13 comments/ 15810 views/ 10 favorites Flirting the Fence Ch. 11-19 By: sensanin Hey Everyone! Since I got such good feed back from chapters 1-10, I decided to post chapters 10-19. All characters are 18+! Please rate and comment! Enjoy-S *** Chapter 11 Beth handed the cabbie a twenty, thanked him, and got out of the cab, not bothering to ask for change. "Here we go." Beth muttered under her breath, walking into the lobby of her apartment building. "Hello Ms.McNash." Charlie, her chipper doorman said, holding the door wide for her. "Hey Charlie."Beth said striding through the door with more confidence then she felt. Beth immediately went to the elevator pressing the up arrow and waiting for the car to come down. "How are the puppies?" Beth asked suddenly turning to Charlie. Charlie smiled warmly at her. "I'm surprised you remembered. They're good, but tearing up furniture left and right." He said with a shake of his head. Beth laughed, but it came out a little high pitched. God I don't want to do this, Beth thought, turning back to see the numbers counting down slowly. "Of course I remember! They're chocolate labs right?" Beth asked smiling a little too brightly. Charlie blinked at her a few times before throwing his head back and laughing. "You're definitely not from around here Ms.McNash. Yes, they're chocolate labs." Beth just stared at him, a little struck, but then she remembered New Yorkers really didn't act like her. Remembering conversions they'd had with their doorman about puppies, or even having conversations with their doorman. The elevator dinged, and the doors whooshed silently open. "Bye Charlie." Beth called out to him, stepping into the elevator car and turning, watching the doors begin to close in front of her. "Have a good Day Ms.McNash." Charlie called back to her, as the doors closed. The elevator began moving up, and with every level it passed, Beth's anxiety sky rocketed. When it hit her floor, she was all but biting her nails and pulling her hair out. But beth pushed her anxiety aside, because she knew this was something she had to face, something she'd need to face for a while now. It wasn't like it had been a huge surprise seeing Jason with another woman, Beth knew he routinely slept with other people. It was just the sort of jackass he was, and she accepted that. The worst of it, was that he had slept with her best friend, or rather her friend had allowed him to sleep with her. Beth stepped off the elevator making her way down the hall to her their apartment. With shaking fingers she pulled out her key, trying three times until she was able to get it in the lock and turn the handle to open the door. Beth stepped inside, instantly kicking off her heals at the door. It was eerily quiet inside the apartment, but Beth could swear she heard crying. Following the noise, she heard what sounded like someone hitting someone, and recoiled at the sound. Looking around, Beth grabbed a cordless off the kitchen counter as she passed it. Slowly she made her way to the bedrooms, where the sounds were getting worse and the crying was turning in the pleading. Beth punched in 9-1-1 or the cordless holding her finger over the talk button. Slowly, using her foot she pushed the door to her bedroom open, gasping at the sight before her. Laying on the ground looking with her arms protecting her head, was Simone, looming bloody and swollen, tears streaming down her face. But he worst of it was Jason who stood over Simone with a bloody first and an enraged expression. Initially Jason didn't see her, and his fist swung down slamming with brutal force into one of the arms Simone was using to cover her face. Beth watched, horrified as Jason beat Simone, calling her awful names and yelling obscenities at her. "Stop." Beth said softly, but he didn't seem to hear her. Beth gathered her courage and screamed at the top of her lungs. "STOP!!!!!!!!!" Jason stumbled back, cursing as he lost his balance and fell to the bed, while Simone just curled more fully into herself. Jason regained himself, looking over at Beth with hatred and malice. "Stupid fucking cunt!" Jason spat at her, trying to push himself off the bed. Immediately her finger hit the call button and she raised the phone to her ear. Jason saw what she was doing and make a rush to grab her and the phone. Beth ran from the room, going back down the hall and into the guest bathroom, locking the door behind her. "Hello, 911 what is your emergency?" A male voice said over the phone startling her. Beth froze her mouth half open, not exactly sure what to say, but at that moment Jason rammed the door trying to break it down. Beth shrieked and crawled away from the door clutching the phone to her ear. "My finance just beat up my friend and he's trying to kill me!" Beth screamed over the phone, fear making her voice tight. "Ma'am, I understand. Can I please have your address?" The operator said, and Beth rattled off her address and apartment number, the banging growing worse. "He's trying to break in." Beth whispered over the phone, tears beginning to fall. "Just hang on, the police are on their way, just stay on the line with me. What's you name" The operator asked trying to assure Beth. "Um, um, Beth. Beth McNash." She stuttered, biting her bottom lip as the banging stopped. "The banging stopped." Beth said quietly into the phone. "The police are on their way, just please wait a-" but then something crashed into the door, frighting Beth and making her drop the phone. "Open up the fucking door Beth!" Jason screamed out, on the other side of the door. Beth snatched the phone, crawling into a corner and making herself as small as possible. "Beth! Beth!" He phone screamed at her, and Beth once again pulled it back to her ear. "Y-yes." She whispered into the phone, closing her eyes, and resting her forehead on her knees. "They'll be there soon Beth, just hold on. Can you tell me what you do for a living?" He asked trying to keep her talking. Beth rambled, trying to fill up the space with anything and everything. Finally she heard banging from the front door, and something that sounded like "Police, open up!" Beth told Joe, the 911 operator the police were there, but he still asked her to hold on. There was some grunting, some loud shouting, and what sounded like an officer reading Jason his Miranda Rights. Then someone was calling in the paramedics, and it was a jumble of people in her apartment; still Beth remained hidden in the bathroom, talking to Joe. "Ms.McNash?" Someone said on the other side of the door, knocking lightly. "My names officer Tanus, are you ok in there?" He asked politely. Slowly Beth drew herself off the floor, and walked over to the door. "It's ok Beth, everything is going to be alright." Joe said softly to her over the phone, calming some of her frayed nerves. Cautiously Beth opened the door, slowly looking out to see the officer a few feet away from the door, giving her some much needed space. It was then that she saw two paramedics wheeling out a groaning bloody Simone on a gurney. That could have been me, Beth thought with a shiver. "I'm sorry but we need to ask you some questions Ms.McNash. Hopefully it won't take too long." The officer said