I don’t even understand it, but here we are. I guess I didn’t want Finn growing up feeling second best like I always did. Alex’s first love was always his business.
He’s still kissing my neck, sending tingles through my body. “How much longer do we have to stay at this rehearsal?”
“Well, seeing as you’re paying for it, I think you we have to stay till after dessert at least.”
“I have my own dessert right here.” He nibbles on my ear.
“That tickles.” I wriggle against the wall as more tingles traverse my spine.
He grips my wrists, pinning them against the wood panelling lining the foyer. “I love to see you squirm.”
“Dad?” Finn’s voice booms in the small space. “What the hell are you doing?”
I freeze against the wall. Alex locks eyes with me in the dark corner of the foyer. He doesn’t need to speak, for me to know what he’s thinking. The wordfuckis written all over his face.
“Mum?” Finn says.
A prickling lump in my throat prevents me from speaking. A sheen of sweat breaks out on my skin as my inner temperature rises. Trust me to have anothertropicalright about now.
“Get your hands off my mother.” Finn steps between me and Alex as if he needs to defend my honour. I think I left any virtue I had back in the UK.
“Finn, it’s not what it looks like.” I place my hand on his biceps, his muscles coiled tight as he clenches his fists at his side.
Alex runs a hand over his face. “Son, don’t make a scene.”
“Don’t tell me not to make a scene. You had your grubby hands all over my mother.”
I step from behind Finn, trying to defuse the situation. “Finn?—”
“She was my wife before she was your mother.”
Finn pushes against Alex’s chest, forcing Alex to take a step back. “That doesn’t give you the right to harass her.”
“Finn, that’s enough,” I say in the stern voice I usually save for the House of Commons. “Nobody was harassing anyone.”
Finn’s face screws up as if he’s just taken the red pill and everything’s becoming clear. “You mean that was consensual?”
Alex stands tall with his arms folded across his broad chest, as if waiting for an apology.
“Yes, of course. I wouldn’t let a man get that close to me if I didn’t want them to. Least of all your father.” I actually don’t know if I should be mad at Finn or proud of him.
Finn looks between the two of us. “You know he had a girl at his home this morning?”
I let out a sigh, knowing I’m going to have to come clean about that. It’s not fair to make Alex look like the bad guy.
“No.” Finn shakes his head. His mouth contorts I think he’s about to wretch as if he can spit the red pill back out and take the blue one, forget this ever happened and go back to living his life in blissful ignorance. But there are no pills and he’s going to have to understand that his parents like to have sex too. “That was you, wasn’t it?”
I nod. Heat claws at my neck like flames on a fire, licking at my cheeks. I dab the moisture gathered on my top lip. At this rate, I’ll need to go back into the ladies’ room.
“Why?” Finn asks with wide eyes and a furrowed brow.
“Because I miss him, okay.” I can’t exactly tell my son the truth. I miss having the warmth of a man in my bed, I miss the feeling of tingles in my belly and I miss the way he takes control and makes me submit to him, taking all decisions away from me for a night, when the only thing I have to think about is whether I want his cock in my mouth or my aching vagina. But most of all, I just miss Alex. His intelligence, kindness, and the way he admires me like he’s doing now, gazing at me with his big brown puppy dog eyes.
Finn rubs the side of his temples. “You can’t get back together with him, Mum. He’ll just leave you again like he did before and you’ll end up hurt.”
“Hey. Let’s get one thing straight.” Alex points his finger. “Your mother left me. I never wanted a divorce.”
“Yeah, and it was for a reason. I love you, Dad, but you haven’t changed. You’re still the same man you were twenty years ago, always putting business first.”
