Happy For Them
Isha
I missed them so very much. Before they left, Dawson gave me the code to the front door of the house. He said they would be radio silent while on this mission, and they didn’t know how long it would take. They needed to do surveillance and then finalize a plan. I got one text from each of them, telling me how much they missed me and that they would see me soon. Each of them sent me a picture.
Dawson sat in a pilot’s seat, smiling at the camera, with a headset on and sunshades. His white T-shirt was tight across his broad chest. So yummy.
Davis had on a pair of cargo pants in different color greens, a black t-shirt, his muscles bulging as he leaned up against the plane’s doorway. He was smoldering at the camera. He sent a text with it that said, ‘call me Derek Zoolander’. It made me laugh.
Ford sent a picture of him with his arms crossed, legs spread in black cargo pants and a black t-shirt, his blonde hair whipping in the wind. He had a smirk on his face and he reminded me of Iceman in Top Gun, played by Val Kilmer. He was so f*cking hot. Both Val and Ford. I chuckled at my thoughts.
Mic was in a seat on the plane, a drink in his hand and a wide smile on his face. His lip ring was gone, and I suspected on missions he took it out. He had on a dark green tank, his inked-muscled arms were gorgeous. The whole man was f*cking gorgeous. His brown hair was styled, his brown eyes twinkled, he was s*x on two legs.
I made a collage so I could have them on my lock screen. Whenever I missed them, which was constantly, I tapped my phone and looked at them.
“You miss them, don’t you?”
I looked up and smiled at my mom.
“Yeah, a lot. It’s weird how fast they burrowed in my heart. Mama, do you think I am enough for them?”
“Yes, Isha, and from the way they treated you last weekend and even your Nana and I, shows how much they care about you. Don’t let what Jason did to you keep you from finding happiness. You deserve all the happiness and so do those
boys.”
I nodded. My phone suddenly rang, and I looked at the caller ID. I didn’t recognize the number, but what if it was one of the guys, and for some reason they couldn’t get a hold of me on their phones?
“Hello?”
“Baby, when are you coming home? I miss you so much. My life is falling apart without you.”
“Ugh! Jason, stop calling me. You wanted this, now live with it!”
I hung up. I looked at my mom and she was smirking.
“Good girl. F*ck that man, I knew he would regret this. I bet all his clients pulled out from him when word got around of what he did. Reputation is everything in his type of job. No one wants a realtor that would cheat on his wife. They wouldn’t know if he was cheating them out of their money.”
“Wow, you think?”
“I know, honey. When you’re in a career that is basically built by reputation alone, it’s crucial to have a good image and he doesn’t. I bet he is losing clients left and right, and he needs you to look like the family man he desperately wants to look
like,”
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“Well, he can have that with Madilyn, because no way in h*ll am I ever going back to him. Especially not after the four men
I’ve had that treated me way better in the two weeks I’ve known them than Jason had in the last three years.”
She nodded, and then we went and joined Nana outside by her pool. We had sweet tea and little cucumber and cream cheese sandwiches. They asked a lot of questions about the guys and when I admitted that yes, I’d slept with all of them at once and alone they whooped with cheers.
“You two are crazy. I can’t believe you’re acting like this just because I got laid.”
“Not because you got laid, but because you got laid by the four hottest men we have seen in a long time. Not counting Robert and Mark of course,” Nana said.
“Speaking of Robert and Mark. I’m moving on with my love life. What about you two?”
My mom squirmed in her seat and Nana smiled wickedly.
“Your mother went on a date on Saturday, and she didn’t come home until last night, right before you showed up.”
“Oh really? Do tell,” I said, teasing mom.
I couldn’t stay in the boys’ house without them there. It felt empty, and I didn’t like feeling alone. Although I did steal a T-shirt from each of their rooms. I sprayed cologne that each wore on their individual shirts so I could smell them while I slept. I slept like a baby, with their scent all around me last night.
“We had a lovely dinner and I may have had a little too much to drink. So he offered me his guest bedroom since dinner was at his house. I accepted. He may have slept with me in the same bed. He held me all night. It was lovely.”
“He just held you?” I asked incredulously. I thought Uncle Mark would have more game than that.
She cleared her throat, her face going beet red. I smiled and Nana started cackling.
“He woke her up with his tongue in her cunny, and then he gave her two more orgasms, making love to her,” Nana blurted.
“Mom!” my mom shouted and then covered her red face with her hands.
