Part 20 (2/2)
”No!” Lane yelled. ”I won't go back to that h.e.l.l! I just won't!”
”I'm sorry,” I said. ”But you leave me no choice.”
”Get out.”
”Lane-”
”Get the f.u.c.k out of here! I don't need you!”
He looked angry.
Angry and hurt.
I could think of nothing more to say to him.
So I got up and left the room.
”How's he doing?” Elena asked when I stepped outside the hospital room. She had barely gone home ever since it happened yesterday.
”He's better now,” I told her. ”But he hates me.”
”Why?”
”Because I'm sending him to a care facility,” Thorne said. ”It's the only option. I talked to the doctors. I can't let him harm himself and if he stays here, that's exactly what's going to happen.”
”Thorne,” Elena said. ”He will understand. He's messed up right now, but you're getting him help. That's all that matters. You need to be a parent to him now more than ever. And parenting isn't a popularity contest. You don't always win the votes.”
”I know that,” I said. ”But it still hurts just the same.”
Six Months Later
ELENA.
The blindfold covered my eyes and I couldn't see a thing.
”Where are you taking me?” I asked.
Thorne's hand was guiding me, leading me towards the unknown. But because he was there I knew I had nothing to fear. Finally, he made me stop and took off the blindfold. It was the first time I got a glimpse of him and my surroundings-the ornate bedroom with the lavish furnis.h.i.+ngs and Thorne wearing the usual-a crisp black s.h.i.+rt and a tie.
”What's put you in such a good mood?” I asked, walking a few paces around the bedroom. My feet felt just a little bit tired in the heels that I'd been wearing since that morning because Thorne had wanted me to, but I knew now it would be completely worth it.
”Does that mean I'm usually bad-tempered?”
”No,” I said. ”But you are known to throw a few tantrums.”
”That's for work people and business rivals,” Thorne said. ”In any case, I actually do have some good news.”
I stopped walking and turned to him. ”Yeah?”
”Lane called,” Thorne said and now I knew why he looked so positive. ”He's feeling better. They think he's doing really well. In another two weeks he's going to be back home.”
”That's good news!”
Thorne kept smiling. ”I know.”
”And you talked to him?”
”Yes.”
”He's not angry?”
”Not even a little bit. It looks like the therapy is working. Of course, it's going to be a work in progress but still, it's something.”
”Of course, Thorne. This is major. I'm so happy for you.”
”And,” Thorne said. ”Since I met you, and since Lane likes to crash at the loft sometimes, instead of going to live with my parents, I thought maybe we needed a new place.”
”Thorne?”
”Elena,” Thorne said. ”Meet our new home!”
”Our home?” I said, a little confused. ”Thorne, I haven't said yes to moving in with you.”
”I know that,” Thorne said. ”Which is why, it's up to me to explain to you why it's important. First: I know you think you live with Penny but here's the thing-this past week you haven't been to that apartment, not even once. Second: Most of your stuff is already at my place. Third: Commuting from Brooklyn to the loft is uncomfortable, to say the least,” he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. ”Fourth: I love you and I want to be with you as much as possible.”
”Thorne that's all well and good but...”
”Elena?” he said, raising a hand to a lock of my hair and pus.h.i.+ng it aside. ”Do you want to please me?”
The words made me forget what I was going to say and I just stared at him, speechless.
Thorne led me toward the bed and pushed me onto it.
”Well?” he said, unb.u.t.toning his s.h.i.+rt.
The sight of his chest and the six-pack abs made me shudder. He knew the effect he was having on me because he looked c.o.c.ky as he was yanking off my jeans. ”Thorne...stop,” I said, barely even able to speak.
But he continued undressing me, unb.u.t.toned my s.h.i.+rt, and ran his hand over my bare thigh. Then the same hand was going over my navel in an upwards motion, until he was running them over the bare skin of my chest, over the bra. He came to kiss me on the lips and I cupped my hands around his face, used my tongue to get into his mouth. Still kissing me pa.s.sionately his hand ventured towards my breast, and I ran my hands over his back, pulling him in closer. With my hands resting on his shoulders his mouth descended on my bra, as he used his teeth to pry off one side of the fabric until my b.r.e.a.s.t.s were on display. He did the same to the other side and then took turns licking those erect nipples, leaving them hard, wet nubs, my entire body burning with the flame of longing. The more he touched me and the more intimate his tongue became, the more my body craved the touch. The aching center of my desire was full, engorged with the pa.s.sion of l.u.s.t and need. ”Thorne,” I said. ”You need to stop.”
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