52. Man On The Couch.

[Claire]
"Another morning." I sighed as I got out of bed, I got up before my alarm went off and so I just shut it off, I started coffee while I took a shower and when I was done, the coffee was ready
It was very early in the morning so it was still pretty dark inside my apartment. I flipped on a switch when I entered my living room and I nearly shrieked.
A man was sleeping on my couch, no, my man was sleeping on my couch.
I did not know how to react, he was dressed in an all-black outfit and he was sleeping peacefully on my couch. I went to check the door right away and I frowned when I noticed that it was unlocked, I must have forgotten to lock it after Sophie and Michele left last night.
I went back to the shelf and stood over the sleeping man, the red devil appeared first, telling me to just go and pick up and a bottle of water to pour over his head, then the white angel with the halo around her head popped up on the other side and told me to sit by his side and stroke his hair till he wakes up.
Naturally, I was torn between the two of them.
I was mad at him for ignoring me for two weeks but I was genuinely happy to see him and glad that he was okay.
I also couldn't let it go because I didn't want him to take advantage of my kindness and forgiveness, I didn't want him to see it as weakness so naturally, the red devil won.
The white angel shook her head sadly before disappearing but the red devil smiled and gave me a thumbs up.
Storming into the kitchen, I filled a cup with water and took it back to the living room.
When I got there he was already awake and sitting upright.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him angrily.
"I'm sorry." He apologized and my anger began to dissipate.
"And you think that's going to fix everything." The cup in my hand trembled and I glared at him.
"No, but I was hoping you would like to listen to what I have to say."
"Nothing you could say would ever justify ghosting me for two weeks. Are you here to break up with me, am I getting dumped, is that it?"
"No, where did you get that idea from?"
"From you ghosting me for two weeks," I yelled and finally got the strength to throw the water in his face.
He looked at me stunned and then he began to chuckle till it turned into a peal of full laughter.
"What is so funny?" I asked, resisting the urge to throw the cup at him.
"I completely deserved that." He said cleaning the excess water from his face and wringing out his shirt.
"I am really mad at you." I dropped the cup on the table and walked away from him.
"I know, I'm so sorry, I had to figure some things out, I promise it won't happen again."
"I called you and texted you so many times." I turned my back to him because I didn't want to cry in front of him.
"I felt so alone without you, I nearly went crazy." I felt him behind me.
"Then why couldn't you just text me or respond to my texts." I turned to bury my face in his chest as a tear slipped from my eye.
"I'm sorry darling, please forgive me." He pleaded and then I started hitting him with my fists.
"You made me so sad, you made me so angry, you made me feel so lonely." I cried repeatedly hitting his chest with my fists.
"Listen to me, listen to me Claire, I promise you I will never make you feel that way again." He held my face with his hands and brushed my tears away with his fingers.
"I love you, Claire." He said and I bit my trembling lips to try and calm myself down.
"I love you too," I whispered and the next thing I knew, his mouth came crashing down on mine.
"Oh, I've missed this." He groaned and pressed me closer to him.
"Jean, I want—" I pushed him away from me and gulped. "I want you," I said, pushing the straps of my nightgown down my arm.
His eyes darken and he slowly stalked towards me before grabbing me by my arms and turning me swiftly such that my back was against his chest.
"Are you sure about that, Claire cos this is not something you say without meaning it?" His words washed over me with liquid fire and I felt myself getting wet.
"Yes." I gasped softly as one hand reached out and grabbed my breast, squeezing tightly.
"Tell me what you want, Claire." I leaned back and sighed as he thumbed my nipples and tweaked the hardened knob.
"I want… I want..." My face turned red as I envisioned his head between my thighs.
"Yes, tell me, baby, anything you want I'll do it." His teeth grazed my earlobe slightly and a current went through my body to my throbbing core.
Instead of responding, I just took his hand and shoved it inside my panties.
"Oh wow, you're so wet." He commented moving his fingers through the folds.
He shoved my panties down with one hand while the other hand was still feasting on my pussy, I gasped and started grinding on his hand when he shoved two fingers into me.
"Oh, Jean, that feels so good." I purred.
"Yeah?" He let out a breath and pumped his fingers faster. "I'm not about to stop until I wear you out."
Spinning me around, he claimed my mouth hungrily and I matched his hunger because I felt the same way.
I hurriedly shed his shirt and smiled when he pushed me softly on the couch and then started disrobing himself while I watched with hungry eyes.
He was about to take off his pants when he stopped suddenly and started wearing his clothes back.
"What's wrong?" I asked breathlessly.
"I got carried away." His eyes shown darkly as he picked up my nightgown and handed it back to me.
"Please get dressed, I have very important news for you."
I got dressed immediately even though my throbbing core protested but I just clasped my legs shut and sat up on the sofa.
"What's going on?" I asked him skeptically.
"I didn't tell you, but I found out that your detective was scamming you, he'd been paid by your father to stop searching for your mother." He announced.
I shook my head as I dried up instantly down there, this conversation was an effective turnoff.
"I guessed that he might have something to do with it since Ivan kept bragging that I'd never find my mother."
"That bastard still kept bothering you?" Jean asked angrily.
"I handled it
" I told him and held his arm softly.
"That's not all." He told me and I nodded my head.
"Okay."
"I knew how much finding your mother meant to you and so I decided to do a little research of my own." He told me and my heart did a triple flip.
"You did?" I smiled.
"Yes, I hired a new detective and he just gave me word last night that he had found her."
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed, covering my mouth with my hands and bolting off the couch.
"Are you serious right now?" I asked him excitedly.
"Yes, if you can take some time off work I could drive you there right now."
"Really?" I asked nervously, it was all becoming real.
I could not believe it, I had found my mother or more correctly Jean had helped me to find my mother and then it hit me.
"How did you find her, I never told you her name and you don't even have her picture?" I looked at him doubtfully.
"Please don't get mad." He pleaded. "But the other day I was here and that guy showed up, when you fell asleep on the couch, I checked your drawers and I found the letters and the picture."
I stared at him in shock, unsure of the emotion I was feeling, he had gone through my things without my consent.
"Should I be concerned, Jean?" I asked him genuinely because I felt like I was seeing the tell signs and red flags but just purposely ignoring them.
"I promise I did not read the letters, I just took a photo of the address and took a photo of the picture, I was only trying to help, I wanted to surprise you." He said sincerely.
"I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything, just decide if you want to meet your mother or not." He said, handing me an envelope from his pocket.
"This is it?" I asked, taking the envelope from him, I kind of thought it would be bigger.
I opened the envelope and tears came to my eyes when I studied their contents, there was even a recent photo of my mom in there.
"When did you get here?" I asked all of a sudden, tearing my eyes away from the photo.
"Last night, your door was unlocked."