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Chapter 6 “I’m so glad we’re finally getting a break!” Brenda said as she took her seat. “Uh huh,” Rick said, checking his messages. “Please tell me that you’re not going to be on your phone the entire weekend,” Brenda said, in a half-joking tone. The plane was still being boarded, and she secretly worried that one of Rick’s sons was going to spoil her plans. “What? Uh, no,” Rick said, realizing what he was doing. “Sorry, I was just finalizing things with Justin and Will. It won’t happen again.” Rick put his phone in his pocket before leaning over and kissing Brenda. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she chided. “I can’t help it. Worrying is what parents do best.” “They’re fine, Rick,” Brenda pressed. “Ry and Kyle are with responsible adults, and Justin seems very capable of taking care of Charlie. The way he calmed Charlie down should be testament enough, don’t you think?” “Yeah, I suppose so,” Rick conceded. “Then let’s finally focus on us and our time together, at least for the next two days.” “You’re right,” Rick said, taking Brenda’s hand in his. “I always am,” she mocked and put her head on his shoulder. The flight from Washington to Chicago was smooth and uneventful. After landing and getting their bags, Rick rented a car and drove to the hotel. The conference wasted no expenses. It wasn’t the grandest of places, but it definitely was the nicest Rick had ever been in. “I can’t believe this place,” he said. “We even have a view of Lake Michigan!” “One of the many perks of dating one of the organizers,” she said, as she joined him at the window. “How did I ever get so lucky?” “I’m still trying to figure that part out,” Brenda joked. “Billy would hate being up this high,” Rick said absentmindedly. Brenda gave an unnoticed annoyed look and said, “Yes, but he’s not şişli travesti here.” “I know. Sorry.” The couple unpacked and made their way to the lobby. They made their way to the conference room, where Brenda met with her fellow organizers, while Rick milled about. His job had required him to go to similar conferences, and he thought they were all very boring. None were as nice as the one Brenda helped put together, however. Rick decided to check his messages real quick and saw one from Billy. It was from a rest stop bathroom. Although his face wasn’t in the picture, Rick definitely recognized his son’s erect genitals. Rick felt the familiar twinge in his pants and hastily deleted the image. He made two mental notes: 1. To tell Billy to stop sending nudes, and 2. To burn the image in his mind for later. Rick felt the pangs of guilt set in. He cared about Brenda, and it was nice to have someone closer to his own age to be intimate with, but he was still madly in love with his middle son, whom he had been having an affair with since the boy was 11. Back when it all started, Rick was still married to Billy’s mother. Rick had never really been attracted to men or boys prior, and he still wasn’t for the most part. Sure, occasionally, he would look twice at a guy he found attractive or sometimes see a boy who reminded him of his son. He was even on a few apps and talked to a couple of hot twinks with daddy fetishes; unfortunately, his heart belonged solely to Billy, and no matter how much he liked Brenda, he just didn’t feel the same way about her. “Whatcha doin’?” Brenda said from behind. Rick jumped and nearly dropped his phone. Thankfully, Brenda misread the look on Rick’s face and made a joke about catching him with his phone again. He accepted the inadvertent excuse, and apologized once more. Rick spent most of his time site seeing while Brenda finished setting up. For dinner, they went to the hotel restaurant. Brenda was very well-dressed. The 29-year-old wore a black, sequin gown with matching heels and clutch purse, which went beautifully with her long, raven hair. Rick felt very under dressed in his polo shirt and jeans. After apologizing for his appearance and being told he looked fine, they were escorted to their table. Rick couldn’t help but notice some of the eyes his girlfriend was catching. A waiter came by and took their wine order. Rick wasn’t a big wine drinker, so he let Brenda pick the bottle. Rick opened the menu and looked at the prices; he nearly choked. “Wow. I hope the food is good at these prices.” Brenda opened her menu and couldn’t hide her own shock. “We could go somewhere else if you’d rather? I think there’s a taco truck around the corner.” “You’re just a tad over dressed, I’m afraid,” Rick quipped. “I think I beylikdüzü travesti can afford it, so long as we only get water.” Rick flipped the menu over and added, “Nope. The water is nearly $100 a glass.” “Damn,” Brenda chuckled. “And, I was hoping for that water salad I heard so much about.” The couple laughed as the waiter brought them a wine from either California or Oregon. They carefully gave their orders. Despite his recent promotion and raise, the prices were very close to his financial limits. In the end, they decided to share their food, so they could feel richer than they really