For the Love of Marni
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
15,483
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 2 - Plans
Chapter 2 - Plans
Luke had been watching her again, of course. He reveled in it. He had even started constructing a plan in his head for how he and Marni could be together, finally, as they always should have been. He was her destiny, he knew. She was the love he had always deserved and he was the only one who could provide her with the love she was missing.
Marni was sitting at the kitchen table with Hannah. Luke didn’t know why Hannah was home but she must have either been sick or on vacation. He envied Hannah the attention she was getting from her mother. Marni, on the other hand, looked sad and tired. He wished he could find a way to make her face brighten up. How that would make his day.
He had called his lawyer earlier that day, just as he had threatened to, and his lawyer had painted the same picture his ex-wife did. His chances of even getting regular visits were slim, especially considering that there were currently 3 restraining orders out against him. His lawyer advised him that he didn’t want to take his ex to court and then be unceremoniously dragged through the mud. He was taking this under advisement, as much as he hated her for all of it. It was really cruel what Sandy was doing to him.
More than anything, almost even more than he wanted to make Marni his own, he wanted to see his son again. He was the only good thing he had ever really done. Par for course, he had been taken away just like everything else in his life. This time he wasn’t going to just let it lay. He was going to find a way, somehow, to get back at his wife and to see his son again, if for only one last time.
Right now he was trying to focus on the task at hand: buying supplies for his summer cabin. Since his business was transportable, he often tried to get away for as long as he could. It sounded strange, he knew, but he even sometimes got tired of watching. In his head he checked off the things he would need there this coming weekend, and knew that cleaning it would keep him extremely busy. Maybe he could bring her--. He cut the thought off. No, it would never work. She’d be resistant to him at first… he’d have to come up with some way to barricade her in there.
It was definitely something to think about.
***
The weekend he had planned at the cabin turned out to be just too much withdrawal for him to handle, and he had to retire back to his apartment to watch her. Her husband was back in town, and he had watched them have sex, through their bedroom window with his strategically placed camera, on Sunday afternoon while Hannah was away at a friend’s house. Actually, he couldn’t watch the whole thing, it was too disturbing. Their bodies were sweaty and sliding against each other. Marni’s husband was grunting above her, and then they switched positions so she could ride him. Luke tried to imagine himself under her, but then the noises her husband made broke into his reverie and he had to turn his TV off. It was too painful to think of her with other men.
Instead, Luke sat down in front of his computer and browsed quotes for ready-to-install sheds. That will do, he thought, that will definitely be enough for her.
***
Luke’s dream was finally beginning to become a reality. He thanked the man on the phone and then hung it up. That was a construction crew. They were going to work on building a guest house for him that would have a bomb shelter in the basement. This would definitely work to keep Marni in but would provide her with a modicum of privacy and comfort as well. Luke wanted to win her, not trap her. He’d have to install locks on all the windows and doors, of course, and request shatterproof glass. It would be a strange request, but at least not after he had requested the bomb shelter in the basement. He hoped they would just pass him off as some sort of Armageddon weirdo and move on.
Time seemed to be the only thing that wasn’t on his side anymore. The guest house would take about a month to construct, and that was even after they had gotten all of the special-ordered parts he had requested. It seemed that it would take the rest of the season to get all of this in order, not to mention that he would have to bring an interior designer in to fill the place up suitably for Marni. No luxury spared. She was his queen.
***
She didn’t even know why she tried with him anymore. Her daughter was the only thing that brought her joy anymore. Greg seemed neither to care for her nor for anything having to do with their small family. She knew about his affair, knew about his indiscretions, and for the most part she didn’t care. Marni was very close to washing her hands of him. With just a few more lose ends to tie off, and just a few thousand more dollars—she could be rid of him forever.
Idly she twisted her coffee mug by its handle and eyed her husband across the table, reading his paper and eating the breakfast she had made for him. He didn’t notice her. She doubted he’d notice her even if she were sitting there naked. Not that she would have tried it, of course, she had Hannah to think of. Every day Marni prayed that, as intelligent as her daughter was, that she wouldn’t catch on to the trials that her parents were going through. It was a lot to hope for.
Fourth grade was hard on Hannah but at least it was finally nearing the end of the school year. Summer was almost upon them, and between Hannah’s home life and Hannah’s social life she had nearly flunked out of school that year. Marni had worked diligently to assure that that did not happen, while also silently assuring herself that by the time she entered school the next year they would be far away from this place.
“Can you pass me a napkin, honey?” Greg asked, without looking up from his paper. He held his hand out, waiting for her to put the napkin in it. Marni sighed and did as he asked. He dabbed at his mouth a few times and then stood up, folding the paper as he went. “I’m going to be going on an extended business trip. I won’t be back for two weeks. I’ve been put in charge of entertaining a few investors for their trip through D.C. I leave tomorrow so I’ll want my bags packed. You’ll see to it, right honey?” He looked at her then, his eyes finally falling on her softly curling hair, the curve of her face, and then he looked away.
