INFLUENCED: A Good Girl, Bad Boy Love Story Page 20

  “Megan,” she began.

  “No mom, let me finish. I’m an adult. I’m finally happy and I want to be the leader of my own life. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but it is time for me to step out on my own two feet. I know I’ll make a great lawyer, I had two great teachers in you and dad. I know I can lead a prosperous life. I need you to allow me to be the adult you raised me to be.”

  When I finished, she seemed to think for a moment. She considered my words, took a sip of her wine, and stood from her stool. I swallowed as she came around the counter and arrived face to face with me.

  “Are you really happy? With Spencer?” She asked with a look of concern.

  “I am. I’m really happy. He makes me so happy.” It was impossible not to grin when thinking about the man that changed my life. The man that made me okay with being me and not force me into a cookie cutter the way my mom had.

  “I suppose that is what matters. I do want you happy and successful. If you’ve found that, I hope you can find it to forgive me for my wrongdoings.” Shock ran through my being, she’d ask me to forgive her, she was extending an olive branch.

  I nodded, with a smile. I wanted to be that girl, I wanted that stereotypical close relationship with my mom.

  “Of course, I’ve already done it. I just want to be happy.”

  She threw her arms around me, heaving--she was crying. Never in my days had I seen my mom cry. Never had she shown real vulnerability with me. She always told me that emotions were weakness, but there she was her definition of weak.

  “I’m sorry.” She lifted herself and looked at me, tears trickling down her face. “Look at me, a mess.”

  “Mom, it’s okay to be a mess sometimes.” I grabbed a napkin and handed it to her. She wiped her tears away and gave me a weak smile.

  The woman in front of me had shed her hard exterior for the first time and allowed herself to look human for a moment.

  “I know you think I don’t love you, but I do. It is true that I wasn’t going to keep you, but I’m more than glad I did. If I’d gone through with the abortion, I wouldn’t be the mother to a strong and beautiful young woman.” She took my hand into hers.

  “I couldn’t be that woman without a pillar of a mom. You taught me everything. You were a little too harsh sometimes and a bit of a bitch, but you did the best you could,” I acknowledged.

  She glanced around the large kitchen and stepped to the fridge. A Georgia Aquarium magnet held a photo of Spencer and I in our wetsuits on our first date. She ran her finger over the edge of the photo, observing Spencer and I grinning like fools after swimming with dolphins.

  My mom let out a chuckle. “I remember you were so in love with him as a teenager. I thought it was just a phase, who knew?”

  “Right? I still can’t believe it.”

  “I think he loves you, I see how he looks at you,” she grinned as she turned to me.

  “Yeah, I’m pretty sure he loves me too.”

  “Alright, I’m not a chef, but if you need any help, I will roll up my sleeves.”

  Everything had changed, this wasn’t what I expected. I hadn’t expected to be in my kitchen and cooking with my mom. I wondered why it couldn’t be like this earlier. I’d wanted to be the teenage girl getting mani pedis with my mom and shopping, but that hadn’t been us. Maybe, that was us now.

  My mom and I finished up and put the food on the table when dad and Spencer walked in laughing together. Spencer came to me right away and pulled me in close, planting a sweet kiss on my lips.

  “How are things in here?” he asked, giving my behind a swat. I bit my lip. My parents needed to hurry up and eat, I needed my man to myself.

  “Good, everything is on the table,” I told him as I leaned into the crook of his arm and glanced up into his blue eyes. I knew he was wondering about a verdict.

  “Derek, you wouldn’t believe that our Megan is quite the chef. I helped a little, but she made us a beautiful meal. I’m so proud of her,” Mom cooed as she linked her arm with dad’s.

  “Well, I’m ready to eat!” Dad proclaimed, rubbing his belly.

  “I’ll grab the drinks,” I announced.

  “And I’ve got the beer and meat,” Spencer added.

  We watched my parents head to the dining room. I grabbed the Sangria from the counter, but Spencer stopped me, pulling me close to him.

  “That was weird, your mom seemed almost--happy,” Spencer noted with intrigue.