“Mom, it’s okay,” I said, laughing. “You deserve love just as much as any of us.”
“He asked me to marry him this morning,” my mom said, dropping that bombshell on both of us. I looked at Nana and her
mouth was wide open.
“You didn’t tell me that!” Nana screeched.
“What did you say?” I asked her. Please say yes, please tell me it’s a yes. I silently prayed.
Mom put her hand in her blouse pocket and pulled out a beautiful emerald and diamond ring. She put it on her finger.
I squealed, and both Nana and I popped up from our patio chairs and hugged her.
“Oh sweetie, I’m so happy for you,” Nana exclaimed.
“Mom, this is fantastic. Where’s Uncle Mark now?”
“I told him I wanted to tell you guys on my own. He’s over the moon. He asked if I wanted a big wedding, but I just want to get married at the Justice of Peace and have a nice honeymoon.”
“I think that’s a wonderful idea,” I said.
“He thought so too. So, tonight we are getting married, and then he’s taking us out to dinner.”
“Tonight? We have to go shopping and find you a beautiful dress,” I said,
“Well, I have that white suit that I bought for my friend’s garden party last year. I sent you a picture of it, remember?”
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“Absolutely not. You are not wearing a suit to your wedding and one you’ve already worn, Nana said.
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With that, we all went shopping. Dawson informed me that radio silence meant they wouldn’t have their phones on them. So I knew sending them pictures wouldn’t disturb them. In the dressing room at the store we were at, I took pictures of myself in my underwear, both front and back. Then I tried on three dresses, and posed for pictures and sent them out. Then I did something extremely naughty. I stripped completely bare. I set my phone up on a little shelf that was beside the mirror where you could put your phone and keys. I put a timer on my phone and I posed on the bench. My legs spread wide, two fingers in my p*ssy, my other hand palming my breast, and I threw my head back like I was in the throes of ecstasy. I then took a picture of my p*ssy close up. After cropping the one of myself on the bench, I sent them all in the Truth or Dare thread. I couldn’t help giggling, thinking about their responses.
I chose a rose-colored, off-the-shoulder satin dress that stopped just above my knees. There were ruffles along the top of the dress that went around my shoulders and to my back.
I stepped out and saw my mom in a long cream-colored mermaid dress. There were white pearls all across the bodice.
“Oh, mom, you look stunning.”
“You think so? Not too much?”
“No mom, not too much.”
Nana came out in a light blue ankle dress, with three-quarter lace sleeves. Mom and I exclaimed about how gorgeous she looked as she did various poses, like when she was a model.
“Robert is going to eat his heart out seeing you in that,” I said.
“Well, that’s not the only thing Robert is going to eat out tonight,” Nana teased.
Mom and I burst out laughing. My Nana was too much sometimes. But I loved it. I loved how close we all were. They really were my best friends.
Later that night, tears ran down my face as I recorded my mom marrying a man she had loved for a long time but wouldn’t admit it. Uncle Mark blubbered through his vows and he was so happy. The smile on his face was radiant.
“Ellie,” Uncle Mark sobbed. “I have loved you from the moment Danny introduced you to me. But he was my best friend, and he loved you too. I never married because no one could ever compare to you. I was devastated when Danny died, and I was devastated that there was nothing I could do to help you through your grief. But I’ve waited and watched for when you were ready to open your heart again, and I am the luckiest man to be the one you chose to love. I love you so much, and you becoming Mrs. Jenson has made me the happiest man alive.”
Mom was beaming.
“Mark, I loved Danny so much. We had a wonderful marriage. He was a wonderful man, husband, father and friend. But I’ve held a secret for the last twenty-six years from you. I’ve always loved you too. I secretly hoped that the two of you would share me. But I never voiced my fantasy, because I didn’t want to destroy any of us. But I have loved you for twenty-six years. I used to hate seeing you on dates, and when you dated Vanessa for six months, I thought she was the one that was going to be your wife, and I almost lost it. Danny knew my feelings. Unbeknownst to me, until one night he brought up a solution that I agreed to. He was actually going to bring it to your attention and suggest a union of the three of us, but then he died, and I was just as devastated as you were. He loved you like a brother and was willing to bring my dream to fruition, and I think he would be happy to see us married and in love. I love you Mark and being Mrs. Jenson is a dream come true.”
The JOP pronounced them husband and wife shortly after. Nana and I cheered when they kissed. Afterward, we went to dinner at Sabor de Lujo and had the best Mexican food ever, in my opinion.
