The Love Of Money - S01 E131

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The Love Of Money - S01 E131

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 131

"Bye, Jess," I said.

"Ma-"

I hung up the phone, and Helen plastered her body against mine as she placed two fingers on my chin, guiding my face back to hers so she could press her lips to mine once more for a heated kiss. We continued like that for several moments, our tongues dueling each other, passing back and forth from one mouth to the other for several long moments until I couldn't help smiling into her lips. She broke the kiss and pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. "What?"

"Thanks for that," said, chuckling. "It was fun. Cathartic, too."

"Do you think she'll show?" Helen asked, grazing her lips across mine once more.

"I don't know. Part of me hopes she'll just stay away. Part of me kind of hopes she tries to show up. I guess that's why I didn't shut her down immediately."

"Do you still have feelings for her?"

I shook my head. "No. I don't know that I ever loved her. I liked her a lot, and she was comfortable, but love? don't think so. Especially now."

Helen sat up but left her hand on my chest, grazing her fingers through my sparse chest hair. "With all the gorgeous women in your life?"

"Yeah," I said, propping myself up on one elbow. "I mean, don't get me wrong. Jessica's a pretty girl. She has some of the best skin you've ever seen. It's kind of like Danni's, only more flawless. She's a little thicker than any of the others, but I think it suits her well, and she was always sweet."

"Until she cheated."

"Yeah. I think she's an opportunist. She was good to me till she found something better. It reminds me a little of Ashlee"

"Speaking of..."

I sighed and looked up at her, sure I looked as exasperated as I felt. "I don't want to take her with me. Especially if I'm supposed to make her feel like I'm interested in her. That's not what this trip is."

"Marcus," Helen said, "you don't have to pursue her. She wants you, so let her think she has a chance, but that doesn't mean you have to make it easy for her. Let her belleve she has to work for it."

"Meaning..."

"Meaning." Helen said, slipping my shirt off my shoulders as she leaned forward and kissed one of them. "You don't have to give up your fun with Erin and Natashya. Use them to goad her on. She's easy to bait." She began trailing little kisses down my chest, pausing at a nipple to suckle gently on it as she looked up at me with those icy blue eyes.

"Helen" I said, gently pushing her off me, "I would love for you to continue, but this isn't why I asked you to come here.

She straightened, looking puzzled, "You still don't trust me."

"I'm getting there," I said, "but I think there's something you can do to help that along."

"I'm listening," Helen said. I could sense her shoulders tensing as she waited for me to explain myself.

"I'd like you to house-sit for me."

For the first time, I saw Helen wholly caught off guard; it felt good.

"I'd like you to stay here, feed my cat, and maybe supervise a little. I'm supposed to have some furniture come while I'm gone." I was enjoying how her confusion wasn't fading. "And I'd also like you to take care of Bobbi."

She arched an eyebrow at me, and I returned her look of intrigue with a smile. "She's going to be here any minute. How about you go to the bathroom and freshen up? You'll know when to come out."

Helen's smile became practically feline, but she took my suggestion and slid off my bed.

"I wasn't lying," she said as she slinked toward the bathroom, unbuttoning her jacket. "I'm already soaking, so don't make me wait too long, sir."

As I watched her, I sincerely hoped I could trust her and confident that, between Bobbi and Henry Psalter, I would know if she got up to anything suspicious. Bobbi detested Helen after what she'd done with us, and I was confident that after this week, Bobbi wouldn't warm to her at all.

About a minute and a half later, there was a slight knock at the door, and I got off the bed and opened it. Bobbi stood there looking lovely in a pink corset trimmed in lace, matching high heels, and a matching silk ribbon around her throat. She'd applied a little lip gloss, making them glisten in the low light of the bedroom lamps, and had used a heavy application of mascara and eyeliner, making her large eyes pop. She looked up at me through them but wasn't smiling. Her face could have been carved from stone for all the expression she was giving me.

"I'm here, exactly how you wanted me," she said without moving from the doorway.

"Good" I said. "Perfect timing. Come on in, Bobbi." I opened the door, stepped aside, and gestured for her to come in. She stared at me in rebellious silence for a long moment and then finally moved into the room. I shut the door behind her.

"Are you settled in?" I asked her, stepping up just behind her.

She whirled to look at me, seemingly unfazed by how close we were to each other. With her jaw set in defiance, she looked me up and down with her cold grey eyes. "Yeah, I guess it's fine."

I snorted. Judging by the state I found her in yesterday with her friend, I suspected this was a serious upgrade for her. 'Fine' was an understatement. I met her defiant gaze with my own, daring her to complain about her accommodations.

We remained like that for a full ten seconds until she pointed at a pair of white heels lying on the floor beside the foot of the bed. "Whose shoes are those?"

"Mine, dear, Helen said.

Bobbi whirled to look behind her and saw Helen leaning against the bathroom door in nothing but a matching white lace lingerie set. Her golden hair spilled over one shoulder as she stared at the pair of us standing near my bed. She gave Bobbi a positively feral smile.

"I understand we're going to spend the next few days together."

To Be Continued....