Bed of Thornes (Bed of Thornes Trilogy Book 1) (16 page)

“The bill has been covered, a gentleman took care of it early this morning. The same gentleman that brought the car in and gave us the go-ahead to do whatever was needed to have it back in running order as well as all cosmetic fixes. He said he owed you.” The man shrugs and holds up the keys in front of me.

I hesitantly take the keys from him, and look over at Jenna, who looks as baffled as myself. I stop to quickly think on who would think they owe me. This can't be Adrian, what would he owe me? My male friends that come to mind don't even know about my accident, and even if any of them did, they wouldn't have a reason to do this. My mind is going in circles, I can't find the answer and won't accept not knowing. I have to thank whoever did this, it's too much.

Jenna steps forward. “Sir, do you have the name of the man that did all of this?”

The man rubs his chin. “I was requested to not give out any information.”

“It's my property, how can you not tell me who had this done to my car?” I ask.

He takes his hand down from his chin and places it on the hood of the car. “You didn't hear it from me. The good deed comes from a man by the last name Clayton.”

“No way, Mr. Clayton did this?” I breathe out, shocked. I look at Jenna.

“Isn't Mr. Clayton a client of yours?” She asks.

“Uh, yeah... he's more than just a client.” I pause, trying to wrap my thoughts around the fact that he did all of this for me.

“Wait... what?” Jenna asks, her face tilted in curiosity.

“Jen, he was the one I got into the accident with that morning, the one I was rushing to work to meet with, and the doctor that was there to care for me at the hospital.”

“Holy fuck.” She looks like she's been hit with something. “That's got to be the wildest coincidental sequence of events I've ever heard.”

“No shit.” My hand goes from my forehead to over my mouth. “I can't believe this, that he would go this far. I know he feels guilty, but he didn't have to do this. I haven't even talked to the man since I left the hospital.”

The man interrupts us by clearing his throat, “Well, ladies, I have to get back to work. Let me know if I can help with anything else. You two have a nice day.” He starts to walk away. “Oh...” He stops and turns towards us. “Fate is a mystery, but there is a reason for everything.” He tips his head and smiles before pressing the garage door opener and going through the door.

The garage door pulls up loudly, and the sun shines brightly as it rises to expose the outside. Fate? I think to myself. I shake it off and turn to face Jenna who is still flabbergasted at everything she just found out and what just happened. I grab her arm and look directly into her face.

“Ready to go?” I ask her, snapping her back to reality.

“Yeah... I'll meet you?”

“Meet me at the Bistro, we'll have some lunch and I'll explain more.”

“Please.” She says and turns to walk back to her car.

I open the door of my car and look inside. This is crazy. I sit down and start the engine, it sounds even better than before the accident. I put both of my hands on the steering wheel and put my head down for a moment, taking it all in. I sit up and put the car in reverse to back out of the garage. I have to thank him, maybe I'll call him after lunch with Jenna.

I meet up with Jenna at Bistro 31 and we choose an outside table with an umbrella that's blocking the sun from our faces. We don't say much at first, both of us still too busy thinking. After a few moments, Jen puts her menu down and looks at me like she's trying to figure me out or something. I lower my menu to meet with her eyes that are burning into me.

“You never told me the details about the accident. What's the deal with this Mr. Clayton, Dr. Clayton for that matter.” She questions.

The waiter walks over to take our drink orders and lets us know she'll be back to take our meal orders shortly. I look back at Jenna and explain everything. I'm sure to not leave out anything. The waiter brings our drinks about half way through and takes our lunch orders in the middle of my explanation. By the time I got through the whole ordeal, our food is on our table. Jenna kept silent the entire time I told her from the beginning of that day to the end. She waited until I finished to make sense of anything left unanswered.

“So, this doctor guy... do you think he has feelings for you?”

“What? No, why?” I ask her, never really thinking of it that way before.

“I don't know, Ronni, it just sounds like he's doing this for more reasons than feeling guilty. I think he's into you.”

I stop and suddenly feel ashamed I hadn't already noticed the possibility. Adrian instantly hits my thoughts. I don't want him to know, about any of this, it's just too awkward.

I
drive home, still pondering on how to approach Mr. Clayton about what he did for me. I'm not sure how to feel about it all. I get inside and head straight for my laptop, I didn't bother with my email on my phone since I had so much on my mind once we got to the car shop. I turn my laptop on and check my phone while I wait for it to boot. No calls or texts from Adrian. I think back briefly on our meet and fuck this morning in my studio.

As soon as the screen finishes loading, I click on my email icon and wait for it to bring up any new messages. As I delete the junk, I run into what I've been waiting on, a message from a local shop that I emailed. I click it open, hoping to find something out.

Ms. Thorne,

Thank you for contacting us concerning the gift you received. After looking into our recent records, we have found a similar item to what you described of the personalized paint brushes, which shows that they were purchased by the last name Clayton. At this time, that is the only information that we are allowed to disclose without you coming into the shop. Please contact us if you need further help.

I don't need any more than that. Oh my God. What is the deal? First he rescues me from the accident and rushes to the hospital to care for me, then he completely restores the car, and now I find out the paint brushes are from him as well! I don't know, maybe Jenna is right. This can't keep happening. I know he feels guilty, but he's done enough, and if there's more to it than that... well... I just can't let that happen, period.

