Forbidden With Me - Leigh Lennon Page 0,26
fucking crazy, wonderful, and beautiful day spent in her presence. I’d often wondered if I’d see her again. The letters stopped two years ago—after she showed up on my doorstep, but it never prevented me from asking Jules about her. Or digging on my own.
Vanessa isn’t wrong. My house has Malia written all over it. I didn’t frame all the pictures she’d drawn for me over the years, but the one of the cat is on the end table next to the bed in the guest room, and I have several displayed on various walls throughout my home.
She drew a watercolor of the Seattle Space Needle that sits over my desk in my office. The one of the barn on her aunt’s property is on the wall above my bookshelf in my living room. She also drew a spoon, fork, and knife that I’ve appropriately hung in my kitchen, and a rooster, which matches my dark kitchen table, hanging near it.
But the painting, the one I knew would be the center of my life, the one that kept me grounded and made me understand she was going to be okay, was a picture of her painting at her easel. It represents everything that she has lived to do, including her passion.
In the thoughts that swirl around my foggy head, of the day I spent with this amazing and wonderful girl, I find peace as I stretch out on the couch, and before I know it, I’m asleep.
The sun drifts in the slats in the blinds, and as I make sense of my surroundings, I reach for my phone and attempt to piece together how I slept on my couch last night. But my smile as I wake can’t be denied. I spent the whole day with Malia. Should one girl evoke this much desire from my body? I call her a girl, and though she’s twenty, she’s so young. The trauma she’s suffered would have stopped most from living but not my girl.
Did I just call her mine? She’s not, she can’t be—ever. Right? Yes, that’s right, or at least it’s what my mind tells me. My cock, on the other hand, not so much.
My phone rings, and I see Higgie’s name appear on my screen. “Coming into work today?” he asks, his pitch a little bit of the ha ha demeanor this kid sports.
“Yeah, I crashed last night.” I’m stretching when he cackles, and an out-and-out ear-piercing screech hurts my head.
“I guess I would, too, if the object of my affection came back into my life, old man.”
He ribbed me just as I did to him. Calling him Higgie or kid, normally had him using old man on me as much as he could.
“You know nothing, young protégé’ of mine.”
He laughs again. “Keep telling yourself that. But I’d hurry because your ex is on the warpath. I’m positive she sees the same affection toward Malia as I do.”
“Again, you’re delusional,” I say when the doorbell rings. I open it up, the phone cradled near my ear and shoulder. Malia stands in front of me with groceries in her arms and in this unexpected but wanted surprise, I forget I’m on the phone with Higgins.
“I come bearing gifts.” She walks in, calling behind me, “I’m making you the best breakfast known to mankind.”
I turn around, watching her fine ass when Higgins’ voice is louder than before as I remember I’m on the phone with him. “Yo, Shanahan, where the hell did you go?” he asks.
Without taking my eyes off Malia, I reply, “Hey, I need you to cover for me with Vanessa for just a little bit longer.” I end the call, not wanting to hear his reply.
“What are you doing here?” I ask as she makes herself cozy in my kitchen.
“Yeah, I figured you were a complete bachelor when it came to food, so I’m here to send you off to work with a healthy and comforting morning delight.”
She looks up, and her eyes stop on my shirtless body. I must have ridded myself of it in the middle of the night. “Go shower, and when you’re done, I’ll have breakfast ready for you.”
I’m staring at her again as she’s making herself cozy in my house. “Are you going to gape at me all morning, or are you going to clean up? This breakfast is not good if it’s cold, so hurry up, mister.”
“Are you always this bossy?”
She’s bending over a cabinet, and her ass, which is in another