I watched as Mark doted on my mother. He couldn’t stop touching her, and she blossomed under his attention. I couldn’t
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“You leave in two days, we’ll miss you,” Nana whispered to me. She was beaming, watching my mom and Mark. Robert
sat next to Nana and I saw his hand on her leg.
“Nana, I think you’ll be just fine,” I said, looking at her leg pointedly.
“I told him to make sure he was ready. He said he’s been ready for the last couple of years. I think I’ll be just fine too.”
I giggled, happy for them both.
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Isha
Home, or I guess my home at the moment. After collecting my bags from the baggage carousel, I Ubered to the guy’s house. The guy that was driving me had the same reaction as the one when I first came here.
“You guys are rich as f*ck aren’t you?” the young guy said, gawking at the house.
“Well, the people that own it have their own security business. They’re well off,” I said, no need to let him know that yes, I am rich as f*ck.
“I say. One day I hope to be this rich. I’m working on my degree to become one of the best architects this world has ever seen. Look, these are my designs,” he said, pulling out his phone. I didn’t want to be rude, so I looked at his pictures.
“Wow, these are really good, you have some major talent. You go to CU Denver?” I asked.
“Yeah, CU Denver College of Architecture and Planning. I’m in my last year. I’ve worked my a*s off for some scholarships, but I didn’t get enough to pay for the rest of the schooling. So, I do this, and then bar tend at a Scooters Pub.”
“Oh, I like that place. What’s your name? Do you have a card?”
He beamed at me. He was a cute kid. I snorted at my thought, he was probably only a couple of years younger than me. But he was adorable in that, I’ve never had a heartbroken kind of way, and I was ready to rule the world. I envied him.
He handed me a card for his driving services.
“I also drive privately when I can, so if you ever need a ride, let me know.”
“Thanks James,” I said, reading the name on the card. He happily helped me with my bags. I gave a twenty-dollar cash tip, and tipped him another ten on the Uber app with five stars. He honked and I waved. I looked at his card. James Camden, Driver. That’s all it said with a phone number.
I had a plan for James Camden. He shouldn’t have to work so hard to make ends meet. I didn’t lie when I said his designs
were good. They were actually phenomenal.
I looked at my phone to check the time. It was too late for what I wanted to do, so I decided tomorrow would have to be
soon enough. I punched in the code for the front door and with a sealed puff of air it opened.
I kind of felt like I was intruding, but I knew that was ridiculous because they offered. Dawson mentioned my room was
ready for me. Up the stairs and all the way down the hall. He said they gave me the master bedroom, which I had protested, but he said it was a done deal. But I had a feeling we’d all be pretty much sharing my room, so maybe the
master was the best idea.
I made my way there with my many bags. I had to buy a whole other suitcase for everything the guys bought me and some of the things I bought myself. I needed the clothes anyway since I left most of my other clothes at Jason’s house.
I wonder if he and Madilyn have moved in together yet? Are they already planning their wedding? Ugh, snap out of it, who
cares?
I opened the last door down the hall and gasped. The room was huge and incredible. The walls were white, as was the carpet. It was a really plush carpet. I had kicked my shoes off at the front door and I could feel the carpet under my toes. The furniture was black with copper accents that went well with the white in the room. There were two vanities that I swooned over. They were ash lilac, and the little seat cushions were covered in a deep royal purple. There was a silver tray on one vanity and nothing but the glass top on the other. Both mirrors on them were huge. I looked over at the bed. It was a f*cking Alaska King bed. Yep, a bed for all of us. I smiled at the two royal purple comforters that covered the bed
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and the bazillion pillows all in different shades of purple. Was this why Ford asked me my favorite color? I set my bags down and walked around the room. There was so much space. On one side of the room were huge windows with dark purple blackout curtains tied back. The windows look out into the backyard where the pool, deck and fire pit were. I walked to some double doors and threw them open. Again, I gasped. It was a walk-in closet, one side for hanging your clothes, the other with many shelves, some built-in drawers, and a place that looked like you could store jewelry in. There was a fancy shoe rack that looked like one of the guys put together next to the shelves. Did they think I had a gazillion shoes? I chuckled, they obviously thought I was some high-end girl. I really hate to disappoint them.
I walked out of the closet and opened another door and walked into my dream bathroom. There were double vanity sinks,
a room just for the toilet with its own door. The shower was big and could fit probably three people easily and beside that
was a beautiful oval, jetted tub. There was a lot of space here too. I swear a whole family could live in this bedroom alone.
