Chapter 38
thirty-eight
. . .
BLAIR
When I spoke to Wyatt last night, I was afraid he was going to make another excuse to avoid me, but he asked me to meet him at his house for dinner tonight. Now I’m sitting in his driveway, unsure of what I’m going to say.
It’s been twelve years since high school, twelve years since he hurt me, yet the connection we share now is undeniable. Despite my hesitation to trust him again, there’s a bond between us that time hasn’t erased. It feels like I’m losing control of my feelings, but at the same time, all I want is to drown in them. Wyatt makes me feel special. He makes me believe in forever.
He’s the one person who truly understands me, who unconditionally supports my dreams and encourages me to reach higher. I’ve faced my fair share of men who felt threatened by my career. But not Wyatt. He’s proud of my success, never intimidated.
But now he’s been avoiding me, just like before, and a nagging doubt makes me wonder if he feels the same way about me. I can’t shake the feeling that he’s hiding something about his work with my agency. In the past, he opted for the simple path instead of choosing what he wanted. Instead of choosing me. Now I need to know if I’m a priority for him or if I’m still not important enough.
We have a track record of avoiding each other when things get tough, so I’m here to confront him. He can’t run away this time. I can’t let him run away this time. We both deserve to know if we’re worth fighting for.
His meeting with Lance has also stirred up some emotions that, apparently, I haven’t faced. When I started at TWA, I was fresh out of law school and excited to help people chase their dreams of making it in Hollywood. It was so rewarding to read a script and know it was special. I loved to champion the underdog and find the hidden gems. It’s how I was able to work my way up the agency’s ladder so quickly.
People love stories. Storytelling is literally programmed into our DNA. When you dream in your sleep, that is your brain telling you stories. How about when a loved one is late for dinner? Do you think about why they might be late? Your brain is creating a story for you.
Knowing that we are hard-wired for stories, it’s just a matter of what the world wants or needs to hear at this moment in time. It’s basic psychology—and it’s why I love meeting and reading and searching for the right projects and people to introduce to the world.
I thought hearing I might lose my job would be more devastating, but it’s not. All I can think about is what it would be like to finally start my own agency. It would be a small shop. I’d be super selective about who we bring on and fully focused on trying to shift the narrative about women-led roles and stories.
The knock at my window startles me, and I see Wyatt smiling down at me.
“You going to sit out here all night?” he asks.
The look on his face is all it takes for my nerves to settle and my confidence returns. This is my guy. We can do this.
Moments later, as I stand in Wyatt’s living room, the tension between us crackles like a live wire. I need to know where we stand. If he feels what I feel.
“You’re avoiding me,” I say. My voice is firm, but I’m trembling. “I can’t keep pretending everything’s fine. You’re shutting me out again, and I won’t go through that a second time.”
Wyatt runs a hand through his hair, looking torn. “I know. I’m messing this all up. I need you to understand that I’ve been trying to protect you.”
“I know about the layoffs,” I say, stepping closer. “I suspect you saw my name on the list. Just be honest with me. Please.”
He takes a deep breath, and his eyes lock onto mine. “You’re right. I need you to know I intended to tell you everything, but I had to get a few things in order first.”
“So, tell me everything.”
“I’m under a strict NDA, but you are my priority. You’re the only one who matters.”
I feel a mix of relief and then concern.
“Don’t risk your job. I get the gist of what’s happening. And your father would be furious, I’m sure.”
Wyatt steps forward, closing the distance between us. “I’m not worried about the job or my father. All I care about is you.” His hand grips the back of my neck, and his thumb dusts over my lips.
“I told Lance today that I’m not returning to TWA. I’ll wrap up the final details of this project, but then I’m passing the ongoing support to a colleague.”
“Please tell me you didn’t do this because of me,” I say. “Please tell me you didn’t back out of work I know you love just for me.”
“Of course I did. But before you panic, I also accepted an offer from Hays and Cole. Nobody knows that yet. Not even my father.”
I’m speechless. The shock must be apparent on my face.
“There’s something else you should know,” Wyatt says. He braces his hands around my face so my head is tilted up at him, as though he wants to make sure I hear his next words clearly.
“When I’m with you, I feel a peace I’ve only known one other time in my life. You make me feel like my dreams matter, like I matter. With us, I’ve never felt like I’ve had to be anyone except who I truly am. You inspire me to take risks I’ve always wanted to take and go after things I’ve always wanted. And I want you.”
