 

I wondered then, as I stopped several feet from him, how it had been for him to watch his wife die. Surely worse than it had been for me to watch my wife suffer while he'd had her baby. That was probably the entire reason we were here right now...because Caroline had suffered.