softly, speaking to her very gently, and gesturing her over to a female officer who stood just a few feet away talking with a paramedic. "I-I have to go Joe." Beth said to the 911 operator, he voice shaking. "It's ok Beth. You're going to be fine." Joe said. "Ok. Bye" Beth said hanging up the phone, but keeping it tightly clutched in her hand. Beth approached the other officer and paramedic, but the paramedic just gave her a small smile whispered something got he officer and left. The officer turned, and extended her hand. "Office Fin, Ma'am." The woman said politely. Beth shook her hand. "Beth McNash." She responded. "Do mind if we sit down, we have a couple of questions for you." The woman said kindly. Beth nodded raising a shaky hand to indicate the living room. Once they were all seated, the officers pulled out their note pads. "Can you please explain the situation here?" Office Tanus said. Beth took a shaky breath, smoothing out the jeans Day had given her. Day. She missed him, missed his warmth. It was strange to miss a person she had known for less than twelve hours, it was even stranger to but thinking about him after she had almost been assaulted by her ex. Lifting her head from her jeans, Beth began to explain. "I had just come back from a... friend's house when I heard crying. I went to go follow it and..." Chapter 12 Day pulled into the construction site, cut the engine, and turned to look at Brian. "This is our last stop, I promise. I'll be back in a minute. Don't open the door for anyone. I don't care if you know them or not." Day said severely, until Brian nodded his head and continued playing with his action figures. Day sighed heavily, and got out of the car, making sure the window was cracked and the door was locked. "Hey Mr.West!" Someone called out to Day as he turned from his car. Ricky, his assistant came running up to him, glasses balanced precariously on his nose. Ricky was he typical assistant, except he was a little bit of a klutz. But all in all the kid did a stellar job, keeping Day's schedule running smoothly. "Ricky." Day nodded curtly, striding over to see the progress. "How's it coming?" He asked Ricky, stopping to survey some of the workers. "Good, but we're about a day behind schedule because Felix sprained his wrist. Other than that, we're good." Ricky said, handing him the workers information and all of the tasks that had been completed, or would be completed by the end of the day. "You know I hate being late on a project Ricky." Day said, looking over to his car, to see Brian still plying with his action figures. "Yes, yes, I know. "It's better to be early than late." Isn't that what you always say?" Ricky said with a roll of his eyes. Day's lips twitched, before he set them once agin in a straight line. Only Ricky could have the balls to talk to him like that, and Day let him because he really didn't want his schedule completely fucked up. "Damn she is fine!" Day heard one of his men say, with a long whistle. Day gritted his teeth. He made a point to make sure all his employees were respectful, and that included not cat calling every chick they saw with a short skirt! Day turned prepared to chew out whatever asshole had made the comment. He saw two guys practically salivating over a smart phone, talking about a woman they saw on the small screen. Day strode over to the, ready to tear up their hides. "Beth McNash,..." He heard the little screen say as he got closer. Day shook his head, it had to be a coincidence, but the voice continued. "First seen entering her apartment at 9:30 this morning" - just a little after his Beth had left hid place- "entered her home to find her fiancee Jason Brucksworth the second, known as heir to the Bruskworth metal conglomerate, brutally assaulting her close friend. Neighbors say that..." But Day had stopped listening and instead snatched the phone from the men to peer down at the tiny screen. "Hey man give me my-" The man began but Day cut him a look that had him shutting his mouth quickly. Studying the screen he saw a picture of Beth, his Beth pop up as the reporter continued. Fuck! Day thought throwing the phone back at the two men and striding back to his car. "Uh, Day! Wait up man!" Ricky said running to keep up with Day's stride. "You need to sign off and some stuff and check to see if-" Ricky began but Day ruthlessly cut him off. "Ricky, not now! I've got bigger shit to worry about. Send me some fucking pictures than drop by the house later, so I can sign the fucking papers." Day growled, fishing his key's out of his pocket and unlocking the doors. There had been a picture of Beth's ex-fiancee being escorted from their apartment building, and it just so happened that Day knew exactly where that building was. Climbing into the car, Day turned the key and started the engine. "What time?" Ricky said as Day slid down the window. "Fuck if I know. Like 9 or 10 tonight, ok?" Day said reaching for his seat belt. "Yeah." Ricky said stepping away from the car as Day peeled out of the site and into the street. "Home! Home! Home!" Brian chanted from the back seat. Day shook his head sadly, looking at his son through the rear view mirror. "Just one more stop." Day said weaving through traffic. "No!" Brian wined, kicking his little feet. "We're going to see Beth." Day said to calm his son. The kicking stopped for all of a second before starting again. "You mean the lady from this morning? She was nice." Brian said, for the time being pacified. Day sighed, truly exhausted, but knowing that he needed to check on Beth, if only to assure himself she was ok. Though why he should care about a woman he had known less than twelve hours, he couldn't begin to fathom, but there was something there, a spark maybe? Day didn't fucking know, but still he rushed over to her apartment, a force he couldn't begin to understand pulling him. Chapter 13 "Look, I'm really tired, is there any way we can finish this tomorrow? I'd be happy to come down to the station." Beth said tiredly, running a hand through her hair. The phone wouldn't stop ringing, and at least a dozen or more nosy neighbors had stopped by before she had just locked the door. Beth already knew that everything that had happened was on the news networks by now. Jason was too rich and too well known, not to get some press. "Of course Ms.McNash." Officer Fin said, smiling kindly at her. Beth rose from the couch, her butt asleep, her legs tired, but still she walked them to the door. Officer Tanus handed her his business card, and she promised to meet them at the station around 11 tomorrow morning. Just as Beth was closing the door, her intercom buzzed. "Excuse me." She said to the officers, who just nodded their heads politely and closed the door behind themselves. "Yes." Beth said, holding the intercom button down. She had explicitly asked that only family members be buzzed up, but considering her parents were in iowa and Jason's parents were god knows where, she wasn't expecting anyone. "I'm sorry to disturb you Ms.McNash." The voice said a little irritated, as if they had just gotten out of a very frustrating conversation. "But a Mr.Day is here to see you." Day? Beth thought, her eyes going wide. How did he... But