  I looked up at him and grinned. I couldn’t hold in my joy. “We had a great talk and we’re in a great place. I like this version of my mom.”

  “I don’t know, I’m fucking skeptical.”

  “Spencer, she’s good with us and I think we can relax. I want to believe that things are good now,” I told him. “What did you and my dad talk about?”

  “He had some worries and I think I put his mind at ease. He wanted to know about you finishing school and making sure I was keeping you happy. I told him that school was a top priority and that my goal in life is to keep you happy. And keep you happy, I will.” Spencer bent to me, pecking my nose.

  “I love you,” I whispered.

  “Peaches, I’m always going to love you,” he declared.

  “Okay in there, lovebirds, I’m hungry!” My dad called from the dining room.

  “Let’s go,” I cheered.

  The drama was done and over. Our life was looking up. Spencer had influenced me to stand up to my mom and show her that she’d done a good job. I was ready for the next chapter, a better chapter.

  Chapter Twenty

  Spencer

  In all of my years on this Earth, I had never been as happy as I was walking into the firm on Monday morning. With Megan by my side, I was unstoppable. It also didn’t hurt that I started my work day with a hot make-out session in the unusually empty elevator.

  I smiled at my desk, thinking about the registered shock on her face when I lightly pushed her up against the back of the elevator wall.

  “Spence! What are you doing!”

  “Kissing my unbelievably hot girlfriend. That’s ‘what.’ Is that going to be a problem?” I asked, my lips leaving trails from her ear to her collarbone.

  “Yes--I mean, no--I mean. Spencer, We’re at work!” She moaned, my lips tying her pretty pink tongue into knots.

  “Thank you, Captain Obvious. I hadn’t guessed. But there’s no one in here, and it’s just us.”

  “C-camera’s,” she mumbled, her eyes closed.

  “I have it on good authority that they aren’t working right now.”

  She didn’t respond, only leaned into my seeking mouth, begging me to fuck her with my tongue.

  “You’re naughty, Peaches. I like it when you’re naughty,” I murmured into her ear before capturing her lips in mine.

  The elevator dinged, announcing our arrival to the floor, and I pushed off of her and turned around with a smirk. I could hear her ragged breathing behind me, and it only made my smile grow bigger. She loved what I had done, and one day, hopefully soon, I was going to bend her over my office desk and fuck the--

  Knock, Knock, Knock

  “Spencer!”

  I heard my dad and groaned as he interrupted my salacious thoughts.

  “Come in, Dad,” I answered, adjusting myself through my trousers, and thanking God for a desk separating us.

  “Good Morning, Spencer. I hope you had a pleasant weekend?” He asked, stepping in, leaving the door ajar. He was clearly fishing for information as he unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat across from me.

  I raised an eyebrow at him, “It was good, thanks, you?”

  “Fine, Fine,” he responded, waiving off the formalities. “Derek tells me they came to your new house for lunch?”

  “Is that a statement or a question, Dad?” I asked, my guard up for no apparent reason. Anytime I thought about Megan’s parents, my mind went on red alert.

  “Just a question, son. No reason to get defensive. I was hoping thing
s went well. It’s been a little awkward around here since Fourth of July. Wouldn’t you agree?”

  I couldn’t contain the audible sigh that escaped me. “Yeah. It has, but hopefully things will be better. Megan and Marian seem to be reconnecting, which I’m still suspicious of, but I’m trying to be the bigger man and let Megan do what she needs to heal with her mother. She doesn’t need me telling her what to do or not to do.”

  I looked up as my dad chuckled.

  “What?”

  “For thirty-one years old, you’re doing better than most men your age. Hell, you’re doing better than most men my age.”

  “I’m confused.”

  “Listen, son. You’re a good man. A strong man. And although we’ve had our differences, and you’ve been a royal pain in my ass up until recently, I am still so very proud of you. I can tell you love Megan, I mean hell, who wouldn’t? She’s intelligent, strong willed, a hard worker, not to mention she’s turned into a gorgeous young woman.”

