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Click hereHe settled with his head on her shoulder and she settled with her head on his. They stayed in that position until they had regained control of their legs.
Morgan rolled over and into Philip. Suddenly the door opened and Andrea ran inside; she jumped on her sleeping parents.
"I want to go to the beach with Grace again." She pleaded, over excited and wearing a bathing suit, Morgan noted irritably.
"Grace, isn't here Andrea. Give Mommy and Daddy a half an hour and we'll go swim in the pool together." She begged.
"Not me." Philip said, still drowsy.
"Yes, you." She assaulted him and kissed him and Andrea did the same.
"Okay, okay." He gave in to his women, holding them both tightly.
The thought of the two people down stairs occurred to both of them at the same time. They looked at each other.
"You go." Philip said. "I don't think I could handle walking in on something like that."
"Tsk. That's why you knock baby." She playfully knocked on his head.
"Would you please go?" He said, rather than asked. "I'm bloody curious."
She pulled on her dressing gown and went downstairs. She found the door open and the pair of them gone. There was an envelope on the bed. There was an emoji face on it, grinning at her with teeth. A heart was drawn around the face. She opened the flap and withdrew something encased in glass. It was a drawing, a sketch, on yellowed paper. It looked a bit like the Mona Lisa, but she was neither smiling alluringly nor looking at the artist. She walked back out and saw Philip sending Andrea to the kitchen to have breakfast.
Wordlessly she held the glass out to him. He took it.
"Son of a bitch." He cursed softly.
"What am I missing." She asked.
"I bid for this when Christie's sold it. Now I know who I lost out to."
"It looks familiar but I can't place it." Morgan said.
Philip chuckled.
"You'll find it in the Raphael book. It's the Head of a Muse."
She whistled softly and looked at it again. Then she laughed.
"Trust Jeff." She said and Philip smiled.
"It must have gone very well."
"All's well that ends well."
END
- COMMENTS
nixroxover 2 years ago0 star - NEVER involve children in these kinds of stories.
For kidnappers death is the easy way out.
I would want them to be tortured for many years.
ohioover 4 years agoFull of tension, and unexpected twists and turns. Like some other readers, I have a hard time accepting the "happy ending" for Jeffry--so it's not super-realistic. But neither are most of the other stories in Loving Wives; and as a fantasy it's a great story!
Thanks, ohio
WhoGivesAShitover 5 years agoStarted like a cheating wife story, but wasn’t. Then it was like a stalker harassment and blackmail story, building that was another red herring as it became a kidnapping mystery. And.... WTF, a psycho ex who needs to be beaten, and has to harass, steal, blackmail, and kidnap ... just so his ex can spank him?
It’s original, but really fucked-up!
26thNCover 5 years agoA decent story, as are all of yours I've read so far, but I agree with the others. No way Jeff lives. Write another story and help him find a bad end.
ColetteJulieover 5 years agoAuthorI kept him alive to see if he was interesting enough to readers to get up to more mischief. Don't think it will happen though.
ScorpioJJalmost 6 years agoThat's the only way this should have gone. If someone had laid a finger on one of my kids or grandkids, there would only be one outcome.
studebakerhawkover 6 years agoJeffrey lays a finger on my child and he gets fixed the same way you fix a dog, feel me?
Pappy7over 7 years agoIt was a little disjointed in places but it got from point A to point B alright. Not really my cup of tea but I enjoy straining myself every once in a while. Phillip and Morgan had a strange relationship, to say the least, but as long as it worked for them, hurrah. However if somebody kidnapped one of my kids they would be dead meat as soon as I could get within eyesight of them, but that was part of the transition in this story. So, I hope you continue to write and to grow within the vast limits of your talent. Thanks for sharing your story and your talent.