were. They talked until the waiter returned with their first appetizers. They split the items up and took a bite of the stuffed mushrooms. “Not bad,” Brenda said. “Though, Ry does a better job.” “Yeah, definitely not worth the price, but they could’ve been worse,” Rick said. “True. You could’ve made them,” Brenda laughed. “I’ll have you know that I’m a much better cook than I used to be.” “Oh God. Those poor boys!” Brenda said, feigning horror. Rick took the ribbing and they laughed. Brenda then said, “You need another cook in the house.” “Billy and Charlie help a lot. I mean, Charlie is better than Billy and I, but none of them are as bad as I am.” “I get that,” Brenda agreed. “But, there’s also the laundry, dishes, cleaning and everything else.” Rick looked confused, almost offended. “The boys do their chores, including their own laundry. Are you saying my house is a pigsty?” “No,” Brenda said quickly. “Not at all, honey. I’m just saying that, with school coming up, maybe you and the boys need an extra set of hands.” “I can’t afford a house keeper. I’m glad Ry is sixteen, so I no longer have to hire a babysitter for Charlie.” Brenda set down her shrimp fork, looked Rick in the eyes and plainly said, “I meant me. I meant that, maybe, it’s time I moved in.” Rick was caught off guard and dropped his own fork. “Move in?” “Yes,” she said. “I don’t know,” he said. “I never gave it much thought, to be honest. I guess I figured you’d never want to, given three boys still at home…and then there’s Charlie.” Brenda was well aware that Charlie didn’t like her. It’s not like he kept it a secret. “I’m sure Charlie will come around in time, once he finally sees that I’m not trying to replace his mother.” Rick looked at his girlfriend earnestly and said, “We’ve been together for about a year. Charlie has known you for almost two-and-a half. Honestly, I think, if he hasn’t seen it by now, I’m afraid he never will.” “I see,” Brenda said. “I can’t help how Charlie feels, but I know how I feel. I love you, and I want to be with you.” Rick paused and said, “I love you, too…and under different circumstances, I would have no problems with istanbul travesti you moving in; however, with me comes my boys. I have to put them first, especially Charlie. He’s been through a lot, and I’ve already been neglectful for the last couple of months. I’m not sure now is the right time to add you moving in to his mountain of issues.” “I understand. I really do–” “–But–” “–but I want us to have a future, and that future includes us living together…and maybe having a kid or two of our own….” “Ah,” Rick said. His throat went dry, so he took a drink of his wine and nearly finished the full glass. He refilled his glass and said, “I’m not wanting any more kids. I know you and I have never talked about it, and we probably should have. I’m 37-years-old, and I’ve been raising kids for the last 13 years. As much as I love being a father, I’m really looking forward to when they move out. I know that makes me sound bad, but most parents would say the same thing…I think.” “Okay,” Brenda said, not wanting to be detoured. “How about this? I will work on winning Charlie over, and when that day comes–” “–IF that day comes–” Rick corrected. “–WHEN that day comes,” Brenda countered firmly, “we will revisit this conversation. Deal?” Rick thought about it and believing that that day would never come, he said, “Deal.” Brenda excused herself and went towards the restroom. On the way, she stopped the Maitre D’ and told him that her plans had to be readjusted and needed the ring back. The Maitre D’ called the waiter over and requested the ring. The waiter pulled a small box from his pocket. Brenda opened it to reveal a fine, mans, gold ring set with two diamonds. She put it in her clutch and went to the restroom. The rest of the meal went by without any issues, though Rick could still feel some tension. Once they got back to the room, Brenda threw herself into Rick’s arms. They kissed a while and eventually fell on the bed. Rick was never a big drinker, so the wine hit him hard. He excused himself and went to the bathroom. Brenda heard buzzing next to her ear. Rick’s phone got a notification. Without hesitating, she grabbed the phone and opened it. A little drunk and curious, Brenda opened the message. It was another message and picture from the man who had been messaging Rick for the last month. As usual, there was a new dick pic from Daddysboy12, which pissed her off. Of course, there still wasn’t a face or any identifying marks, but she knew it was the same guy. Based on his body, she was certain he was in his late teens or early twenties. Brenda frequently considered confronting Rick about it and demand to know why he was cheating on her, especially with a man, but she hadn’t yet. When she heard Rick open the bathroom door, she turned off and dropped his phone. “Ugh,” Rick said, looking rather worse for wear. “I wish the room would stop spinning.” Brenda chuckled and said, “Aw, my poor baby. Why don’t you come to bed?” Rick did as suggested and eventually passed out. ***Coming Soon, Chapter 7***