Scandalous Affair

The Good-bye

"One more for the road?" She asked, raising one eyebrow in his directions.

"Wouldn't have it any other way," he smiled.

They paid the bill and climbed into the back of their limo.

"Drive for an hour, and do not bother us," Chelsea said to the driver before she crouched in. She locked the privacy window, then turned to Nate licking her lips devilishly. "Time to make sure you know just what you'll be missing," she said kneeling before him. This time, he needed only to sit back and revel in her seduction. She unlatched his belt, his pants, pulled down his zipper, and eased his pants down a bit, exposing his growing erection. She looked up at him playfully and stroked the shaft gently a time or two before licking all the way up from the base with her long, wet tongue. Then, she took him in. Unlike the fury and passion of the night before, this was a deliberate seduction and tempered with breaks, to calm him, then pull him time and time again back to the brink of climax. It was all an effort to remind him of what she could do for him, but it suddenly felt like domination to Nate. He was putty in her hands, eager for whatever she would do next, however she would stroke him. He hated that feeling. She was controlling him, he was letting her. The world might bow to Chelsea's whims but he decided she didn't own him.

"Enough," he said when he was on the edge of orgasm once again and felt her pull away. She looked up and he saw defiance reflect in her eyes. She demanded control, always had. She would obey but only to keep him from leaving. He didn't care, he needed the release. He laced his fingers in her hair holding her there, and finally she gave him what he needed. He would miss the sex the most, of that he was sure.

"You better not forget how good I make you feel."

"Impossible," he said taking her onto his lap after fixing his pants and belt. She wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled into his neck for the rest of the ride, feigning the powerlessness, she knew he was looking for.

His bag was waiting for him when they got back. Before he left, though, he wanted to say good-bye to his kids. Tyler, was still passed out in his bed. Nate woke him. He was bleary eyed, disheveled and unshaven. Nate wondered if he had found a way out of the house last night to party or if he just didn't look good that morning. The guard hadn't mentioned it, the tabloids would tell if he had been spotted anywhere.

"I really don't think you should do this Dad. It's because of me, right? Don't leave Mom because of me. Don't... please." It was always like kids to blame themselves. Nate's guilt stuck him in the gut. The man in Tyler wanted to protect his mom, it tore at Nate. It wasn't his fault... not all of it, his addiction and troubles were his choice not Chelsea's. Sure the way she insisted that they cover for him ate away at Nate and drove them apart but this choice wasn't Tyler's fault. Hearing his son blame himself actually made Nate resent Sofia, not for the first time. She insisted he leave Tyler too. It was the most unfair of all the demands made. He hugged his boy hard. He loved him, he remembered all the firsts; first smile, first step, first run, the growing-up, the having fun. There were many good memories but they were covered over with a mountain of Tyler's poor choices that were destroying them all. Still, the good was there. Nate didn't know if he'd be back and didn't want to make a promise he wouldn't keep, instead he clapped the boy on the back and nodded a final, silent, good-bye. Tyler was already laying back in bed when Nate turned to look back at him from his bedroom door.

Then Nate turned his attention to his baby girl, sweet little Sarah. She was waiting, hands fidgeting in anticipation, at the bottom of the grand stairway. Her face glowed, her smile always melted him. She seemed stronger that morning, sparkling in a pretty yellow dress, than she had been in quite a while and jumped up high into his arms and hugged him tightly when he came down into the foyer. Her nurse and Chelsea were also waiting.

"Oh Daddy, I can't wait!" Sarah said grinning mischievously into his eyes. "I can't wait to have a real mommy! You don't even have to come back," she looked suspiciously at her mother then cupped her hands over his hear and whispered, "you can take me now and we can go be wif Sofia forever!"

Chelsea crossed her arms defensively. She detested their secrets. She contorted her face viciously in front of Nate's eyes, her hate for the girl impossible to hide. He resented Sofia, true enough, for including Tyler in the things he must leave to be with her, but Chelsea's treatment of Sarah absolutely repulsed him. Sarah hadn't done a thing to deserve her mother's spite. He didn't blame his sweet daughter in the least for wanting a real mother and for wanting to leave Chelsea as soon as possible.

"Don't worry, princess, I won't leave without you," he promised, setting her back down. He gave Julie a "don't let her be alone with her mother" look the nurse knew all too well. She knew she mattered little in the rich family's drama but prayed silently that Nate would leave Chelsea for good, Sarah had already suffered too much at her mother's hands.

Nate walked to Chelsea and gave her a curt peck on the forehead, still fuming at her reaction to his good-bye with Sarah. He reached for his bag, took his sunglasses off the table and hit the road.