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Bad Apple Epilogue - Claire
I lay on the bed, on my side, with pillows stacked around me. It was close to the baby’s due date, so I’d taken my maternity leave. The strain on my body was a lot greater than what I had imagined it would be, even with it being baby number two. The closer to the due date I arrived, the heavier my body felt. Rogue had pretty much confined me to bed rest until our daughter arrived. He took on the role of care giver, when he wasn’t at work, taking care of both Richard and me. When he was away at the Old Blue Tavern, Mom would be here helping me when I felt like I needed to move around to alleviate some pressure.I was being pampered, and even though it got annoying at times, I loved it.“How are you doing?” Rogue asked, walking into the room.We’d had breakfast a while ago, and he’d left to wash the dishes and do some other chores around the apartment while I rested on the bed. He’d put Richard in his playpen in our room so he could see me. I had my eyes closed, though I wasn’t sleeping
Bad Apple Claire
Sometimes, my mom had a way of just winding me up and getting me into trouble. I was one of the top associates at my law firm. On my way to being a partner. I had worked fucking hard to get where I was. I certainly didn’t have the title babysitter written on my forehead. Yet, that was what my mom had roped me into. Babysitting my stepbrother.He’s older. So, he should have known better.The problem was that didn’t stop him from acting like a big kid. He had problems with drugs, gambling and women.Why women problems?Because instead of chasing women that were single, ones that he could actually hook up with, he had an addiction to only go after the ones that were taken.Oh, and they weren’t taken by just a simple jealous partner. No, he had a death wish by chasing mobsters and policemen’s wives. He always chose the partners that could kill him and get away with it. His gambling problem would have been manageable if he had money to throw away. But like most gamblers, he didn’t have
Bad Apple Rogue
I should’ve called Claire and told her that Kathleen was picking me up. But, Claire was so damn uptight. How we were going to live in the same house was beyond my comprehension. She talked to me like I was fucking stupid most of the time. Just cause I’d been in the joint. I wasn’t dumb. Besides, I hadn’t had any pussy for years. It felt like a fucking lifetime. The last thing I wanted to do when I got out was listen to Claire set down the rules on her place while I was as frustrated as hell. Shit, it made sense to call Kathleen and have her pick me up.She would feed me.Not only my stomach, but my cock too.I just needed to stop at the diner to satisfy one appetite before she satisfied the other. Kathleen had no idea what being in jail for three years meant. I couldn’t jerk off without some guy getting the wrong idea, so guys like me kept themselves to themselves and never thought about sex.I used to fuck morning, noon, and night, it was hard. It was fucking difficult. One time I
Bad Apple Claire
Mom said that Rogue had lost his way and if anyone could put him on the straight and narrow, it had to be me. I wished I had that much faith in him, but I just didn’t. She tried every emotional blackmail in the book to get Rogue to live with me.“Your father would be so proud.”“For the first time since you’ve been a lawyer, you can really help people.”Mom wasn’t happy that I’d decided to join a firm and not the public office like Dad had. Dad had prosecuted a guy whose wife had decided to blow my dad’s brains out after the trial. She didn’t even get life after confessing that she had done it. Just a simple stint in a mental hospital for a little while and she was out. Like there was nothing wrong with what she had done.The only man that had ever truly loved me was gone.The bitch broke my heart and the public office crushed my world. She was walking the streets as if she had done the best thing in the world. I would have thought that the public office would have done more to prot
Bad Apple Rogue
I wanted to say something. Anything to break the fucking ice. But the thought of my dad dying just brought it all home. I shook my head as we got into the elevator. Not only because I felt like I was on the way to the funeral home, but because I couldn’t bear the silence any longer.That was when my phone started to buzz. As the doors closed, it stopped. I didn’t need to look at it to know that there could only be one person calling: Kathleen.“Have you lived here long?” I turned to ask Claire. I was moving in with her whether we both liked it or not. We would have to get along. Small talk seemed to be the only way to break the ice.That was when it dawned on me that I would be staying in this block. I remembered thinking as we drove through downtown that Claire’s apartment would be most likely on Hoover Avenue.Not sure why I thought that?After all, we were practically strangers. Since she graduated from law school, we had never seen each other. Well, part of that was because I had
Bad Apple Claire
“What?” I snarled at Rogue as he stood still as if he was frozen in time. He stared at me as if I was a ghost.I drink beer.I take my shoes off when I get home.Get over it.It didn’t take a genius to guess what was going through his mind. It was written all over his face. Then again, in my profession we were trained to study body language. That way we knew what type of client we were dealing with and knew whether it was a high risk to take them on from the start.“Sure,” he sighed as he awoke from his trance. “Pass it over.” He was the only guy that I had ever had in my apartment. Not that I was a virgin. Just that this was a haven that I had never crossed the line on and let a guy enter. I had always felt if I did go down that road and let them in then they would know the real me.The me I kept hidden.Even from myself.I walked slowly toward him and thought about this big bad boy. He had emerald eyes and dark hair, and when he took off his jacket, I saw he had a body full of tatt
Bad Apple Rogue
I dropped her hand and took my surroundings in for a brief moment. Her room was cold—I’d expected to see red walls and maybe an enlarged photo of her above her bed. I’d imagined a four-poster bed with nets. Her room was nothing like that.There were no photos, nothing personal. It was as if it wasn’t her place, but a showroom. Even that would have had a picture on the wall. Something to make it more inviting. The bedcovers were the same color as the walls and floor, cream. I had been in a few women’s bedrooms, and none of them had been as cold as Claire’s. For a minute it took me by surprise, especially because of the way she was hungry for me. Did this sex-craved woman really live here?Did she rent it because she didn’t want me to know where she really lived?I shook my head and thought about her stripping down like a hooker ready to take her favorite client. There was no misunderstanding about what we were about to do.A whole lot of fucking!I just needed to take my time. I want
Bad Apple Claire
I turned my head slowly, wondering if I was having one of those secret fantasizes again. The ones that seem so real. I shook my head as I realized that it was real. Rogue was lying on my bed with his arm wrapped around me like a blanket. Butt naked.In my bedroom.This wasn't supposed to happen. He would be in his room, I would be in mine, and we would live like strangers.This whole thing had been a mistake. Who was I kidding? I couldn’t help even have a steady relationship with a guy. No guy had even been to my damn apartment, let alone my bed, in FOUR years. How pathetic was that? But, this wasn’t any ordinary guy. This was Rogue. My stepbrother.I gasped as I felt his length brush against my thigh. He moved slightly, and I wondered if he was awake. His breathing picked up as he turned me around, and my erect nipples became aligned with his even though he was six feet tall and would tower over me if we were standing up. I held my breath as he gently pressed kisses up and down my
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