28. London
Davey
We landed in London and headed to Daphne’s posh house—the one she inherited from a rich aunt in spite.
She fought hard to keep it in her contentious divorce.
Now, it was all ours. The place was a palace.
Daphne rarely used it, instead either renting or loaning it to friends and family.
When people came over to represent the company, they stayed here.
“Are we pretending to be chaste and have two rooms or just one?” I joked.
“Uh, I think we’re beyond that point,” Eva said.
I deposited our bags as she looked around and onto the street below.
“The address was impressive, but the house is even more so,” Eva said.
“Well, Daphne is like my mother—very into grand houses. The place is beautiful.”
“When is our first meeting?”
“We don’t have anything until the evening,” I said.
“Great. I’m going to hop in the shower.”
She kicked off her shoes and started to undress as I pulled the curtains. By the time I turned, she was there, half-naked, taking up all my brain space.
“What?” Eva asked. “You want to join me?”
I stammered. “I… I don’t have to.”
“I wouldn’t complain. Look, I’m horny. If you’re in, join me.”
I kissed her. She was sexy as hell. I undid her bra and played with her nipple. She moaned and bit my lip. I ran my hand down to her panties, but she stopped me and walked away.
“If you want me, join me...” Her words faded as she bent over before she kicked her panties aside.
I watched in agony as she slowly left the room, her hips swaying painfully.
“God damn it, Eva,” I groaned, cursing myself for still being clothed.
I found her in the shower, pressed against the shower wall, holding herself up by one forearm while her still-recovering right hand tried to work its magic. She ran her fingers in her pussy, moaning as she brought herself closer.
“I’m sorry, who said you could start without me?” I joked.
“You took too long,” Eva said.
I stood by her, trying to touch her.
She batted my hand away. “No. You get to watch, but you have to wait.”
I should have been infuriated, but I was intrigued. She panted, growing closer to her climax. I soaked up the warmth of the shower while pumping my shaft. I enjoyed the visual, but I also loved hearing her cum. She moaned louder, desperate to get off.
“Oh, fuck,” Eva said. “Come here.”
I obeyed, moving close. She pulled my hand towards her.
“I want you to feel me cum,” she moaned. “Please.”
She played with her clit as I slid my fingers inside, slowly tickling her G-spot.
She moaned, “Oh, God! Yes, Davey! Fuck!”
She collapsed against the wall briefly, still pulsing around my fingers. As I pulled my hand back, she brought it to her face. With full eye contact, she sucked on the two fingers that had just been inside, then reached down to my cock. The way she freely owned this moment left me reeling.
“You like that?” I asked.
“Uh-huh,” Eva moaned. “Yes, Daddy. Now, fuck me.”
Oh, fuck.
I took a seat on the shower bench and beckoned. “I’m not going to fuck you against the wall, Eva. That’s too dangerous. But you can ride my cock if you want.”
Sometimes, I couldn’t believe she even responded to me when I got like this. These days, her way of dealing with anything frustrating or boring was to proposition me. Luckily for her, I didn’t mind being her plaything and loved watching her use me to get off.
Eva straddled me, slipping onto my cock. She kissed me. Her taste lingered on her lips. She felt so wet and perfect wrapped around me. I slowly guided her as she bobbed. I didn’t want her going too fast or I’d cum.
“Will you cum again for me, baby?” I asked.
“Uh… uh-huh,” Eva moaned, biting her lip.
I slapped her ass. “It’s yes or no, Eva.”
“Yes, daddy,” Eva said. “I wanna cum.”
“You better cum hard then!” I watched her grind against me slowly.
Nostrils flaring and chest flushed, she dug her palms into the base of my neck, trying not to scratch me or squeeze too tight.
The truth was, I loved it when she did. She liked to pretend I was in control.
It got her off. But she owned every moment.
I was completely satisfied, letting her control the dynamic.
I gripped her face in both hands as she wound up, close to climax.
“Cum for me, Eva. Cum for me, baby,” I said.
“Oh… fuck!” Eva shouted. “Oh, God! Yes! Yes!”
She threw her head back and shuddered, stopping only as she felt me close to climax.
It was glorious. I loved cumming with her like that—wrapped up, completely focused on one another, and feeling nothing but obsession with her.
Eva was like a drug I couldn’t quit. Getting her off was the sweetest fix.
Eva
I held my phone in my hand, looking at three missed calls—all from Mona. Then a text.
MONA
Please call, Eva. It’s about Carter.
My heart dropped.
Davey kissed my shoulder as he passed. He sensed something was up. I called her back.
“What’s up?”
“Uh… Mona is trying to reach me,” I said. “It’s… I gotta take this.”