even after Beth wondered how he knew where she lived, the realization that her apartment building had just been plastered over the news hit her. Beth groaned, tapping her head against the wall, utterly exhausted and still a little frightened. Even though the police had said they would keep Jason in holding, rich people had the uncanny ability to bend the law to suit their needs. All Beth really wanted to do was pack her stuff and leave before Jason got back. "Please send him up." She said into the intercom, holding the button down. "Yes Ms.McNash, he's on his way up right now." The voice said, and Beth could heard heavy footfalls in the background. Moving over to her door, Beth opened it and leaned against the jam, waiting for Day to come up. "Oh my dear Beth!" Mrs.Holiday, her next door neighbor called to her, rushing out of her own apartment to come to Beth. Instantly Beth was absorbed in a cigarette and rose perfumed hug. "Oh dear, you look so dreadful, and I thought Jason was such a good young man." Her neighbor said, pulling back and looking at her with pity. At 53 years old Mrs.holiday had been through three husbands, and took each one for every cent they were worth. She had a penchant for throwing elaborate parties, and inviting some of New York cities snobbiest people. Beth didn't really like the woman for the simply fact that she didn't trust her. Nonetheless Beth smiled, extracting herself from the woman's embrace, just as the elevator door dinged and she saw Day get out with his son. Beth's face lit up, as Day turned his head and saw her, striding over to her with confident assured steps. Mrs.Holiday took a large step back as Day reached Beth and gave her a hug. "Well I never!" Mrs.Holiday said dramatically before rushing back to her own apartment and shutting the door. Beth couldn't deiced if the woman was upset with the fact that Day had just all of a sudden hugged her after she had nearly been beaten by a man, or if she was flustered because he wasn't white. The snick of a lock, and the sliding of a chain confirmed that it was likely the later. Beth drew back from the hug, ushering Day and Brian into her apartment. She indicated they could sit, while she flitted around looking for something she could give them. "I'm sorry I wasn't expecting company so-" Beth began leaning into the refrigerator, trying to busy herself. "Beth, Don't." Day said silently, making her rise from the refrigerator. "Brian why don't you sit down, and figure out how to work the TV?" Day said to his son, who happily went over to the wide screen Tv and grabbed the remote, fiddling with it until he found cartoons. Beth's calm composed smiling facade wavered, and broke. Day was there in an instant, wrapping his arms around her, comforting her. Beth shook her head, trying to compose herself, tried to break away from him, but she was just too tired, too drained to do anything but rely on his strength. Day stroked her hair softly, whispering about how strong she was, how brave she was. "You did the right thing." She heard Day say as she held onto him. They stood there for a long while until Beth felt composed enough to draw back. "I need to pack. I-I have to go to a hotel or something, but I can't stay here." Beth said, whipping her face with the back of her hand and moving around Day, towards the bedroom. Beth could feel Day following silently behind her, like a protective lion. She forced the bedroom door open, cringing at the blood stained carpet, and the slightly mused bed. Taking a deep breath, Beth forced herself inside the room, skirting the blood and immediately going to the closet. She yanked out three suit cases and plopping them onto the bed. Quickly, brutally, efficiently, Beth went around the room collecting her belongings and stuffing them into the suitcases, all the time aware of Day's concerned gaze following her frantic movements. The phone began to ring again, and Beth paused, wondering if she should answer it. In the end she reached for the cordless on the bedside table, pressing the talk button. "Hello?" Beth said into the phone. There was a pause. "Bitch when I get out of here I'm going to fucking find you and cut-" Beth dropped the phone, stepping away from the phone shaking her head. Day was right there, strong arms wrapping around her as the voice rose, screaming through the phone before the line cut. Beth gripped Day's shirt, turned her head, and screamed into his chest, her legs giving out. "FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM!" Beth screamed over and over again. Silently they sank to the floor, and Day began rocking them back and forth. Giving her as much of his strength as she needed. Chapter 14 Day buried his chin in Beth's hair, rocking her back and forth gently. Perhaps his first estimation of her had been wrong. She wasn't fucked up, Day thought rubbing her arms, her life was fucked up! In the 18 hours or so he had known her, her fiancee had cheated on her with her friend, she had almost been raped, and she had faced domestic violence. The woman wasn't crazy or weak, she might even be the strongest woman he knew! Day tried to settle her, listening as Brian giggled at a show on the TV and Beth raged against his chest. It took several minutes until Beth calmed, and Day felt comfortable enough to talk to her. "You're coming home with me." Day said bluntly, still holding her in his arms. Flirting the Fence Ch. 11-19 Beth drew back, looking at him through red rimmed eyes, her face tight and angry. "No. I don't want your help!" She lashed out, trying to break away from him. Day grabbed her arms, shaking her a little. "Beth! This isn't about what you want, but what I need. I need to see that you're gonna be safe! Beth you were almost raped and you could have been beatin by your ex. I saw the pictures of your friend, and that could have been you! Do you understand? This isn't about your fucking pride, it's about your fucking safety!" Day yelled at her, shaking her a little harder than he meant to. He watched as she bit her lip, clearly trying to absorb everything he had just spilled at her feet. Day just shook his head, drawing her closer into the circle of his arms. "I'm begging you Beth. Call it fate, or serendipity, whatever! But that has to be a reason I found you, there has to be a reason that I feel so connected to you. If anything happened to you I... I... Fuck I don't even know what I would do." Day said lowly, gruffly, pulling back to make sure Beth saw the brutal honesty in his eyes. Slowly she nodded, giving over to him. "I-I need to pack." She said slowly, moving back from him and getting up. Day let her pull away from him, as he slowly climbed to his feet. Mentally he knew she needed space, but physically... all he thought she really needed was a hug. But Day just sighed, deciding to leave her alone for the time being. "I'll be out with Brian. Come get us when you're ready to go." Day said walking from the room, to give Beth her much needed space. Half was down the hallway he heard half-broken sobs coming from the bedroom. Day paused catch between giving her space and taking over. Fuck! He thought banging his fist against the wall. I'm fucking useless! Day wanted to scream, wanted