I text Jenna to let her in on what's going on, to see what advice she can give me on how to confront Mr. Clayton. She basically tells me to be straight-forward about it all and see what he says. I don't have time for this. All I can think about is Adrian. Why is he acting so cold towards me today? It couldn't be because of last night, it wasn't that serious. I mean, sure he wanted to stay, but is it really that big of a deal? I hope something else isn't bothering him that I don't know about. I re-think the act of calling Mr. Clayton right now, I'm not ready for that. Instead I pick my up phone and dial Adrian's number.

“Hello?” He picks up after the third ring.

“Hey... are you busy?” I ask him sweetly.

“I'm getting ready to head to my boy's house to rehearse for a show I have coming up. Why, what's up?”

“Oh... nothing... just wanted to see if you had a moment to talk, but if you're busy...”

“Talk about what?” He asks me with a tone that still isn't as warm as before.

“Are you doing alright, Adrian?”

“I'm good.”

I roll my eyes to myself. “No, I mean, is something bothering you? Something that you're not telling me?”

“Like I said, I'm good. Just a lot on my mind lately. Nothing that I can pin point to tell you, but it's all cool. You alright?” His voice starts to warm just enough for me to feel like maybe my mind has been tripping for no reason.

“I'm okay. Have thought about you a lot today. Was hoping to spend some time tonight, but I understand you have things to do, so it's cool.”

“I can always come over afterwards, if you'll be up.”

“What time do you think you'll be done?”

“It's hard to say exactly, but maybe around midnight.”

“Okay, that sounds good, would love to see you.”

“You got it, I'll text when I'm on my way.” I can envision his wink, my hormones rage instantly at the thought of it.

I'm glad he didn't ask about the car. I need to think of something to tell him so he doesn't get upset all over again, thinking something he doesn't need to think. Apparently it doesn't take much to make him feel in some type of way. That's not good with what we have going on. He might not last long in this sort of agreement. I think his feelings get hurt too easily, or he's attached in a way he shouldn't be. Either way, I'm not going to dwell on it, I'm just trying to enjoy it to the fullest. Like Jenna says, less worrying and more fun.

While waiting for Adrian, I take time to get a few things done for the last couple projects I have left to complete for the Triple R's. Those are coming up in a short time from now, I'll be happy when they're over. I love what I do, but at this point in my life, the added stress of pleasing others is not working so well for me. Unless, of course, it's Adrian I'm pleasing, I can handle any time. A smile erupts on my face and I bite my lip at the visual of him coming to mind. Damn, he's so sexy, I could never get tired of looking at him.

An idea comes to mind, maybe he'll let me paint him. That would be the perfect stress relief. To paint something that I enjoy and that makes me feel the way he does, is exactly what I need. The combination of passions, could do me a lot of good. Plus, it would be a way of exploring his body in a whole new light. I may just mention this to him when he comes tonight. Well, I might make him come first, then talk.

I get the text that he's on the way, it's eleven fifty nine. He's early. I snicker to myself. I take a glance in the mirror before heading downstairs to wait for him to arrive. I text him telling him to come right in when he gets here. I unlock the door and go to the kitchen to get a bottle of wine. As I reach up for the glasses, I hear the door. I turn around and see him walking in. With a tired look on his face, he lays his keys on the stand by the door and looks up at me through the hall where I'm standing and staring at him. I smile and blush before turning back to grab the wine and glasses to bring into the living room.

I set everything down on the coffee table and sit on the couch, patting on the cushion next to me to let him know he can have a seat. We haven't said a word to each other yet, but the way we greeted one another with our eyes was enough. I open the bottle of wine and pour two glasses and hand one to him, taking a sip of my own. He's sitting beside of me, with his glass in hand, and his eyes locked on me. I decide whether I should speak or just show him how much I have thought of him all day.

Without a word, I lay back on the couch so I can untie my peach colored silk robe, exposing my naked body underneath. I sit up and lean closer to him, pulling at his shirt, letting him know I want him to join. He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor. Before I can catch my breath, we're both completely naked, fucking on the couch. His kisses are deep and his penetration feels more full than usual. My body is in ecstasy.

I'm holding his arms, pinning them to the cushions. Sitting upright and facing him, I want to fuck him until his warm cum is covering the inside of my throbbing pussy. His cock, like smooth velvet, the feel of it glides inside deeply and I moan while clenching onto his hair with one hand and pulling his head backwards slightly. I want more, I want him to give me more. I stand up, both of us breathing heavily, aching to release.

“Come with me.”

I lead him upstairs. I open the door at the end of the hall. It's a small room, one that nobody ever goes into. It's been awhile since I've been here myself. I turn the light on and walk in, bringing him in with me. The room is dimly lit, the colors are of earth tones. On one end, there sits a tall dresser that holds the finest toys money can buy. On the other end, a bench made for positioning. Above us, ropes dangle from a stablilized bar located directly in the center of the room. No beds, only pillows piled around the floor and a long table in the middle that sits under the bar that's above.

I watch Adrian as he looks over the room, taking it all in. There's a bit of fear, excitement, and shock in his expression. My pussy feels like a kid in a candy store, I want it all. It's time to show him the part of me he's been asking to get to know... the real me.