  “Dad,” I growled, my warning making him chuckle again.

  “Easy, son, she’s a bit out of my age bracket, and I love your mother. But seriously, you’re doing a fine job, and I think she’s just what you need.”

  “Just what I need?”

  “You heard me, Spencer. She’s a good influence on you. Don’t muck this up,” he laughed, standing and refastening his jacket.

  “Dad?” I asked, as he started exiting my office.

  “Yes, Spencer?”

  “Was that all you needed?”

  I had a sneaky suspicion it wasn’t; and if the way he was looking at me, with guilt written all over his face, was any indication, I knew there was something else.

  “Your mother wanted me to let you know Chase was coming in today. She said don’t hurt him.”

  “WHAT!” I roared, vaulting to my feet. “Why is that sick son of a bitch here? And has anyone warned Megan?”

  “Easy, Spencer,” he said, holding up his hands like someone might in the presence of a wild animal. “His wife filed for divorce and we are going over the documents in my office. Megan is wrapped up in paperwork for her mother. Chase should be in and out with no one the wiser.”

  “He better be. If I see him go anywhere near Megan, I will kill him.”

  “No, you won’t. He’s still your brother, Spencer.”

  “He lost that title as soon as he tried to rape my girlfriend. Keep him away from me,” I snarled, shutting the door on my father’s perturbed face.

  That sick sadistic fuck was in the same building as my Megan. I needed to warn her, to let her know he was here. No, I couldn’t tell her. She didn’t need to know he was here at all. It would only make her day crumble. She couldn’t know. Maybe I could convince her to take an early lunch. I checked my watch. It was only eleven, which meant this would be considerably earlier than our normal one pm break, but I didn’t care.

  I grabbed my coat off of the coat rack and opened the door to my office to search out my girlfriend. I wanted her out of this building, and fast. I couldn’t bear to see the look in her eyes if she had to see Chase. I wouldn’t allow it.

  Closing the door to my office, I made my way towards the intern conference area. I peeked my head in, but my girl was nowhere to be found.

  “Anyone seen Megan?” I asked as the interns looked up.

  “Nope. I think Stacey and Megan are in the mailroom?” one of the male interns commented.

  “Thanks.”

  I wheeled around to head toward the mail room when something caught my eye.

  Chase

  “Aren’t you just the prettiest thing nestled in between these four walls?” I heard Chase say to the girl I vaguely remembered as Stacey.

  I watched in disgust as he glided his finger down her cheek. She looked smitten, pressed up against the bathroom door jam, her cheeks flushed, a shit eating grin taking over her mouth.

  “You stop that right now, Chase Grant,” she giggled, “We all know you’re a married man. You ain’t got no business flirting with me.”

  I could feel the revulsion churning in my stomach. She wasn’t pushing him away, she was flirting right back. Her southern belle charm was nauseating, and she was laying it on extra thick.

  “Not for too much longer, baby doll. Soon i’ll be free as a bird, and I wanna take you out. What’s your name, Sugar?”

  I couldn’t watch anymore. The scene was going to make me lose my breakfast. I needed to find Megan and get her out of here before Chase caught wind of her.

  Storming towards the mail room, I wrenched open the door to find my beautiful girl bent over a copy machine, earbuds in her ears, her delectable ass swaying to whatever song she was listening to.

  Just like that, I wasn’t repulsed anymore, I was horny. Scanning the room, I made sure no one was around before I silently crept up behind her and pulled her hips into my suddenly hard erection.

  “Jiminey Crickets!” she squealed, righting herself and turning around in my arms. Her hand gripping her chest. “What the hell, Spencer, you scared the shit out of me!”

  I couldn’t contain my laugh. She was so fucking beautiful when she was flustered.

  “I couldn’t help myself, Peaches. You looked good enough to eat, and your ass---God, your ass!”

  “You’re a perv,” she laughed, swatting at my chest. “What do you want?”

  “You. I want you,” I said, pulling her into my arms.