to rage. None of this should have happened to Beth, she was too sweet, to innocent, even though she tried to act New Yorker tough. She didn't belong here, in the city dealing with this type of shit. He didn't want her to end up cold and useless like the dozens of other people he passed on a daily basis. In his line of work, Day dealt with rich snobs who thought they could shit on the world. Cold, detached people, who thought a check solved everything, righted every wrong. He didn't want Beth to become like that, yet as Day looked around her neutral colored apartment, he could see she had been making her way down that road. Day turned away from her tears, walking into the living room to see Brian laying on his stomach, propped up on a pillow watching TV. Day sat down heavily on the beige leather couch, his lips curling in disgust as they wondered around the cold apartment. There were no mementos, no trinkets, just clean soothing colored walls, that lacked any depth or emotion. Fuck, Day thought rubbing his neck, now I'm John fucking Keats. Two asinine cartoon episodes later and Beth came out with all her luggage. Day immediately got up and tried to help her. "I'm fine.' She said stoically, staring at a point just beyond him. Day narrowed his eyes, suddenly becoming angry. "I'm not going to fucking force you Beth." He growled at her. Still she stared at a point just past his shoulder, making his ire raise even further. "I know." She said in a monotone, giving him 2 word answers that only pissed him off more. "You had no problem looking at me when we fucked, but now you're suddenly blind?" Day bit out harshly, regretting the words instantly. Quicker than he could process, her hand reached up and slapped him across the face, with enough force to turn his cheek. Day heard Brian scramble up, and come over to them. Very slowly Day turned back to look at Beth, who had fire in her eyes. Rubbing his sore cheek, Day gave a little nod. "I deserved that." Beth just pressed her lips tighter together, refusing to say anything, but at least she was looking him in the eye. Day reached up to rub his neck again, feeling like the world biggest asshole. "Look I'm so-" He began but Beth raised her hand cutting him off. "I've had a shi-" Beth began, looking down at Brian who stood within listening distance, "craptastic couple of hours and you apologizing for being a... petunia, is the lease of my concerns. I get that I really have no place to go. I'm rational enough to realize that all my friends are really Jason's friends and would have no problem selling out my whereabouts to him. Not to mention my family is a couple states over, and haven't gotten the news yet, and I don't see myself catching a plane to show up on their doorstep and deal with that drama just yet. ANd don't get me started on Jason's parents, who are about as friendly as a tank of sharks, so that leaves you! Whether I like it or not, I have no one I can trust here except you, and I'm not even sure that's a wise choice on my part. But I accept the fact that if I don't go with you I run the risk of something awful happening to me here, so I'm between a rock and a hard place. So I choose the hard place, I choose you." Beth took a deep breath in, ending her triad. Day took a step back, looking at her glowing cheeks, and curling hair, all caught up in the heat of her anger. Fuck me! Day thought as a rock hard erection started straining against the metal of his zipper, making him want to adjust himself. Anger always suited a woman, it made her look hotter and took the sex to a whole new level, that left both people drained. Day loved angry sex, almost as much as he loved make up sex, if only because both involved an out pouring of emotions, and Day had some thick emotions he wanted to pour in Beth. "Here!" Beth said passing him the largest suitcase. She walked around the room grabbing a briefcase and a pair of shoes near the door, before placing them near her mountain of luggage. Day watched her do one more sweep of the apartment before she nodded to herself, coming back to him and Brian and beginning to pick up her backs. "Help Ms.Beth out Brian." Day mumbled to his son, still a little shell shocked at her speech and his own reaction to her fury. "Thank you Brian." Beth said sweetly, handing him a small bag to carry. Brian puffed up, as if she had just given him the world and walked solider style over to the door. They left the apartment, Beth locking the door behind them. Day was silent on the elevator ride down, and the car ride back to his house, slightly uncomfortable with the fact that Beth had basically schooled him. Parking the car in his reserved parking space, Day grabbed her heaviest suitcase, and then a smaller one, trying to make up for his behavior by helping her with the luggage as much as possible. Beth walked close to him, as the streetlights came on, letting Day know it was officially night time, and anything could happen. Slowly inspecting the dark for any gang members lurking around, Day found the street oddly quiet. But not wanting to take any chances, Day hustled Beth and Brian into his apartment building, and up the four flights of stairs. Winded and a little sweaty, Day opened the door and walked in, placing Beth's suitcases in the living room. Day heard the door close behind him, and Brian call out that he was going to pee. Day turned awkwardly to Beth taking in her crossed arms, and tapping foot. He just stood there, scratching his head, and trying to figure out the next step. "The uh, guest room's down the-" He began but Beth cut him off. "You're an idiot if you think I'm sleeping in the guest room." She interrupted him, her tone condescending. Day gritted his teeth, trying to be gentlemanly and shit, but failing at it. What the fuck did she want? Day wondered, moving to stand in front of her. "Well, the only other place is the couch but it's-" Day began gesturing to the sofa he had had since Shontell and him had moved in four six years ago. "I'm not sleeping on the couch either." She said irritably, picking up one of her smaller bags and beginning to walk down the hall towards the bedroom. Day growled following after her, opening his mouth to ask where the fuck she thought she would sleep, when she answered before he could even get a sound out. "I'm sleeping with you. I'm not in the mood to be alone, and we've already slept together so I don't see a problem." Beth called over her shoulder to him, pushing through his bedroom door and heading straight to the bathroom. Day watched her set up her toiletries on the side of the counter that Shontell had used, feeling a bit panicked. "But-" he tried again. "Not now Day. I just want to get a hot shower, and then crawl into bed with you. I know that sounds weird, but you're the only person I can even consider being around, and I need a life raft, I just need-" But her voice broke, and she stopped putting her stuff away, leaning heavily on the counter. It was only then Day realized she was still in shock, still hurting, still... fucked up. The anger, the sass, that had all been a front masking all the pain she was still feeling. Now that was something Day could relate to. Shontell's death had left