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2026-10-18 23:35:28
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HE PAID ME TO FORGET MY SON…NOW I WORK FOR HIM 62. CAR KISS
🌹TESSA🌹 The silence in the car was louder than anything either of us had said. My breath came fast and short, and I heard every one of them. The engine hummed under the floor. The turn signal ticked twice, and the car swung around a corner and straightened out again. The edges of my tablet case dug into my palms, and I did not loosen my grip. Raymond did not look away from me. He sat with one arm along the back of the seat and his head turned toward me, and he did not blink. A muscle moved in his jaw and went still, then moved again. His eyes went to my mouth, and they stayed there while my chest rose and fell between us, and I could feel my own pulse beating in the side of my neck where he was looking. I had said it. I had said it out loud to his face, and now I sat there with my cheeks burning and waited for the voice he used in boardrooms. He shook his head slowly. "No, Tessa." His voice came out lower than I had ever heard it, and the sound of my own name in it made my sto
HE PAID ME TO FORGET MY SON…NOW I WORK FOR HIM 61. IS THAT PROFESSIONAL?
🌹TESSA🌹I froze with one knee already off the mattress. He had said my name.I looked back over my shoulder. His eyes were closed. His breathing had not changed. His hand had tightened on me out of habit and nothing more, and he was still deeply asleep.He would not remember any of this when he woke up. He had not remembered the night he fell through my door, and he would not remember this either.I worked his fingers off my waist one at a time. I took the spare pillow from the far side of the bed and slid it into the space against his chest, and his arm came around it at once and pulled it close, and his cheek settled against the top of it. I stood at the foot of the bed with my arms wrapped around my elbows and watched him hold it.I should have felt relieved. What I felt sat in my throat and would not go down, and I stood there with it for longer than I could have explained to anyone.I opened the nearest suitcase as quietly as I could. The tissue paper crackled so loudly that I
HE PAID ME TO FORGET MY SON…NOW I WORK FOR HIM 60. STAY STILL TESSA
🌹TESSA🌹Dinner came up a little after seven. Two waiters wheeled in a cart with silver lids and set the table by the window without saying anything, and one of them pulled my chair out before I could reach for it.Raymond sat across from me with his phone propped against his water glass. He had taken off his jacket and rolled his sleeves to his elbows. I looked at his forearms once, and then I looked at my fish.We did not talk. His fork tapped his plate and my knife scraped mine. A car horn sounded somewhere far below the window, and we both turned our heads toward it at the same time and then turned them back.I cut the fish into pieces smaller than it needed. I lifted one to my mouth and put it down again. I had not eaten much since the plane, but my stomach felt full anyway, and I knew exactly why.There was one bed in this room. There was one bed, and he was sitting three feet away from me eating dinner as if it were any other dinner."You're not eating," he said, without looki
HE PAID ME TO FORGET MY SON…NOW I WORK FOR HIM 59. I DON’T WANT TO SHARE MY DAD
❄️DWAYNE❄️"Yeah. With her boss."Wayne lifted one shoulder and let it drop, the way a person does when he is mentioning something that does not matter. "She left this morning. She's coming back in three days."I kept my arm out with the books still in my hand, and I did not move it.With her boss.I did not have to ask who that was. I only had to count. My father had left on a business trip this morning, for three days, and I had sat at the kitchen counter and let him say goodbye to the side of my head. Now a boy wearing my face was telling me his mother had left on a business trip this morning, for three days, with the man she worked for, and she worked in my father's building.The garden went very quiet around me. I could hear the fountain, and one bee somewhere in the hedge, and my own breathing, which I made slower on purpose."Are you okay?" Wayne asked.I looked at him. He was tilting his head a little, waiting, with nothing in his face except real concern, and it made somethin
HE PAID ME TO FORGET MY SON…NOW I WORK FOR HIM 58. SOMEONE TO WAIT FOR
🫧WAYNE🫧Rhiannon made me eggs before she left for work, the same way Mama does, except she stood by the stove the whole time looking nervous about it, like the eggs might jump out of the pan if she looked away."Eat it all," she said, sliding the plate in front of me. "And this." She set the little orange bottle down next to my juice, already shaking one pill out into her palm. "Your mama wrote down exactly how to do this, so I'm not messing it up.""I know how to take it myself," I said."I know you do. I just want to watch the first time. Make sure I'm doing my part right."I swallowed it with the juice and she watched my throat like she actually expected to see it go down, which made me laugh a little, and she smiled like that was the whole point of doing it that way."I have to go to work now," she said, crouching down to my level. "You remember the rules?""Garden only. Don't go past the fountain. Don't talk to strangers." I counted them off on my fingers the way I always did.
HE PAID ME TO FORGET MY SON…NOW I WORK FOR HIM 57. HE PLANNED IT
♠️RAYMOND♠The manager played his part better than I expected him to.I'd given him the instructions before any of us left the city, a short list delivered through a single phone call that took less than two minutes. Tell me there's only one suite available. Act surprised when I ask why. Apologize enough to make it convincing. I hadn't expected him to commit to it the way he did, hands twisting, voice cracking at exactly the right register, the whole performance so complete that somewhere in the middle of it I actually felt the old reflex rising in my chest, the one that wanted to fire him on the spot for incompetence, before I remembered, half a second too late, that the incompetence belonged to me.I don't know what this is, whatever version of myself I've been running for the past week. Staging a room shortage like some teenager engineering a reason to stay close to someone. Buying out half a boutique because watching her try on clothes gave me more satisfaction than closing a nine
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