Marni watched Greg grab his empty plate, leave it on the counter, then pace out the door, pausing only momentarily to grab his long jacket. How he took her for granted was deplorable.
“Mommy? Why does Daddy go away so much? Doesn’t he like us?” Marni looked at her daughter with an internal sigh and attempted to explain his actions in ways that her 9 year old would understand…
***
Luke had gone on a shopping spree, going to 8 or 10 clothing stores to pick out new wardrobes for he and Marni. He relished in being able to shop for her, to finally get a say in what she would wear. Beautiful sundresses and linen pants, sandals and silky nightgowns.
He bought her lingerie, too, guessing her sizes after having spoken with a knowing sales associate. When she had finished counseling him she shook her head in that way that women do when they think that the man standing in front of them is an idiot. He hated her for it. Marni would never have given him that look; she would never have shaken her head and chattered about him with her friends once he had left, remarking on his foolishness. She would compliment him on his thoughtfulness, praise him for his attentiveness, revel in his care of her.
Colorful socks, long stockings and beautiful shoes of every kind, fancy dresses and low-necked blouses—they all were added to the mélange of clothing to be found in the back seat of his car. He had purchased enough new clothing for himself as to not appear suspicious, but the bulk of it was for her. He was just sad that he wasn’t able to purchase off-season clothing. He would just have to go out shopping again, and what joy that would be!
On his way home he almost got into accidents three times while he was daydreaming about how she would react when she saw the clothing he had picked for her, and how he would react when he saw her in it. He longed to see Marni’s face light up, to have her throw her arms around him and kiss him in thanks, to finally get to feel what her soft skin would feel like against his. Luke was drifting off again…
When he got home he carefully de-tagged everything and packed it away safely in some spare luggage. He put all of the spare buttons and thread that came with the clothes safely away, too, knowing that she would be sad should one of these pretty things tear and not be able to fix them. He chuckled to himself as he imagined her surprise when she saw that he had remembered such a small thing. This, he knew, was why she would love him; it would be in the small things.
Finally tucking away the last of it, he straightened from where he had bent to stack the luggage in a corner of his bedroom. What was it that he had to remember to do again? Oh, yes, look up interior decorators. He’d have to get price quotes and interview them in the coming months. Well, he thought, better get to it.
Luke had been watching her again, of course. He reveled in it. He had even started constructing a plan in his head for how he and Marni could be together, finally, as they always should have been. He was her destiny, he knew. She was the love he had always deserved and he was the only one who could provide her with the love she was missing.
Marni was sitting at the kitchen table with Hannah. Luke didn’t know why Hannah was home but she must have either been sick or on vacation. He envied Hannah the attention she was getting from her mother. Marni, on the other hand, looked sad and tired. He wished he could find a way to make her face brighten up. How that would make his day.
He had called his lawyer earlier that day, just as he had threatened to, and his lawyer had painted the same picture his ex-wife did. His chances of even getting regular visits were slim, especially considering that there were currently 3 restraining orders out against him. His lawyer advised him that he didn’t want to take his ex to court and then be unceremoniously dragged through the mud. He was taking this under advisement, as much as he hated her for all of it. It was really cruel what Sandy was doing to him.
More than anything, almost even more than he wanted to make Marni his own, he wanted to see his son again. He was the only good thing he had ever really done. Par for course, he had been taken away just like everything else in his life. This time he wasn’t going to just let it lay. He was going to find a way, somehow, to get back at his wife and to see his son again, if for only one last time.
Right now he was trying to focus on the task at hand: buying supplies for his summer cabin. Since his business was transportable, he often tried to get away for as long as he could. It sounded strange, he knew, but he even sometimes got tired of watching. In his head he checked off the things he would need there this coming weekend, and knew that cleaning it would keep him extremely busy. Maybe he could bring her--. He cut the thought off. No, it would never work. She’d be resistant to him at first… he’d have to come up with some way to barricade her in there.
It was definitely something to think about.
***
The weekend he had planned at the cabin turned out to be just too much withdrawal for him to handle, and he had to retire back to his apartment to watch her. Her husband was back in town, and he had watched them have sex, through their bedroom window with his strategically placed camera, on Sunday afternoon while Hannah was away at a friend’s house. Actually, he couldn’t watch the whole thing, it was too disturbing. Their bodies were sweaty and sliding against each other. Marni’s husband was grunting above her, and then they switched positions so she could ride him. Luke tried to imagine himself under her, but then the noises her husband made broke into his reverie and he had to turn his TV off. It was too painful to think of her with other men.
Instead, Luke sat down in front of his computer and browsed quotes for ready-to-install sheds. That will do, he thought, that will definitely be enough for her.