him destroyed and if he hand't been snapping at people, he had been picking fights with them. Anger was a damn good alternative to facing the problems, it was his favorite alternative. Day watched Beth compose herself, and then continue to put her stuff away, a little more slowly this time. He sighed, not exactly sure what to say to a woman. "Maybe we could fuck later? That might help you relive some stress." Day offered jokingly, saying the first thing that popped into his mind, but silently hoping she would agree. Beth laughed loudly, turning her lime green eyes to stare at him. "That would be nice." Chapter 15 Beth watched Day's eyes go wide, and she had to smile at that. "I'm joking of course." She said, laughing at him. Day looked like a petulant child as he uttered "Yeah, I know." Beth felt a little bad messing with his head, but at the moment she didn't feel like herself. She felt like she was being pulled in a million directions, as everything she had to get done came crashing down on her. Quickly she put away the rest of her toiletries, not even sure why she bothered, she wouldn't be there that long. But maybe the mundane task of organizing her make up on the counter was giving her some kind of power and control. Once she was done she exited the bathroom, moving briskly past Day. It was only then she realized her cellphone must be dead. Beth hadn't even missed the annoying vibrations that alerted her to Facebook messages and texts. She sighed knowing she would have to charge it, and call whoever had called her back. Beth strode into the living room, nearly running into Brian who was coming out of the bathroom pulling his pants up with one hand, while in his other hand was a spiderman comic. Beth just shook her head, and continued into the living room, grabbing her purse and smaller suitcase on the way. Moving to the couch, she unzipped her carry on and fished out her charger, then dug in her purse for her cellphone. It didn't take long for her phone to start buzzing and beeping after it had gained some juice. Beth was about to dredge up the courage to look at her messages and missed calls when there was a knock on the door. Beth was quick, and before Day could even move to answer it she was there pulling the door open with a too bright smile. "Hello!" A young man with mud stained clothes, dorky glasses, and what looked to be an assortment of papers stood looking exhausted and exasperated. The man stared over the rim of his glasses at her, suspicion clear in his eyes. "Excuse me?" Day was there in a sec, moving Beth aside, and ushering the man in. "Did you order yet?" Beth heard Day ask the man as the went into the kitchen and sat at the table. "Lebanese. Who's she?" The man asked without preamble to stare at Beth. Beth closed the door with a huff, and went to the man extending her hand. "Beth McNash. I'm a friend of Days." She said shaking his hand. The man looked at her over the rim of his glasses again. "Ricky. Not from New York are you." It wasn't a question. Beth bristled a little, getting a little sick of people telling her that she wasn't from New York. She felt like she had been born here, the city fit her so well. "No." She said answering the question he didn't ask. The man turned from her back to Day, and spread out the papers, ignoring Beth. Beth's jaw dropped at being so clearly ignored before she closed her mouth. She was about to go back to her phone, and begin the pain staking process of calling people back and making reservations for herself, but something caught her attention. Beth leaned past the man sitting at the table and looked over the documents strew across. "What kind of contract are you signing?" Beth asked Day, not taking her eyes of the pieces of paper. Something interesting caught her eye, and she picked up the paper glancing over it. "Hey! That was all in order!" Ricky said indigently. Beth snorted and read over the document, seeing several fishy things that just didn't add up. She began to search a couple of the other sheets, finally realizing what the document was entailing. "Daddy can I watch TV?" Beth heard Brian ask Day. "No. You've watched too much today. Why don't you read a book?" Beth heard Day respond. Just as Beth finished reading, Brian left in a huff to go and read his book. Shaking her head, she slammed the documents on the table. "This is a joke right?" Day and Ricky looked at her like she was crazy. But part of being a criminal attorney meant she sifted through bullshit documents and confessions on a daily basis. "Who wanted you to sign this?" Beth asked the two men. "E&M Foods corporation. They want us to build four grocery stores around New York." Day answered quickly, grabbing the documents and looking at them trying to see what she saw. "Day they're trying to cheat you, if you look here you can see..." Beth heard herself start to explain the intricacies of the contract to the men. Their eyes went wide as she showed them the problems. The entire process took her about half an hour to explain, and by the end she was feeling better about herself, and both men were looking at her with the kind of admiration they might give their idols. "Fuckers!" Day said harshly, pounding his fist on the table. Beth jumped a little at his aggression, but could understand it. She had gone over the entire document with the men pointing out the things that were wrong with it. The door bell rang, and someone called out Lebanese. Beth rose to get the door but Day was already up and answering the door. He paid the delivery guy, and took the two grocery bags of food. Beth laughed watching Day kick the door closed, and cary the food to the kitchen. "Are we feeding a small village?" Beth asked, shuffling the papers into order with Ricky's help. "We're men." Was Day's answer, and Beth just laughed shaking her head. She handed the papers to Ricky who put them away. Beth got up from the table and went into the kitchen to help set the table. It was such a intimate domestic act that she didn't even realize how she looked. "Thanks Beth." Day said, snaking a hand around her hip and drawing her close. Beth just smiled at him, proud of herself. She had been worried that Day had just seen her as an emotionally unsteady woman, though why she should care what he thought she didn't know. Yet staring into his eyes, full of pride and admiration, warmed her heart. "No problem, it's sort of my job. I'm a criminal attorney." She said, moving out of his reach and beginning to search the cupboards for the plates, silverware, and glasses. "Cups are above you, plates are to your right, and the silverware is down to your left." Day said pulling out the different dishes. "I didn't know you were an attorney." He said, passing the food over the counter to Ricky. "We never talked about it." Beth said, pulling everything out, and also passing it all to Ricky. "Hmm." Was all Days response. "Brian! Dinner!" Beth called before she realized what she was doing and how she looked. Getting dinner ready, having an idle chat with Day, calling Brian to the table. It was all reminiscent of her family, and Beth realized that somehow she had insinuated herself into their lives. A little more than 24 hours before and she hadn't