Chapter 136: It Felt Like the World Had Ended
I ended up fucking Amelia again in the back of the car while Donald drove us to the other hotel. It was as if she were dragged along, and I couldn't get enough. Thankfully, the back seat of her car was spacious enough for her to ride me, because I couldn't wait. I knew it was torturing Donald, because the sounds she was making were so erotic. I stayed inside her until he told us we were a couple of minutes away.
She reluctantly climbed off my dick and sat next to me as we fixed our clothes. I pulled her lips to mine as I smoothed down her hair.
"You are so perfect," I said, and she smiled, casting her eyes down. I wouldn't get over how absolutely beautiful our girl was and how much I fucking love her.
When we pulled up to the hotel, we hopped out and let the valet take the car. It definitely smelled like sex, making me chuckle as his eyes darted between Amelia and me. We went inside and checked in. It was the most luxurious hotel I could find nearby; it would have to do. It was much better than Bedwell, where we left a hot, sticky mess. I felt guilty, but I left a few thousand dollars and a note for the housekeeper, apologizing for the mess. The room at this hotel wasn't the largest, but it would do. It had a king-size bed and a sparkling clean whirlpool tub, which was all we really needed. I sent Donald and Amelia to the shower while I ordered room service. We ended up leaving cold food behind at the other hotel, not sure if we could reheat it.
I heard giggles coming from the shower, then moans, before the sounds of flesh against flesh filled the room. I peeked to see her pressed up against the glass shower while Donald fucked her from behind, his hands around her neck as he rammed into her. Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed as she took every inch he had to give her. His muscles rippled as he fucked her, and my mouth went dry. I wanted to join him again, but honestly, I wasn't sure if he was up for it, even though he'd said he would be. He just never mentioned it after that one night a few days ago, so I didn't push.
I felt eyes on me and refocused; her eyes were still closed as she moaned with each hard thrust, but Donald's eyes were on me as he leaned down and kissed her neck, sucking on the flesh. He pulled her breast and squeezed, making her legs give out as she came. I groaned and stepped away from the door; he knew how to make my dick weep. The sound of sex stopped a few minutes later as I heard him groan. I waited patiently for them to rejoin me. Maybe I shouldn't have watched them. I don't know why, all of a sudden, I felt guilty for invading their privacy. Donald came out carrying a limp Amelia and laid her on the bed, a towel wrapped around her waist.
"The water is still hot," I said. I couldn't read his tone, but he didn't seem upset. I nodded and went to the bathroom, not looking at him. I closed my door but didn't lock it. My shower was short and to the point. When I came out, he was standing against the wall. I didn't hear him come in.
"Amelia has passed out," he said softly, and I snorted. Who knew we had a sex goddess on our hands? He tilted his head a little before handing me a towel, and it didn't escape my notice how his eyes trailed over my body with appreciation.
"The food is here," he said in that weird tone again, and I nodded, quickly drying off and wrapping the towel around my growing erection. Why was I so fucking horny right now? I followed him out of the bathroom to the buffet of food I'd ordered. He made a plate and then woke her, who protested.
"Baby girl, I know you haven't eaten since, probably breakfast, so you need to eat something," he cooed, helping her sit up, and she reluctantly sat up and let him.
I focused on my own plate at the small table across the room and heard his deep voice but didn't pay attention to the words. The food was good, and I was starving, so I enjoyed it. I didn't realize how engrossed I was in my plate until he put a plate down on the table and dropped into the seat across from me. He buked over to find her tucked back against a few pillows so she didn't lay flat on a full stomach. He was such a thoughtful man when it came to small things, and I didn't think I would think of that, I guess it comes from being with him before.
"Why did you and your wife divorce?" I asked before I could stop myself. The silence in the room made me look up to find him studying me while chewing slowly.
"Technically, we were never married. We were together for four years before I proposed, and we had Emily in the fifth year and broke up in the sixth. I postponed the wedding when she got pregnant; I was fine eloping, but we went through a rough patch because she wanted an abortion and I wanted to keep the baby." He paused, shuffling his food around his plate. He left me for six weeks and wouldn't answer my calls or texts. I even tried locating her through a private investigator; if it was that important to her not to be a mother. I knew I wouldn't force her to have the child; I just needed to make sure she was okay. She came back still pregnant and told me she was sorry. I had to ligste things out, and we made up; I never was the same, however. I think we worked it out because of Emily. She wanted to model and sail the world with no attachments—that included Emily and me as well. He paused to chew his food.
"She didn't want to be taken care of, and she didn't like that I tried to provide for her, even though she didn't have a penny to her name before we met. After she had Emily, I paid for her to have the best modeling coaches and built a top-of-the-line home gym with everything she wanted to get her body back to the way she needed it to be." His eyes met mine through the silence as I waited for him to share the rest of the story.
"She still hated me; she never once held Emily, never looked at her, or talked to her." His voice cracked, and he looked away, clearing his throat. "She blames me for guilting her into keeping something she didn't want, and I told her she didn't have to stay. I told her if she really didn't want Emily, that I would parent her alone. I had been from the beginning, anyway."
My heart hurt from the pain I could see in his eyes. I know he loves his daughter, so the fact that, even though he only took full custody last year, he was the only constant in her life.
"She was never around, so I quit the shows and spotlight so I could be there with my daughter. On her first birthday, she came to the party with another man in her arms and told me she didn't want to be with a man who was a pussy and didn't respect women's choices. She called me a misogynistic asshole in front of all my friends and left; one week later, I got served with the eviction papers. I had bought our house in her name as a gift for her twenty-fifth birthday, so she kicked me and our daughter out. I didn't fight it; it was just things. So I took my belongings and Emily's and moved in with my parents. They told me to stay and they would help with raising her." He said in a distant tone, and I was appalled by his words and saddened by the mistreatment.
"Just over six months ago, she finally signed over full custody of Emily. I don't know why she waited so long; I have been asking for years, but I think she got tired of having to do everything I wanted for my daughter. So here I am, trying to still work and give my little girl everything she wants and needs to fill the void of not having a mother." He added with a bitter laugh and looked over to still-sleeping Amelia and then back to me.
"You two are the first I have let into my life since that day she walked out on me, and that was so fucking scary. The pain of her rejection of me and my baby was a scar that is still visible. I swore I would never fall in love again; I swore I would always keep Emily my first priority, and I wouldn't let anything come between that. But then I met you, and fucking hell, when I got off that elevator, I swore my heart stopped. Then, when you stopped everything to help find someone for my daughter, a child you didn't even know, I knew I was going to fall head over heels. And when I saw you standing with Amelia outside the hotel, that feeling of possession came over me so strongly that I almost couldn't walk. The two of you bring out something in me that I always knew was in my nature, but no one allowed me to feel before." His eyes glimmered with unshed tears, and I felt my throat constrict with emotion at his words. He glanced at her; one tear fell down his cheek and broke the barrier.
"And when I saw how possessive she was about working with Emily and how happy she seemed, it was almost overwhelming, and I remember thinking maybe she would be the mother figure my daughter never had. It was such a silly thought, but I was so drawn to her that I knew if I started a relationship, it could only be with someone who could love my daughter as much as I do. And when I talk about Emily, the joy and excitement you both have for me and with me brings so much peace. And when I thought I lost the piece of me that made me feel whole again…" he stopped, looking back at me.
"I felt… it like the world had ended."