***
Luke’s dream was finally beginning to become a reality. He thanked the man on the phone and then hung it up. That was a construction crew. They were going to work on building a guest house for him that would have a bomb shelter in the basement. This would definitely work to keep Marni in but would provide her with a modicum of privacy and comfort as well. Luke wanted to win her, not trap her. He’d have to install locks on all the windows and doors, of course, and request shatterproof glass. It would be a strange request, but at least not after he had requested the bomb shelter in the basement. He hoped they would just pass him off as some sort of Armageddon weirdo and move on.
Time seemed to be the only thing that wasn’t on his side anymore. The guest house would take about a month to construct, and that was even after they had gotten all of the special-ordered parts he had requested. It seemed that it would take the rest of the season to get all of this in order, not to mention that he would have to bring an interior designer in to fill the place up suitably for Marni. No luxury spared. She was his queen.
***
She didn’t even know why she tried with him anymore. Her daughter was the only thing that brought her joy anymore. Greg seemed neither to care for her nor for anything having to do with their small family. She knew about his affair, knew about his indiscretions, and for the most part she didn’t care. Marni was very close to washing her hands of him. With just a few more lose ends to tie off, and just a few thousand more dollars—she could be rid of him forever.
Idly she twisted her coffee mug by its handle and eyed her husband across the table, reading his paper and eating the breakfast she had made for him. He didn’t notice her. She doubted he’d notice her even if she were sitting there naked. Not that she would have tried it, of course, she had Hannah to think of. Every day Marni prayed that, as intelligent as her daughter was, that she wouldn’t catch on to the trials that her parents were going through. It was a lot to hope for.
Fourth grade was hard on Hannah but at least it was finally nearing the end of the school year. Summer was almost upon them, and between Hannah’s home life and Hannah’s social life she had nearly flunked out of school that year. Marni had worked diligently to assure that that did not happen, while also silently assuring herself that by the time she entered school the next year they would be far away from this place.
“Can you pass me a napkin, honey?” Greg asked, without looking up from his paper. He held his hand out, waiting for her to put the napkin in it. Marni sighed and did as he asked. He dabbed at his mouth a few times and then stood up, folding the paper as he went. “I’m going to be going on an extended business trip. I won’t be back for two weeks. I’ve been put in charge of entertaining a few investors for their trip through D.C. I leave tomorrow so I’ll want my bags packed. You’ll see to it, right honey?” He looked at her then, his eyes finally falling on her softly curling hair, the curve of her face, and then he looked away.
Marni watched Greg grab his empty plate, leave it on the counter, then pace out the door, pausing only momentarily to grab his long jacket. How he took her for granted was deplorable.
“Mommy? Why does Daddy go away so much? Doesn’t he like us?” Marni looked at her daughter with an internal sigh and attempted to explain his actions in ways that her 9 year old would understand…
***
Luke had gone on a shopping spree, going to 8 or 10 clothing stores to pick out new wardrobes for he and Marni. He relished in being able to shop for her, to finally get a say in what she would wear. Beautiful sundresses and linen pants, sandals and silky nightgowns.
He bought her lingerie, too, guessing her sizes after having spoken with a knowing sales associate. When she had finished counseling him she shook her head in that way that women do when they think that the man standing in front of them is an idiot. He hated her for it. Marni would never have given him that look; she would never have shaken her head and chattered about him with her friends once he had left, remarking on his foolishness. She would compliment him on his thoughtfulness, praise him for his attentiveness, revel in his care of her.
Colorful socks, long stockings and beautiful shoes of every kind, fancy dresses and low-necked blouses—they all were added to the mélange of clothing to be found in the back seat of his car. He had purchased enough new clothing for himself as to not appear suspicious, but the bulk of it was for her. He was just sad that he wasn’t able to purchase off-season clothing. He would just have to go out shopping again, and what joy that would be!
On his way home he almost got into accidents three times while he was daydreaming about how she would react when she saw the clothing he had picked for her, and how he would react when he saw her in it. He longed to see Marni’s face light up, to have her throw her arms around him and kiss him in thanks, to finally get to feel what her soft skin would feel like against his. Luke was drifting off again…
When he got home he carefully de-tagged everything and packed it away safely in some spare luggage. He put all of the spare buttons and thread that came with the clothes safely away, too, knowing that she would be sad should one of these pretty things tear and not be able to fix them. He chuckled to himself as he imagined her surprise when she saw that he had remembered such a small thing. This, he knew, was why she would love him; it would be in the small things.
Finally tucking away the last of it, he straightened from where he had bent to stack the luggage in a corner of his bedroom. What was it that he had to remember to do again? Oh, yes, look up interior decorators. He’d have to get price quotes and interview them in the coming months. Well, he thought, better get to it.