even met Day and his son, but now they were having dinner like a family. "Ok!" Brian called back, dropping his book and moving to the table. "Go wash your hands." Beth heard Day say as he skirted her and went to go sit at the table. "Come on Beth." Beth closed her eyes leaning on the counter. She didn't belong here, with them, in their life. She wasn't this person, this kind considerate person. She was cold, ruthless, and traded her dignity and pride for a last name to kill for and a crap ton of money. That was what New York had made her into. But as Beth opened her eyes, and saw the life she had never known she wanted staring at her, she wondered if the New York she had become accustomed to was just one side of the city. Moving to join the table, they all dug into to their food, Ricky and Day talking about retribution against the E&M Foods cooperation, while she asked Brian what he had done all day. Maybe, Beth thought nodding engagingly at the child, this was the New York she wanted. The one that involved Day and Brian, the New York that brought her in and made her feel warm. Day's hand moved to rest on her knee as she continued to talk to Brian, making Beth smile and cover her hand with his. The New York that made her feel loved, Beth thought taking a sidelong glance at Day only to see him staring at her too. Chapter 16 Day stood at the sink washing the dishes, as Beth had a heated argument with Ricky about the worst ever cocktail made, and Brian sat on Beth's lap playing with his action figures. At first it had freaked him out, Seeing Brain just crawl onto Beth's lap after he had finished his dinner. Day had immediately opened his mouth to tell Brian to get down, but then he had seen Beth stroke his head, and grab a few toys so he could play with them while she talked to Ricky. Never had Day seen Brian so comfortable with another person before. Even before Shontell had died, Brian had always been an independent child, only clinging to Day or Shontell, and never anyone else. But there he was, playing with his superman toy while calmly sitting on Beth's lap like he had been doing it for years. Day cleaned the last dish, wiping his hand on a towel and turning to face everyone. Ricky threw up his hands and conceited defeat. "Ok you win! J-I-Z-Z in my pants is the worst drink ever." Ricky spelled out it out so Brian wouldn't go around yelling "Jizz! Jizz! Jizz!" Beth pumped her fist, and stuck her tongue out at Ricky playfully. "See! I told you, it is the worst drink ever created!" Day just shook his head going over to them, and kissing Brian's head lightly. "Go get cleaned up and ready for bed." Day said, pulling out a chair fro himself. "Ok!" Brian said, scrambling off Beth's lap and heading to the bathroom, toys still in hand. Day watched Beth shake her head and laugh, before turning to Day and rolling her eyes, as she watched Brian with his toys. The conversation continued for a few more minutes, before Ricky gave a huge yawn, and blinked his eyes a few too many times. "Well!" Ricky said giving an exaggerated stretch and rising from the table. "I have to be up early tomorrow because my boss is such a hard ass." Ricky said rolling his eyes, and making Day laugh. Day rose from his chair, and walked Ricky to the door. "Oh really?" Ricky just laughed, as Day nearly pushed him out the door. "Bye Beth!" He yelled over his shoulder before Day pushed him out the door and shut it. Flirting the Fence Ch. 11-19 Day just shock him head, sometimes he really wondered about Ricky. Day turned to face Beth, who was staring at him as if she really wanted to say something, or was waiting for him to say something. Day frowned, opening his mouth to ask her what it was before Brian interrupted him. "Beth! Beth!" Brian called from one of the bedrooms. Day frowned as he saw Beth immediately get up and go to him. The connection Beth was forming with his son worried Day. She wasn't apart of his family, if anything she was going through so much crap they were probably a welcome distraction. But no matter how much he wanted to help Beth, his son came first, period. Day rubbed his neck, regretting the eventual conversation he would have to have with her. Following after Beth, Day looked in on Brian's room to see them curled up on Brian's little bed reading a story. "Once upon a time..." Day heard Beth begin, her voice soft and melodious. Silently he leaned on the door jam watching Beth read to Brian, before the kid fell asleep. She stroked his hair and whispered "good night" before waving Day out and silently closing the door behind him. Beth smiled widely at him before walking past him an into their bedroom. Wait! Their bedroom? No, no, his bedroom. When had he stared thinking about things as theirs, Day wondered mentally berating himself. He trailed silently behind her and into the bedroom. "I'm going to take a shower." Day said moving across the room and towards the bathroom. "If you want me to leave I will." He heard Beth say suddenly, making him pause and turn to face her. There was no anger, no resentment, just a clear understanding of where he was coming from. "I know that I'm probably not going to be in your lives much longer, and what I'm doing isn't... fair to Brian." Or you. He heard it even if she didn't say it. Damn the woman was perceptive, and understanding, and caring, and... So many things that Day wanted, but just like she understood his position he understood hers. What could he say? She was right, and if she left now it would be easier to explain to Brian. He'd be upset, but he would forget her easily enough, but if she stayed and they did... whatever they were doing, then what would happen. Fuck, that's complicated! Day thought rubbing his neck and beginning to pace. "I don't want you to leave." Day blurted out before he could think, but it was true. Beth nodded, and turned to leave. He was just about to stop her and ask her if she had heard him. "I have some calls to make. So take however long you want in the shower and then come and get me. 'K?" She said looking at him over her shoulder. "Yeah." Day mumbled before she left the room, closing the door behind her and giving him some privacy. Day sighed heavily and pulled off his clothes, tossing them into the laundry hamper. He climbed into the shower and turned it on. "Fuck!" Day said loudly jumping as the cold water him. But as the water warmed Day relaxed, leaning his head against the tiles of the shower stall and silently wondering what he was doing. Chapter 17 Beth heard the shower start as she entered the living room. It was still early so she couldn't make the excuse not to call everyone back. Beth had always been taught never to put off what you could do today for tomorrow. Sighing, she plopped down on the couch and reach for he cell phone. Sliding the touch screen to unlock it, her phone the ding of voicemails, missed calls, and text messages bombarded her. Beth nearly shut the phone again as she checked her e-mail and discovered over 50 messages in her inbox. Taking a deep breath she began with her voice mails, deleting the people who had left more than one voice mail, and deciding how she would call them back. Eventually she stopped skirting the calls and