Absolutely Unforgivable(38)
I tossed and turned a bit before finally falling asleep but not before opening up my eyes just barely enough to see Billy still there, sitting on my bed, making sure I was okay and fully asleep before heading back to his own room, alone.
When I woke up the next morning I reached over to grab Jeromy’s chest as I did almost every morning. But he was not there. His side of the bed was exactly as it was the night before. He didn’t come home last night. I was terribly saddened by this revelation and couldn’t understand what would have possibly kept him away for so long.
He had told me countless times that his work was only a short drive from where we were living so why couldn’t he make it home after he finished doing whatever it was he was doing? Even if it was late.
Next my mind started to wander to thoughts of the night before, on how I had gotten home and of Billy putting me to bed. I had half convinced myself it was all just a crazy dream when I looked over on the nightstand and seen the rag he had placed on my head.
The rest of the band was out living the life of a rock star, partying it up after the gig but not Billy, he came home to be with me, to take care of me. His kindness overwhelmed my heart. He really was a good friend to Jeromy. I felt horrible about lusting after him so much before. I really need to find a way to control my feelings. But Billy made it so hard to resist him. He was so handsome and powerful to look at but it was his kindness that attracted me most. When you met Billy you couldn’t help but be drawn in by his looks, but he was more than just a pretty package. The more time you spent with him, the more you trusted him completely and saw what a truly caring person he really was.
As I pranced my way down the stairs I heard voices coming from the living room. “She is f*cking off-limits man. What the f*ck are you thinking? Consider that body a no f*cking fly zone.”
I could hear Billy mumble something in response but I couldn’t tell what it was. Not wanting them to think I was spying on them, I purposely stepped louder on the last few steps so they knew I was coming. When I took a step in the kitchen I saw it was Travis that had been talking so loudly. I looked around to see his harem but they were nowhere to be found. I guess it was still too early for Darla and Starla to be out of bed yet.
Billy titled his head up and gave me his usual, “Hey.”
But Travis, on the other hand, didn’t know how to be so subtle. “Holy f*ck, girl. You know how to make a good boy go bad.” He looked my body up and down as he spoke, making wide, animated gestures with his hands. While I had clothes on, Travis still had a way of making me feel like I was buck naked standing there with him in the kitchen.
I rolled my eyes at his rude comments, not even bothering to verbally address him. I wanted to say something to him about it, but I figured if I tried it would only encourage him to keep going so instead I stayed silent and walked over to Billy who was standing by the sink, leaning against the counter drinking coffee.
I looked over at the empty stove top behind him and turned back to Billy and gave him a frown. “No breakfast this morning?”
He looked up to me, “No, sorry. Been a little distracted this morning.”
I leaned into him and asked, “Want me to toast you a bagel?”
He didn’t look at me; he just kept looking down to the ground like he was deep in thought and shook his head “No.”
“Okay, your loss,” I said playfully as I walked over to the bread box and pulled out the bag of fresh bagels.
Just as I finished the last bite the rest of the band came into the house. They were loud and there was no mistaking their arrival. Today they seemed especially wound up. Billy and Travis went to join them and they headed to his studio.
Chapter 9 - Meet My Mom
Before I could give what had those boys so excited much thought, Kita walked into the room with my cell phone in her hand. “Miss Stacy, your phone has been buzzing all morning.” I wasn’t sure where I had left my cell phone the night before; but I was glad to have it back. I had become strangely dependent on the little thing. I had even started color coordinating my phone cases with my outfits.
I looked down at my phone and I saw I had quite a few missed calls and several text messages from Jeromy. I read through a few of them to see what reason Jeromy could have possibly given me for not coming home last night, but my phone rang before I could finish.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
I just grunted. I wasn’t going to let him off of the hook that easily.
“I know you are mad. Please don’t be, though. I couldn’t help it. It was so late when we finally wrapped up our meeting I just crashed here at the office.”