He seals his declaration with a kiss that sends fire through my body and sizzles every nerve in my heart. I wrap my arms around him and deepen the kiss, desperate to show him I’ll always make him feel that way.
My heart pounds in my chest, a mixture of relief and fear, as he pulls back to look at how I’m taking this news.
“Wyatt, are you sure about this? About us?”
He nods, and his gaze is unwavering. “Blair, I clearly remember the day I met you. It changed my heart forever. I didn’t understand what love was before that, and I didn’t realize how good it would feel to have someone care for me, listen to me, accept, and want me, no matter my flaws. You gave me a second chance, and now I know for sure. You have my heart. It was always yours. It always will be.”
As he pulls me into his arms, I feel the weight of the past twelve years lift off my shoulders. This time, we have a real chance. And I’m not going to let it slip away.
The stress and tension of the past few days, coupled with the admissions of our feelings, hit hard after dinner. Wyatt and I are both tired, and we should sleep, but we also can’t keep our hands off each other.
“I need to shower. Care to join me?” Wyatt asks, already leading me toward his bathroom. I slowly unbutton my blouse, letting him know I’m interested. He turns on the water and when he turns back around I’m already pulling down my skirt and panties. I reach back to unsnap my bra, and watch his eyes follow its fall to the floor before they dart back up to linger over my naked body.
“Are you just going to stare? Or are you going to join me?”
He races to strip as I step into the steam and under the spray of the shower tilting my head back to soak my hair. He slides in against my body, and the warm water makes everything slick between us. His hands find my breasts and I lean into his touch, loving how strong his hands feel on my skin. His thumb glides over my pebbled nipples and I can’t stop the moan that escapes.
“Your hands feel so good.”
My fingers explore his chest memorizing every curve of his hard body, while his lips find mine and his tongue tangles with mine. His hand grips the back of my neck pulling me closer as his other hand starts to travel down my side and around my back.
When he kisses me, the world fades away and everything I’ve ever wanted is right here. Every broken part, every scar, feels healed and complete. When I pull back, I see a flash of confusion cross his face, but right now, I want all of him. I want to make him feel treasured and loved the way he makes me feel. When I sink to my knees his eyes fill with adoration, desire, and need.
“You look fucking gorgeous on your knees.”
I wrap my hand around him and glide my tongue along the length of him, circling around the tip and licking off the precum that is already leaking out of him. His hands gently caress my hair and I can feel him holding back, letting me control the pace.
“Look at me Blair. I want your eyes on me.”
The moment our eyes connect, the world slips away and it’s only us. This moment feels like more, like we’re done with excuses and know there will never be anyone else for either of us. As I slide him into my mouth, I watch the ecstasy take over him.
“Jesus, fuck, Blair. So good.”
I push my lips back down over him but he’s big so I use my hands to fill in the gap. He grunts like I’m torturing him and I can’t help but smile.
“You like that? Like seeing how hard and crazy you make me?
His fingers twist in my hair and his grip grows tight on the sides of my head as he struggles to keep them still. My moan vibrates around him causing him to thrust hard against me, making me gag.
“Are you ok?”
I nod and keep going, taking him even deeper. Seeing him this turned on has me pressing my thighs together and I can feel my own hips tilting with need.
“God, Blair, your mouth is going to be the death of me. I’m so close.”
I love how much I affect him. His head falls back and I can tell he’s ready.
“I’m going to come. I want to come on your tits.”
I pop off him and nod just as his release escapes and paints my chest. He’s so gorgeous, and a feral look crosses his face as he admires his work.
He pulls me up and smashes his lips to mine kissing me like it’s the end of the world. He breaks the kiss and glides his hands over my hair to move it back off my face.
“That was fucking hot. I had no idea how much I would enjoy seeing my cum all over you.”
“Me either.” I look down and run my fingers through the mess, a laugh tumbling out. “Good thing we’re in the shower.”
He kisses me again and then starts to lather my body up, taking care to clean every crease and crevice along the way. It’s a weird foreplay I didn’t know would turn me on so much. I hope he knows that we’re just going to get dirty all over again once we are out of here. I need more of him.
We dry off and slide into the sheets naked as he glides down my body to return the favor. And when he sinks into me after that, I dream of what our life could be like if this was our forever.