23. Chapter 23 Jack
Chapter twenty-three
After taking the night to cool off, I’m finally able to make good on my promise and spend some time with Margot.
I couldn’t have gone inside with her. Our relationship has been complicated for years, but the past couple of months have taken that to new levels.
Something happened in that car that we need to discuss.
Talk . And I know without a shadow of a doubt that if I had gone inside with her last night, talking would've been impossible. Well, for her at least.
Watching Ledger get married last night was just too emotional for both of us. That’s what it was. Today will be fine. We can catch up on things and hang out like we usually do.
“You came back!” Margot launches herself into my arms the moment I open the door, sending shivers through my body. And removing any confidence I had that I would be able to function properly today.
I return her hug, squeezing her until she squeaks. “Of course I did, Princess. We pinky promised, remember? Where’s Blanche?”
“Oh, she’s still at her rehearsal. Won’t be back for another hour or so.”
Fuck . I was counting on Blanche being here to babysit us. Keep her adopted son from losing his mind over something as simple as holding hands like a horny teenager and fucking her daughter on every surface of this giant-ass house. Fuck.
Be cool, Jack. Just keep the conversation moving.
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that. I can’t believe she didn’t rope you into being in it like she did Ledger. You’re a much better actor than he is.”
Margot drops my hand, her perfect posture slacking as she looks away. “Um, well…I stopped doing that years ago.”
“But you loved acting. What happened?”
“Mom and I had a big falling out over a role I had in a play she was directing when I was in high school, and we both decided it was probably best if we didn’t work together like that anymore. It honestly helped our relationship tremendously, so I’m not mad about it.”
How did I miss that? Of course something had to have happened for her to stop acting.
But I’m such an asshole, I didn’t even realize she had stopped.
I missed so damn much of her life. Even now, I barely know her.
We text pretty much every day, but I’m missing things.
I’m practically a stranger. “Fuck, Margot, I…I missed so much.”
“But you’re here now.” She steps into me, my hands naturally falling to her waist as hers clasp around my neck. I watch as the desire in her eyes grows as our embrace continues.
By some miracle, I’m able to step back, putting enough space between us so I can think straight again.
“Margot, as much as we text, I still feel like strangers compared to how close we used to be, and that kills me . I can’t go another day without knowing everything that’s been going on in your life. ”
Margot sighs dramatically. Hasn’t acted since high school, my ass. “Fine. Come on, let's get comfy.”
I follow her to the living room and plop down on the couch opposite the side she’s sitting on with a rigid posture. “Relax, this isn’t an interview. I just want to know what you’ve been up to.”
Time flies as I listen in awe while Margot tells me about her many endeavors.
I don’t know why I’m so surprised by it all.
She’s always been brilliant and headstrong.
I feel like I’ve been stretched to my limit just managing the club, but here she is, navigating her time between different jobs, organizations, and projects while keeping a perfect GPA in her accelerated master’s program.
Realization hits me like a ton of bricks.
I’m going to be in New York very soon, getting Ledger’s and my new club up and running.
I’ll be so close to her. I was planning on getting an apartment closer to the club to cut down my commute, but I would much rather be closer to her.
I wonder if there’s an open apartment in her building.
The word Paris snaps me back into reality like a bucket of ice-cold water. “Wait, what do you mean you’re going to Paris?”
“Don’t worry. I haven’t accepted the position yet. I have another couple of weeks to decide.”
“Why wouldn’t you go? That sounds like the opportunity of a lifetime.” The horror of her going to Paris is quickly replaced with the horror of her not going. Design has been her dream for years, and this is a crazy opportunity…
I don’t even realize she’s moved until she’s on my lap, straddling me with her hands resting on my chest. Again, my hands find her waist like it's the most natural thing in the world. “Well, I’ve been hung up on someone.”
She bites her bottom lip, her attention alternating between my eyes and my mouth.
Any restraint I might have been holding on to goes out the window the moment she grinds down on my already hardening cock.
Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she releases the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard in my life .
I allow myself to fall into whatever this is and lean in to kiss her. Our lips have barely touched when we hear the door from the garage open. Margot scurries out of my lap like I’m diseased and scoots as far away as possible on the couch, sitting as straight as a board.
“Margot! Hurry and get ready! Your brother is married and has zero Christmas decorations up, so we’ve got to…oh, Jack!” Blanche says, finally making it into the room. “Great, you can help too! Well, what are you two waiting for? Up, up, up! Let’s go!”