  “You already have me, Spencer. But what do you want right now?” She asked, her voice dropping an octave in reaction to my obvious lust.

  “There are a lot of things I want, Peaches. For instance, I’d love to see you bent over my desk as you take me into that sweet pussy of yours.”

  “Mmm, go on,” she purred

  “I’d love to see you on your knees, right here in this mail room, sucking me off.”

  I slid my hands under her dress, coming in contact her her lacy thong. Like the perfect woman she was, she parted her legs slightly to give me access and permission. With her eyes closed, she waited for me to delve into her hot folds.

  “But right now, Peaches,”

  “Mmmmm,”

  “Right now.”

  “Yes, Spencer,” she moaned, my fingers millimeters away from her entrance.

  “I want--”

  “Tell me.”

  “A hot dog.”

  Her eyes opened, confusion clouding them, as I withdrew my hand and smiled at her.

  “What the hell, Spencer?”

  “I want a hot dog, Peaches. Let’s go to lunch.”

  “Are you serious?” she deadpanned.

  “As a hot dog inducing heart attack,” I replied.

  It took a moment for her to crack, but when she finally did, I let out the breath I had been holding. I didn’t want to make her mad. I was just kidding.

  “You’re such a jackass!” she laughed. “But I can’t go to lunch. I’ve got a lot going on here. Bring me back something?”

  I didn’t want her to stay here without me.

  “You know what, never mind. I’ll just order a pizza.”

  “No, Spencer. Go get your hot dog. I know how much you love them.”

  Fuck. I didn’t want her to know Chase was in the building, and if I argued with her now, she would know something was up.

  “I’ll be back as quick as I can.”

  “No rush. I love you.”

  “I love you too, Peaches. So fucking much.”

  I turned towards the door, but my mind screamed at me to tell her. To warn her. No. I wouldn’t do it. She was locked in here, and Chase would be with my dad. They’d never even cross paths. I would hide out in my office and pretend I had gone just to make sure. The overwhelming need to protect her was fierce, and I didn’t feel bad lying to her about it, even though I knew I should have just told her. She never needed to know I didn’t go get that hot dog.

  “Spencer, grab me that one I like, would you?” I heard her ask as I shut the door.

  �
�Sure thing, babe.”

  Fuck!

  Megan

  Making copies was lame, having to do them with Stacey was worse. I couldn’t wait until the day was over and I was nestled into my house with the man I loved. He’d flustered me and I was even more eager to get home with him.

  Trying to ignore my raging hormones, I got back to work. My mom had a huge case coming up and all the interns were dedicated to her for the next week.

  Things with mom were good. Spencer still didn’t seem convinced, but he kept those feelings to himself as mom and I worked through our differences. We’d gone to lunch the day before and she’d invited Spencer and I for dinner with she and dad later in the week.

  “Megan?” My voice was called from the door. Stacey had returned from her extended break, which was why I’d been stuck working alone for the past hour. I hate that I was stuck with her. Jeannie Mae made a much better work partner.

  “What?” I snapped, clearly angry with her for ditching me with all the work.

  “You do remember that you owe me a favor, right?” Stacey asked, leaning against the wall. I rolled my eyes at her and continued with my work. She had nothing on me and I wasn’t going to allow her to waste my time. This was a paid internship and unlike her, I actually did my work. “You’re obviously close with Spencer Grant, what can you tell me about his brother, Chase?”

  I froze. Why would she bring him up? I turned back to the copier and closed my eyes, I needed to calm myself. I was at work and it wasn’t time for a full on panic attack. One day, I would have to be around him and be a perfectly normal human. Hell, I was dating his brother.

  “What about him?” I asked, my voice low and steady.

  “You must have gotten close with him growing up. I need you to help me. I want him so bad. He’s sexy as fuck. I mean, Spencer is okay, but that Chase, he’s the twin who got the looks.”

  I snorted. Stacey was heavily mistaken, if anyone got the looks it was Spencer and he was all mine.

  “So, you owe me a favor. Help me get with him. I just ran into him in the hall. I need that,” she expressed.