I caught sight of Davey’s confused expression in the mirror as I took my robe-clad body into the still-steamy bathroom. Fear set in.
“Hi, Eva,” Mona answered, voice sounding low. “I know it’s late there. It’s… what—”
“I’m in London,” I answered. “I just got in.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes,” I answered. “I’m here for work. What do you need? What is going on with Carter?”
“She’s crashing. We found a mass a couple of months ago—”
“A mass?” My jaw dropped. “Like cancer?”
“She’s holding on, but it’s not looking like she will make it through winter. She’s still doing okay, but I figured… I knew you’d want to remember her this way, not where she’s going. I figured I’d drop you a line. I know you’re ignoring me for—”
“It’s… it’s okay. Uh, is she at the house… your house?”
“Yes,” Mona said. “I’m here all day working from home. I’ve been trying to do that more to spend time with her. She’d love to see you.”
I thought about Davey and how he’d react to me saying I’d like to visit my ex before our meeting later.
“I will try to swing by,” I said. “I’ll text you.”
“Great. Okay. Just let me know, darling.”
Darling. Normally, that would have warmed my heart. Instead, it made me sweat in a bad way. I wanted to puke. I wasn’t sure I could handle seeing Mona right now. I also didn’t want to miss saying goodbye. Returning, I stared at Davey as he fumbled through his suitcase for something.
“You alright, Eva?”
“I… my dog is dying,” I said. “The one my ex stole from me. She’s sick. She has cancer. I want to see her.”
“Oh… okay?” He didn’t look fussed.
“Can I go? The only issue… it’s in Richmond, which is… not super close. By the time I get ready and head over there, I will only have an hour or so before doubling back.”
“Why don’t we do this,” Davey suggested. “You take the car out there, see the dog, and I will get in the car and head back to get you. I’ll wait. I’m not going to come and get you. We’ll just park and you can find us, Eva.”
“That doesn’t bother you?”
“Should it?” Davey snickered.
“I dunno.”
“Eva, I trust you. I love you. I know this isn’t a ruse to sleep with your ex. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Thanks, Davey,” I said.
I rang the bell at Mona’s place in Richmond.
Her semi-detached house looked exactly as I remembered.
I felt awkward in a cocktail dress during the afternoon.
I couldn’t miss our meeting, and we were about to have a posh dinner.
She appeared, our Corgi, Carter, at her ankles.
Before greeting Mona, I bent down to give Carter ear scratches.
Tears welled before I knew it. I didn’t expect them right away, but I realized how much I’d missed this face or the way she always nosed my ears as I hugged her neck tight.
Still fighting tears, I looked at Mona. “She still looks really good.”
“She does. But her last scan a couple of days ago doesn’t,” Mona sighed.
I tried to stand but couldn’t. I was stuck, betrayed by my non-existent core.
“Can you help me up?” I winced, extending my left arm.
My right remained weak.
“Okay,” Mona said, confused.
I stood with help, forgetting that she didn’t know I was pregnant. Suddenly, I panicked. Don’t cup your stomach, damn it!
“Come in,” Mona said. “I’ll make tea.”
I followed Mona inside. It smelled different but looked mostly the same.
I noticed a pink coat in the corner that was too big for Mona.
My stomach sank as I felt replaced the same as I had when I spoke with her two weeks after our breakup to divvy up some of our bills and realized she was already seeing people on a dating app.
As her notifications went off, I couldn’t help but think she was sending a message to me.
It was a big middle finger. I got nothing in the breakup—not even my dog. I’d been too beaten down to fight.
I sat at the window seat in the breakfast nook off the conservatory. Mona put the kettle on, then fetched two mugs. Carter hopped up by me, her tail wagging like a propellor.
“You still want honey?” Mona asked in a judgmental British tone.
“No. I’m used to sugar now.”
Her mouth dropped as she sat down the good biscuits. Any posh-o reserved such delicate, elegant biscuits for company. This choice signaled I was a guest rather than family.
“I’m living with the child of a Brit,” I said. “And honey in tea is verboten. I’ve adapted.”
“Good on her. You have a roommate?” Mona pitied me. “Oh, Eva, that’s rough. I’m sorry.”
I didn’t correct Mona’s assumption. Carter attempted to climb into my lap, something that was difficult for a body her size.
She made it work but got a reaction out of me I didn’t expect.
Something fluttered inside me. Given I’d barely eaten, I didn’t think it was gas.
Those were baby flutters. I started to sob uncontrollably as I realized Carter would never meet my babies—my first baby would leave this world never knowing the twins.
Mona brought two mugs back—the same way Davey always did when I had a shitty day.