Chapter 4

I must have worn both of us out, not hard to do when you’re recovering as I was. My tongue explored every inch of Heather’s sweet ass, of course, devouring her with considerable relish. She was so fucking yummy, both in that hole and in her slick and warm gash, of course. She had shaved off her bush, but was that for me or someone else, anyway? One could only guess at that point, I thought, as I drifted off to a good, well-earned night’s rest.

I was startled awake hours later by Heather handing me my cell phone, which she had dared to answer for me. The look on her face was one of clear anxiety and anticipation, naturally. I now quickly discovered why. This was no easy or laughing matter, no lighthearted moment at all.

“Mr. Addison, this is Assistant County Attorney Luz Santiago and I’m here with Detective Jane Fukuda and Detective Sergeant Bill Hart of the Maricopa County Sheriff’s Department. We’re following up on the criminal complaints made on your behalf by Dr. Adishree Jakhtar. If possible, we need you to come to the station to make your statement along with any made by witnesses in your case. There’s some major charges pending here,” a relatively junior county prosecutor informed me now over the speaker phone.

“Very well, but I won’t be alone. My colleague will be with me. We work together in mall security, just for the record. She’s been ... a lifesaver, in so many ways. I honestly don’t know what I’d do without her. If this is about what happened to me, yes, this is absolutely a big deal. I have no intentions of going easy on the perps, either. They certainly showed me no mercy,” I grimaced, as Heather began getting me presentable for the authorities.

I definitely wanted to get to this interview in good shape. I looked like an otherwise healthy guy (if you leave out my serious levels of paranoia, by now justified) who was drugged, kidnapped, and assaulted by his own mother, sister, and their friends. I wondered if there would be any witnesses from the Souper Salad, but that was a problem for another time. For now, I had to present my case, the situation as I understood it (bearing in mind that I wasn’t entirely aware of all that transpired), and do my level best to make sure that they all paid the highest price for what they did to me.

I was definitely feeling physically better by now, though far from completely healed, of course. Revenge and hate filled me when I wasn’t distracted by Heather’s affections, of course. The fact that she had my back only made it better. I finally had someone in my life who I could trust, a person who looked out for me instead of just herself. She had been living right under my nose, too. What a fool I was for not seeing it sooner, but my mistrust of everyone, especially those of the fair sex, was quite human and understanable, given my past experience.

“Come on, loverboy ... let’s get this done and go out to eat somewhere. Don’t worry. I won’t take you back to Souper Salad. Great food, but too soon for that, given everything that happened. Maybe Sweet Tomatoes? They have some great focaccia bread, you know! Relax, it’s my car, so I’ll drive this time,” Heather told me as she led me to her ... Jaguar. Jaguar?

My jaw dropping made Heather break out into real laughter now.

“Yeah, I’m a preppy bitch with a trust fund. So sue me! Did you take a closer look at my place?” she pointed out what was actually a townhouse, not an apartment at all.

I just hadn’t paid close attention because I was focused on other things. I hadn’t been awake when she took me home with her the first time. I was more than a little thrown by the idea that this evidently loaded young woman worked with me and took me in for some reason. Did she really like me that way, honestly? Well, at least she knew that I wasn’t after her money. I had rimmed her without even a clue as to her wealth or status.

“Why ... why work as a security guard if you’re that filthy stinking rich? Mom’s not exactly poor, but hardly this well-off, and she goes out of her way not to do an honest day’s work. I just don’t get what’s in it for you!” I exclaimed with some surprise as she pulled onto the road.

“Well, you know how they always say to do what you’d do if money was no object, what you would do for the hell of it? Well, I flunked out of the academy, so next to being a cop, this is the next best thing. Don’t ask me why I flunked out ... other than that I was a bit more of a pampered princess prima donna back then. Daddy lined me up this job and I’ve had it ever since. I was gonna try again to be a cop, but ... well,” Heather blushed a little now.

“But... , “ I waited for the explanation.

“I met this awesome guy and made damn sure that I was in his life until he got past his pain, trauma, and suspicion of all things female enough to be ready for me. Looks like it paid off for me, so not a bad investment, just a little more work and he’ll be caught in my toils for good. Soon enough, I’ll hang my visor cap up and just be his lady. Permanently. Don’t worry. The prenup will protect both of us, babe,” Heather winked as she drove me to the station.

“Wait ... are you asking me to marry you?” I reacted with shock.

“Hell to the yes, babe! Just to be clear ... I’m bi ... We both have our ... secrets, our ways, our needs. It just happens that we both ... want a lot of the same things. We can ... share, you know. The couple that strays together stays together. Just think about it, hon. No woman will ever hurt you with me watching your back,” Heather proposed what sounded a lot like an open marriage to me.

“The only catch will be kicking out anyone who wants to break us up or hurt us,” I noted.

“Any bitch stupid enough to try will have to deal with both of us, won’t they?” Heather’s eyes flashed diabolically.

“I think that you got yourself a deal, honey buns,” I dared to use a pet name with a woman for the first time in my life.

For the first time in six years, I had dared to be truly naked, open, and intimate with a woman, trusting her with my body and soul. Not only had she not betrayed me, she had cared for me, looked out for me, nursed me back to health as much as she could. If Heather didn’t deserve a motherfucking pet name, no woman did. I didn’t need much time to overthink this one. I could trust Heather with my life. She had proven that fact. If that wasn’t a basis for building a life together and growing old with each other, I didn’t know what was.

It wasn’t just love. It was also trust and a real bond created over six years that began when I was a scrawny young adult with barely a high school diploma and even that under the wrong name. Somehow, she had allowed, maybe even encouraged me, to leapfrog over her, an academy dropout, and rise to the head of the security department. I thought long and hard about that one. She had long assured me that she never wanted the job, when it was all but hers ... but why?