just dialed her mother. "Hello?" Beth's mother asked her voice chipper. "Hey mom." Beth responded. "Elizabeth Mary McNash, where have you been?" Her mother nearly screamed over the phone, causing Beth to wince and pull the phone away from her ear. "Mom! You don't have to scream!" Beth groaned at her mother's use of her full name, carefully bringing the phone back to her ear. "For heaven's sake! Beth do you know how worried everyone was! I told you that man of your was a good-for-nothing rich boy! But do you ever listen to me? No of course not! I'm just your-" Beth's mother began on her tirade, making Bath grip the phone tightly and regret calling. She had always had a bit of a strenuous relationship with her mother. There was no question that she loved her mother, but she didn't like her. Her morals, her opinions, Beth hated them all and her mother couldn't understand why. Beth had planned her life out from an early age, she had known what she'd wanted to do and how she was going to get there. But her mother had had other plans. Being a wife and a mother had been her mother's dream, which she had achieved, and now she was trying to force her dream on her children. "Mother!" Beth whispered harshly over the phone, bringing her tirade to an abrupt death. "This is not the time for you to berate me on my choices in life! I have been nearly raped, nearly beaten, and I lost my best friend! So not now! Now I need you to support me! Can you please just do that!" Beth said nearly screaming into the phone, but at the last minute remembering to keep her voice down because of Brian. Getting up from the couch Beth began to pace the living room, going to the window and looking out at the street at she spoke to her mother. She could here her mother take a breath through the phone as if she had stuck a knife through her heart. Beth rolled her eyes, always so dramatic, she thought biting her lip. "Is that Beth?!" She heard her father ask in the background, making Beth grip the phone tighter. Finally, she thought, a watery smile breaking across her face. "Give me the phone Laura!" Beth heard her father say to her mother before his voice broke across the receiver. "Beth!" "Dad!" Beth said, closing her eyes and savoring his voice. Beth had a better relationship with her dad, mainly because she was more like him. Driven, cunning, and loyal to a fault, they were two peas in a pod. "Baby girl, how are you? Are you safe? Are you staying with a friend? Please tell me you won't go back to that ass-wipe-pretty-rich boy!" Her father said urgently, making Beth feel loved and safe. I'm fine, I'm fine. Just a little shaken up. I'm staying with a firmed. And god no, I'm never going back to Jason!" Beth said vehemently, retuning to the couch and plopping down on it. "I'm so glad baby girl. We were over hear worrying our heads off! I had to practically tear the computer away from your mom so she couldn't buy airline tickets for us to come and see you. But if you need us, we'll be down in a second!" He rambled over the phone. Beth drew her legs up to her chest, switching her phone to the other ear when it became too hot. "No, no, I'm really ok. You guys don't need to come down. I just called to tell you I'm fine and to stop worrying. Also could you spread the word that everything's fine here? I know things spread like wild fire on the home front." Beth said, greedily listening to her fathers voice. "Of course baby girl, of course. We're just glad you're ok. I know you're probably tired, and you've had a long day, so I'm gonna say bye, and give you to your mother ok?" Beth's father said, his voice calmer. "Yeah sure." Beth mumbled, a tiny piece of her wanting to hold on the connection, but knowing she had plenty more calls to make. "Love you baby girl. Be safe." Her father said, making a silent tear leak out of Beth's eye. "Sweetheart?" Beth's mother's voice said softly over the line. "Yes?" Beth sniffed, trying to dislodge the tears from her voice. "I'm glad you're ok. Now remember to get some sleep, and if you need to, call off work. Mommy loves you." Her mother said, making Beth really cry, as the enormity of the day once again crashed down on her. She might never have gotten to hear her parents voice again, or taste her mom's peach cobbler. All the little things she cherished would have been gone if Jason had gotten to her, her entire life gone in an instant. "I love you both, so much." Beth said before cutting the line, and letting the tears flow. God all mighty, I'm so sick of crying! Beth thought wiping her eyes and nose on the edge of her shirt, and picking up her phone again. Once she had composed herself, she began typing a general email letting everyone know she was fine, then sent it out to every person she knew not even bothering to check her inbox. Next she sent out texts, not exactly comfortable hearing anyone's voice at the moment. Quickly and efficiently, Beth responded to everyone while sending an email to her boss letting her know that she wouldn't be coming into work tomorrow, and also that she would be moving and would give her a change of address soon. She was responding to her friend Ty's text when she heard Day's soft voice above her. "Beth, you done?" Looking up from her phone, Beth very nearly dropped her jaw, as Day stood there in just a small towel. Maybe the smallest towel Beth had ever seen, held together by a loose knot that Beth was silently praying would unwind. Beth dragged her gaze up from his hard, dripping wet, freshly cleaned body to his face seeing a soft mocking smile on his lips. His lids were lowered, and the man looked like he could be the poster child for 'If you want raw-hungry-explosive sex, here I am!' "Oh! Yeah..." Beth stumbled, plugging her phone back in then stretching out her legs and ungraciously getting up from the couch. "Then it's bedtime." Day's voice washed over her, making Beth wonder if her panties just hit the floor. Chapter 18 Day watched Beth's mouth open and shut like a fish out of water. Honestly he had no clue where that line had come from. He was too old to be seducing anyone, or using innuendo. He was more the guy to say "Ready to fuck?" or his more romantic side might say "let's make love", but "it's bedtime"? Day mentally shook his head, as Beth finally closed her mouth and strode past him into the bedroom, her cheeks flaming red. Day followed on bare feet, wondering why he always felt like he followed her into the bedroom instead of the other way around. Almost instantly he wondered if he was being to presumptuous. But they had had sex before, and even though she had made the joke that she would "like that", she really hadn't given him any green light. But even as the thought wiggled through his mind, Beth began to shed her clothes, and his dick began doing all his thinking. Day didn't realize he'd even moved until he heard Beth gasp softly, his lips on her neck. Day's hands moved of their own accord, starting at her waist and tracing the curves of her body up to her breast. The woman was definitely build to bear some kids, Day thought weighing her breasts in his hands. "I want on top." Day heard Beth breathe into the dark room as she turned in his arms. He felt her small arms