Chapter Eighteen

The next morning we just laid in bed and held each other. He kept hinting at doing more but I wouldn’t let him. I know that he’s starting to get annoyed so I told him that if his next check up goes well then we can talk about making love. He actually rolled his eyes and got out of bed to get dressed for his therapy session. I hate that our little quality time had to be interrupted but he had to go and I have to get some work done.
Three hours later I’m on the phone ordering a pizza and some hot wings for our dinner tonight. I’ve been working practically non-stop since he left. My work seems to be piling up since I’ve been here and I am going to have to buckle down and get more done before my boss kills me. My assistant does a wonderful job of helping me out but she has other duties and can’t keep bailing me out by helping me with the deadlines that I’ve almost missed. She definitely needs a raise. Getting caught up on work is why I’m not cooking tonight. He’ll be happy with what I ordered but tomorrow we are going to eat a little healthier. We’ve had bacon cheeseburgers with french fries and now pizza and hot wings, and there’s no telling what he’s been eating when he picks up something to eat after therapy.
When he comes home, I’m still in bed with my laptop typing away and barely hears him until he enters the bedroom.
“Hey beautiful.” I look up and he’s smiling at me with that sexy smile I love and I automatically smile back at him.
“Hey handsome. How was therapy? Are you tired again today?”
“I’m not as tired as I was yesterday but it was a good session. The strength is definitely coming back in my arms and legs. It shouldn’t be too much longer before I’m all the way back.”
“That’s what I like to hear, baby, and I’m glad it was a good session. I ordered dinner for us tonight but starting tomorrow we are going to start eating healthier. I’m going to have to start preparing our meals a little earlier. I’ve been slacking on everything lately it seems. Thankfully my assistant is amazing so it doesn’t look like I am behind on my work.”
“Okay doll but do we have to start tomorrow? I’m asking because I wanted to go out to eat tomorrow night.”
“You can still eat healthy if we go out to eat.”
“Yeah but doll I wanted to do something after dinner that involves unhealthy food.”
“Jameson what are you up to?”
“I just mean having ice cream with caramel syrup.” I start giggling.
“Okay if you have a healthy dinner then you can have ice cream with caramel syrup for dessert.” The doorbell rings and I start to get up and put my robe on while telling him to go take a shower so we can eat. He takes off to the bathroom and I hear the shower turn on before I make it to the front door. After paying the delivery guy and closing the door, I head to the kitchen and pull out some paper plates opening the containers so he can just pick what he wants when he finishes. I grab two glasses and fill them with ice and soda before placing them on the table.
While I’m putting the ice trays back and looking for some ranch dressing he comes up behind me and squeezes my ass before grinding himself into me. Since he took me by surprise I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips as he smacks me on the ass before chuckling and goes to sit at the table.
“That will cost you mister. Why can’t you just behave baby? I want you too very very much but I just want to be sure that I won’t hurt you before we do anything.”
“I know doll but I’m tired of waiting and you won’t hurt me believe me. I miss you. I miss feeling you in my arms and the sweet noises you make when I’m inside of you. Don’t you want me to make you scream?” I swear that part of my anatomy is linked to his voice somehow because as he says that my entire body feels like it’s on fire and I can feel the wetness start to pool between my legs. I have to change this subject now.
“Yes I do miss all those things with you. Baby do you want wings or pizza?” He sighs and shakes his head before standing up. I look at him confused.
“Neither. I’m not hungry, at least not for food, so I’m going to go lay down and watch some television. I may eat later if I get hungry.” I watch as he walks out of the kitchen leaving me sitting at the table wondering what the hell happened.
“Well I guess I should put the food away. How did things go from us talking to him having an attitude and leaving the room? He never does that.” I start putting everything away and then head to the bathroom for a shower. When I’m done, I head back into the bedroom and put on my underwear and a nightgown then climb into bed and lay on my left side facing away from him. I try not to move too much so I don’t disturb him and I close my eyes and slowly fall asleep. That was the first night we went to bed without talking, him holding me, or us saying good night and we love each other.
The next morning I awake to an empty house. I know that he at least ate breakfast because of the dirty dishes in the sink and I know that he wasn’t alone. There’s two other plates and glasses in the sink. I wash the dishes without even thinking about it and then go back to the bedroom and get dressed then heads to the grocery store to get some fresh fruits and vegetables and other healthy foods to make dinner tonight. I’ll do real grocery shopping at the end of the week but for now this will do for dinner. It isn’t until I’m paying for the food that I remember we are supposed to be going out for dinner tonight. Then again, the way things went last night I probably did a good thing getting these groceries because I doubt he’s taking me out anywhere at this point. I thank the cashier and head to my car putting the groceries in the trunk before getting in and heading back to his place.
Once in the house I leave the pork chops out so that I can season them and put the rest of the groceries away. Then I sit at the table with my laptop and start to finish up the rest of my work. I’ve been doing very well at getting caught up and now I’m finally almost done with everything. If I keep this pace up, then I’ll be done with everything tonight and can just relax since I won’t have anything new to do until next week.
Five hours later he walks, okay maybe walks isn’t the right word, he stumbles back into the house with two others at his side and he slurs when he greets me. I can smell him and the smell makes me sick to my stomach.
“Heyyyyyyy dooooollll. I’m hooommmeee.” It sounds like he is singing poorly.
“Oh my God how much did you have to drink? You know what never mind. You aren’t supposed to be drinking and you know that Jameson!”
“Shhhhhhh doollll. Not so loud. I was drinking with my boys.” I look at them and finally realize that his friends are Daniel and Ethan. All I can do is shake my head as I glare at them. They at least have the decency to look ashamed as I stare at them. I look back at him.
“What happened to us going out to dinner tonight, or did that slip your mind?” Not expecting an answer I turn my attention back to them. “Why would you guys let him drink let alone get pissy drunk? You know that he’s taking medicine for his injuries and that can’t mix with alcohol.”
“We tried to stop him ma’am but he wouldn’t listen to us. You know how he gets. He’s stubborn. He would fight us when we tried taking the drinks from him.” I look back at him and shake my head.
“Jameson go take a shower and try to sober up please. I’ll fix you something to eat. You guys please help him to the bathroom then come meet me in the kitchen.”
“Yes ma’am.” They all said in unison as I walked off and headed to the kitchen where I sat at the table for a minute and cried before pulling myself together and started to cook the vegetables while the meat and potatoes were in the oven baking. The guys finally made it back to the kitchen and I made them sit with me at the table and tell me exactly what happened. Apparently, he thought that I would be upset with him so he left the house so I wouldn’t be mad at him. When I didn’t call or text him all day he started to think that I didn’t care about him and that’s when the drinking started. He called them over this morning to go for a run and to have lunch. Lunch turned into happy hour which turned into some sort of pity party that involved plenty of alcoholic beverages, and now here we are in the present situation.