I got busy hanging up my clothes in the closet and putting away my underwear and sleepwear. I barely took up a quarter of the closet. I had to laugh. The shelves had three pairs of heels on them, two pairs of tennis shoes and some ballet flats. The shoes I kicked off downstairs were just my flops.
Hungry, I went to the kitchen. There wasn’t much, so I just ordered a pizza and some drinks and put on a movie. I checked my phone for the hundredth time. Still no answer from the guys. I haven’t heard from them since they left on Sunday night, and it is now Thursday. Be patient, Isha, and don’t worry about them. They are professionals. The doorbell chimed, I got my food and, not caring to eat alone in the dining room, I brought it all to the living room. I wanted to explore the house more, but food was a must. I turned on the t.v. and found Practical Magic on. I squealed a little, it was one of my favorite movies. I flipped the pizza lid open and started to chow down. The next movie was Murder by Numbers and I checked the guide on the t.v. every movie on this channel was a Sandra Bullock movie. It must be her birthday, and they are celebrating by playing all her movies. Since she was one of my favorite actresses, I approved.
I was really lethargic after eating half the pizza and I decided to forgo the solo tour of the house. I laid down on the couch to watch the Sandra Bullock thriller.
The next thing I knew I was waking up from one of the best sleeps I have ever had. This couch was so comfortable. I looked at my phone. It was nine in the morning. Wow, I got over twelve hours of sleep. Must have been jet lag. Remembering the plan I wanted to do I googled the Colorado University financial department.
Fifteen minutes later, I was talking to Jorge, who was a chipper man in the morning and was eager to help.
“You want to pay for this young man’s entire schooling. He has some scholarships, but it’s still a significant amount.”
“I do. He has a very promising future and I just want him to concentrate on his studies and not worry about paying his bills. I also want to put money on his student card for his meals and whatever else it’s used for.”
“And how would you like to pay for this ma’am?” he asked, a little astonished.
Since I was given a black card with no limit on it by my Uncle Mark that had my funds connected to it, I informed Jorge that’s how I wanted to pay. He choked on his own saliva.
“You’re like his fairy Godmother. Does he have any clue you are doing this?” Jorge asked.
“No. I just met him last night. He was my Uber driver from the airport. He was a really sweet person and I had the pleasure of seeing some of his work. He seemed like a hard worker and his attitude was amazing.”
“Wow, that’s just incredible. Well, he’s going for his Masters of Architecture, and he’s on an accelerated program. Looking at his record, he’s a very smart young man. He fast tracked everything. His workload is astronomical, and if you are saying he is also working, I am amazed he can find the time to sleep. He’s almost done. His scholarships cover half his cost. The other half is fifty-two thousand eight hundred and ninety-four dollars. Also, how much would you like to put on his student card?”
“How much time does he have left before he graduates?” I asked.
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He still has a year.”
And how much does a student usually use on a student card?”
1 would say about five thousand. That covers meals, books, and accessories or recreational games he wants to attend
where they sell souvenirs, ect.”
“Okay, let’s triple that, and will he get the money if there is anything left?”
Yes, it will all be his to-do what he wants.”
“Excellent.”
Jorge and I finished our transaction and I asked if there was somewhere I could send a gift to James.
“You can send it to the Campus Dorm lounge at Lynx Crossing, just make sure his name is on it.”
Thank you, Jorge. You’ve been a great help.”
“Thank you Isha, you have a wonderful morning.”
There was something about James that told me he was going to be big and important to my future.
I took a quick shower and dressed in some cut-off blue jean shorts and a red tank top. I put my black hair up in a high ponytail and put on my flops by the door.
I took one of the guys’ vehicles and I ran to a CVS and got some stationery and a small box of envelopes. I then ran to my bank and got a special card to put twenty-five thousand on. I wrote a letter to James.
Dear James,
My name is Isha Ryan. You picked me up at the airport last night, and I was really impressed by your talent and enthusiasm. I have a feeling your future is going to be bright. I have paid off your student loans, and put fifteen thousand on your student card. When you graduate, please contact me. I’d like to invest in your future. I am also sending you a card with twenty-five thousand on it. Please quit your jobs and concentrate on your studies, and have some fun. My email is IslaGold@g*******m, just put your name in the subject line, so I know it’s you. I hope to hear from you in a year’s time.
Isha Ryan
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