circle his neck and drag his head down. Then he stopped thinking, stopped wondering, as her soft body pressed against him and her luscious mouth claimed his. Soft, pliable, and warm, Day simply couldn't get enough of Beth as he unhooked her bra and tugged it from between them. Before Day thought of why them doing this might not be such a fucking brilliant idea, she gently turned them and then with a push sent Day falling back against his bed. Scrambling to lean up, Day watched as Beth shimmied out of the rest of her clothes, before tugging his towel off him. Day watched her lick her lips and fluidly drop to her knees. Fuck everything else, Day thought settling back on the bed and letting Beth have her way. Chapter 19 Beth licked Day from the base of dick to the very tip before taking him completely into her mouth. On a scale of 1-10 of how much Beth liked giving oral was about a 3, on a good day. But something about Day, something about her last 48 hours made her feel... wicked. Maybe a little uninhibited, and giving him a blow job seemed like just the thing to do. Maybe it was the control factor, Beth thought, gently holding down Day's hips so he couldn't thrust into her mouth and gag her. There was just something about having a man at your complete mercy to make a girl feel positively cheery. Beth tried to remember all the times her friends had talked to her about giving a great blow job, and she tried to remember what guys would like. Almost instantly a naughty thought popped into her mind, and with all the time in the word, Beth slowly drew her one hand across Day's hip, and down between his legs. Hoping she was doing it right, Beth gently squeezed Day's balls hearing him give a deep groan, which Beth took positively, before reaching further and looking for his taint. When Day surged into her mouth, nearly chocking her, Beth was sure she had found it. "Fuck!" Day gasped loudly reaching for Beth's hair and tugging it. Beth gently pulled back, and began once again licking his dick. "Gently Day," Beth chuckled messaging around his taint again, watching his hips hump the air, "I like my hair on my head." Beth went back to using her tongue and mouth, not enjoying the taste as much as the power she had over him. Day was completely at her mercy, and that was what was getting her wet the most. He was large, strong, and full-on-in-your-face male! But right now he was just putty in her hands. "Enough! Enough!" Day croaked, gently tugging at her hair. Beth gave his balls once last squeeze and his dick one last lick before moving her hands up his torso and climbing on top of him. Beth watched as Day wrapped his arms around her and sat up, his dick laying nearly flat against his stomach. A bit ferociously Day dragged her head down and claimed her lips, sucking and nipping as his hands roamed her curves and dragged her even closer. No doubt about it, Beth thought to herself, the man could definitely kiss! Beth drew back from the kiss gasping in air as she slowly moved her hips, grinding herself on his thigh. Day bent her back a little and Beth wondered if he would drop her, seeing as they were still on the edge of the bed, but instead he latched onto her nipple sending pleasure shooting through her body. "Please, please, please..." Beth whispered as her toyed with her nipples, using his teeth, tongue, and very skillful fingers to bring her pleasure. Having a mind of their own, her finger nails trailed across his shoulders and back, biting into him when he hit a specific spot that sent electricity coursing through her. But even as Beth was enjoying his ministrations she wanted the control back, needed it. "Day, I want to... hm... try something!" Beth gasped as he blew hot air across one nipple while his fingers manipulated the other. "Ok... what did you have in mind?" Day said, not stopping his assault on her breasts. Beth could almost laugh at the casual note in his tone, but she was to busy moaning. "Condom first, and then..." Her voice trailed off again, as the pleasure hit her with a drugging force. Day nodded, lifting his head and motioning for her to stand back up. Beth slowly got up, gently teasing him by rubbing her thigh against his erection. She got a dirty look from Day, and a drop of pre-cum from his dick. Beth smiled like the Cheshire Cat, as she watched Day rummage through the draw he had got the last condom from, and once again pull one out. "Remind me to go buy some more." Day mumbled as he fiddled with the foil packet. More? Like they would be doing this more? Maybe often? Maybe like seeing each other? Beth didn't want to think of the future, not if the last 48 hours had been any indiction of the turn her life had taken. Wisely she kept her mouth shut and watched him roll the condom on. Beth had been dying to try something she had seen in one of those Kama Sutra books at Borders, but Jason had been a two position kind of guy and nothing more. With gentle force, Beth pushed Day back so he was sitting in the middle of the big bed, a curious expression on his face. Beth knew she was ready, and really didn't need anymore foreplay. Maneuvering herself she climbed on the bed backwards, and slowly crawled back until her butt hit Day's stomach. She felt Day's hands grip her hips, and was glad for the balance as she levered herself up onto her knees. "You ready?" Beth said, turning to face Day as he realized what she was doing. She saw him give a brisk nod, and felt his hands grip her hips a fraction tighter. Reaching down between them, she grabbed Day's dick hearing him gasp out, and slowly began to lower herself onto him. Fuck he was big this way! Beth thought as she began to take him into her. "I'm too big this way." Day muttered against her back, reading her mind. "You need to be more..." But his voice trailed off as her muscles began to grip his dick for dear life. Beth was swiveling her lips, broken sighs and moans peeling from her lips, as she felt his base kiss her ass. Slowly she trailed a hand across her breast, tweaking her nipple and feeling her muscles clamp tightly on him. They both moaned as she reached further down, giving his balls a quick tease before trailing her fingers further up. "Do you mind if I...?" Beth asked, fingers poised over her clit. She turned her neck to face Day, who wore a grim expression like he was in a lot of pain. He looked up into her eyes, managing a smile. Beth felt one of his hands reach up to her hair and grip her scalp while the other trailed around her body fitting itself to her poised hand. "Let's do it together." Day whispered across her mouth, before he took her lips in a brutal kiss and maneuvered their fingers to her clit. Beth cried into his mouth, as both their fingers manipulated her clit into orgasm. Her body exploded, as she pulled back from the kiss and bit Day's shoulder to keep from screaming. But it wasn't over, not by a long shot. The night was hot and perfumed with their sex as they rocked each other to climax, Day working himself in shallow thrusts inside on her and Beth gripping him with all her power, until they both climaxed again and again and again, finally succumbing to an exhausted sleep sometime in the early morning. *Remember to vote and comment!