Exposed - Chapter 29 #2
Why did he keep asking me that? I stepped forward to pull him off.
But then stepped back. I didn’t want to get anywhere near his huge penis.
I put my hand out to block it from view, but I could still see the tip.
“Nigel, I swear to God, if you don’t get off the counter and put on some clothes, I’m never speaking to you again. ”
“Is it my penis? I know it’s big. Sometimes it’s a hindrance.”
“It’s the fact that you’re nude on my kitchen counter.”
“But Brooklyn did it last night…”
“Shush!” Did he not see Jacob right there? “There’s a child in the house.”
“And he’s nude like me right now. Mr. Jacob, come join me on the counter while your mother makes us our morning batch of cuppycakes.”
“Cuppycakes!” Jacob yelled.
Brooklyn held Jacob tighter so he couldn’t move.
I walked around the counter and found Nigel’s discarded lederhosen. “Get dressed, Nigel.” I tossed it at him. “Now.”
He sighed. “But it’s not fair. I’m just trying to be the cutest boy in the room.” He stuck his tongue out. But he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking over my shoulder.
I turned around to see Jacob sticking his tongue out too, even though his eyes were covered.
I suddenly had two children instead of none.
“Now, Nigel.”
Nigel hopped off the counter and took his time pulling his outfit back on. But now I was wondering where his dick fit in that lederhosen. Why the hell am I thinking about that?
I turned away from him. “I’m so sorry,” I said to Brooklyn. I grabbed Jacob out of her arms and plopped him on the island far away from where Nigel’s bare ass had been. I needed 12 liters of disinfectant. “Jacob is allowed to be naked. Because he’s four. And adorable.”
“Yes, we’re both adorable little boys.” Nigel scrambled up onto the counter.
“I think you’re regressing.”
“No. You’re wrong. I just wanted my nude portrait. Actually, I’d prefer a fresco. It would be perfect in my new bathroom. We can do it later. While I’m bathing.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Right.” He winked at me.
Why did he think ‘absolutely not’ was code for ‘yes’?
“What’s that?” Jacob asked.
I assumed he was pointing at the nude portrait of his mother. But there was something even more shocking down here than that. There was a huge wooden door in the middle of the living room wall. Where the TV had been hanging last night.
“Nigel.” I turned back to him. I had so many questions. How? When? There hadn’t been any noise. It wasn’t freaking possible that he’d done this in one night.
“Do you like it? Don’t worry, I’m the only one with a key. Only me. And before you ask…no you’re not allowed to have one. I need my privacy.”
“You just watched Brooklyn and me last night on the security feed.”
“For your protection. Don’t you feel protected and taken care of?”
“I feel a little violated, honestly.”
“Oh.” He raised his eyebrows at me.
“Not in a good way. Undo the door. Immediately.”
“I can’t. I don’t have any more time off until June. You know how these things go.”
I was going to kill him. I hadn’t been able to kill Mr. Pruitt, but I could definitely go through with it with Nigel.
Brooklyn started laughing for some reason.
I looked at her. She was laughing so hard that I couldn’t help but start laughing too. Okay…this whole morning was a little funny. But that door really had to go.
“Let’s get you boys your cupcakes,” Brooklyn said and turned on the oven. She started pulling out ingredients.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” Nigel pulled a long, velvet box out of his pocket. “For you, mademoiselle.” He held it out to Brooklyn.
“Really? For me?” Brooklyn grabbed it.
Yeah, Nigel really did seem to have a crush on Brooklyn now. “It’s from me,” I said.
“But I picked it out,” Nigel said. “So it’s really from me.”
“It was my idea and I paid for it.”
Nigel shrugged. “Well, in that case I’ll need to be tipped. That door was very expensive to install on such short notice.”
I was not tipping him. I ignored him and grabbed Brooklyn’s arm, pulling her away from Nigel. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine,” she said with a laugh. “But seriously… What the hell was between his legs? That was the biggest penis I’ve ever seen.”
I laughed too. “I’d pretend to be insulted, but I’ve never seen a dick that big either. I think there might be something wrong with him. That’s like a deformity or something.”
She laughed. “So what is this?” She held up the box.
“Open it.”
She lifted the lid. It was a simple, long gold chain. Long enough that the bottom would dip well below anything she was wearing.
“I thought maybe you could put your rings on it. To keep them close to your heart. And then there’ll be room on your finger for the ring I’m going to give you.”
She ran her fingers down the chain.
I waited for her to say something, but she didn’t
“It would mean a lot to me, Brooklyn.”
I waited, but still nothing.
“And you did say yes last night,” I tried to keep my voice light and playful. But I was slowly dying inside.
“I was under duress,” she said, but she was smiling when she looked up at me. “I think that this is a good compromise. I love it.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded.
Thank God. Because I really couldn’t stand seeing those rings on her finger.
“Thanks, Mr. Nigel!” Jacob said.
I turned around to see Jacob playing with the glow in the dark stars I’d had Nigel pick up. Why was Nigel claiming all my gifts?
I walked over to Jacob. “We can stick these to your bedroom ceiling. So that even on cloudy days you can talk to your dad.”
“Really?” Jacob looked so excited.
“I’ll put them up for you today, okay?”
“Thanks, Coach.” He leaned forward and hugged me. “Can we go to Mr. Nigel’s house?”
“Only you,” Nigel said. “No grown-ups allowed.”
“What?” I said. “Why?”
“Because you wouldn’t understand what you were seeing.”
And a child would? That sounded like a really bad idea. “Maybe later, kiddo,” I said. “Rumor has it we get cupcakes for breakfast.”
“Cuppycakes!” Jacob yelled.
“Cuppycakes!” Nigel mimicked. He grabbed the straps of his lederhosen like he was about to undo them.
I glared at him. And I hoped he realized I was silently telling him, ‘Don’t you dare.’ Because if he got naked again, I was throwing him through his weird door.
But maybe he was just acting out because he needed more attention or something.
“Thanks, Nigel. For picking up the gifts. And hanging up the portrait.” Exactly where I’d wanted it.
Jacob didn’t seem to notice it or care. He was much more curious about the door.
Besides, it was art. I didn’t see a problem with it being down here at all.
“I’ll frame the sheet later as well. I need to iron it first.”
That seemed like a really bad idea. But I’d learned to let Nigel do Nigel. As long as it didn’t mean he was naked on my counter and hitting on my soon-to-be-wife.