Chapter 11
The next morning, Misty woke up with a start. The first thing she realized was that she was alone. Brock's warm embrace was no longer around her like it was when she had fallen asleep. His clothes were gone, his cell phone no longer lay next to hers on the night stand.
The shower wasn't running and the room was quiet, filled with the early morning noises of late summer. Birds chirping along with the repetitive sounds of the waves crashing against the shore.
Misty lifted herself up in bed and realized immediately she was naked. That's right. She had let Brock take advantage of her vulnerability last night and she was entirely aware of the fact he would do it to.
She wanted him to do it. It was like she was asking to be hurt. And maybe she was.
All of her emotions had seemed numb last night, until she was in that moment with him. When they were as close as two people can possibly get, when he had filled her so completely by making love to her. That was the moment it became obvious to her that she had fallen in love with him.
Somehow she knew she'd wake up in this hotel room alone, but what she didn't expect was a note and that's exactly what she found on his pillow, folded neatly and placed right in the center. She picked it up and read it.
Last night was amazing.
You're the most beautiful woman in the world.
Don't ever forget that.
Tears came to her eyes. Brock really had no clue, did he? Did he really think this note was going to be enough to comfort her when she woke up and found him gone? No. It wasn't. Because she knew exactly what he had done.
He had woken up early, drove back to Landview and made love to Lucy again to try and banish the guilt he felt for cheating on his wife.
Misty wiped her tears away, wondering if this is what she deserves for giving into such a sinful desire of wanting a married man as badly as she did. But how could she resist? Should a woman really be punished for being attracted to a man like Brock?
It was like putting a diabetic in a candy store. Everything was so tempting, but off limits, and if you crossed those limits there would be dire consequences.
Misty's cell phone rang and she grabbed it, hoping it was Brock but never looking at the screen. "Hello?" Her voice was too hopeful to sound as if she didn't care if he left.
"Misty, like, it's Violet. Are you awake yet?"
It was just her sister and it sounded like she was in a car, driving. She could hear the wind rushing past the mouth piece of the phone. "Uhm…yes…I'm awake." She realized she still hadn't bothered getting dressed yet and she reached down to grab her discarded dress from the floor.
The pale pink evening dress that she was going to feel awfully awkward in this early in the morning. She straightened it out.
"Well, I'm on my way to pick you up. Meet me outside."
"Alright." Misty replied. "Violet…"
"Hm?"
"What all did you hear about last night? I mean, Brock is the one who told you I was here, wasn't he?" Misty's voice was shaky.
"Yea, he told me you had, like, a little too much to drink last night." Violet replied and for minute Misty was relieved. "But I know that's a lie because I know you don't drink. But if you, like, don't want to discuss what really happened, we totally don't have to."
Blushing, Misty stared at herself in the mirror. She suddenly became aware of ever flaw she had, to the freckle on her left hip, to the blemishes on her face. Then, she compared herself to Lucy. Her breasts weren't as large, her legs weren't as long, she wasn't as skinny or pretty or--
Did Brock really mean it when he said she was the most beautiful woman in the world?
"Earth to Misty…?" Violet questioned over the phone.
"Oh, uhm, yea I'll be ready." She hung up the phone and sighed, staring down at the dress in her hands. The same one she remembered Brock taking off of her the night before and how wonderful making love to him had been.
Within fifteen minutes she was downstairs, looking like she was rushing off to a cocktail party after shopping at the Goodwill. Her dress was wrinkled and her hair was uncombed. She climbed into the passenger seat and Violet smiled at her.
"You sure you don't, like, mind staying with Lance and I?" She asked after a moment, referring to her husband, Lance Scavo. Misty never really did get along with her brother-in-law, but she really didn't have a choice. She had to stay with Violet.
"I don't mind." She said with a sigh. "I'll find a way to deal."
Violet looked out the windshield. "So, Misty, you don't seem to, like, have a hangover."
"You're going to pry aren't you?"
"You know it."
Sighing, Misty crossed her legs. "Alright, but you have to promise you won't tell Lucy. Or anyone for that matter, OK? I really hate to kiss and tell…"
"Pinky promise." Violet held out her hand, her pinky extended. Misty wrapped her pinky around her sister's and took a deep breath.
"I slept with Brock."
The car lurched forward as soon as Violet turned the corner onto her neighborhood street and screeched to a halt. Misty's heart raced in her chest. "You did what?"
"Why the hell are you so surprised?" asked Misty.
"Well, I wasn't expecting that answer. I thought, like, maybe you met some single, unmarried man there last night and went upstairs with him and… totally 'overslept'." Violet confessed, still reeling from shock. "I didn't know the hottie you were with was Brock!"
"I didn't mean for it to happen. I mean, I did, but…" She trailed off, feeling shame and embarrassment. "You promise you won't tell?"
"I pinky promised, remember?" Violet parked her car in their driveway behind her husband's SUV. Great, he was home and she already knew he wasn't too thrilled with having Misty stay with them for an extended period of time.
Misty wasn't too thrilled with it herself but she didn't have a choice. Ash owned the house and she owned nothing but her Honda which was still parked in his driveway back in Landview. Then, she realized. Half her life was still back in Landview.
Her car, her friends, her favourite shopping malls…and Brock. He was there. How could she live almost an hour away from him. It's not like she could ever inadvertently run into him again like she did that night at the park.
She probably wouldn't see him for a very long time. Maybe Christmas, and that was a huge maybe. They weren't family and they wouldn't even be friends if it wasn't for the fact he was friends with Ash back in high school and they had become mutual friends.
Now they had slept together.
Lance looked at Misty as soon as she came through the door. He was peeling potatoes for a pot roast he was preparing for dinner. "Hi Misty…"
"Hi Lance…" She said politely, then urged Violet to help her with her bags and headed for the staircase. When she was sure he was out of earshot she looked over at her sister. "Do you think I should call Brock later?"
Violet shook her head. "No way! You always make a man, like, call you first. If he doesn't then he's a total jerk and doesn't deserve you anyway."
"But…"
"I don't want you to fall into that trap Misty. Seriously…" She said, putting her suitcases by the wall. "I know after you sleep with a guy you feel like you need them, but you totally don't…Like, OK, I lost my virginity to Gary Oak on prom night and, like, he never bothered speaking to me again…but I did just fine."
"I love him, Violet." Misty's voice shook and she felt so stupid for crying. It had only been an hour since she woke up and found him gone and he was probably at work so of course he wasn't going to call.
And…he did leave her that note.
Of course that didn't mean a damn thing considering she knew Brock and he was probably just trying to soften to blow of going back to his wife after a night of great, meaningless sex.
"Misty…"
"I know, I'm stupid." She wiped her tears away with the back of her hand.
"No, you're not." Her sister placed her hand on hers and smiled. "You just need to be careful about him, Misty. He's a total womanizer, but, like, don't worry about it. He'll call, alright?"
She nodded and Violet stood up. "I'll be downstairs with Lance. Dinner's usually around, like, six. I'll be here if you need to talk, OK?"
Two long weeks had passed since Misty moved back to Cerulean City and left her life in Landview behind. Brock had failed to contact her for the entire two weeks and as September approached, she knew he never would.
It was heart wrenching to realize that her marriage to Ash Ketchum didn't even last a lousy two months and after all those years waiting to save herself for him, she had lost it to a man who probably had forgotten her name.
Sleeping would have been useless. She couldn't sleep, she simply had too much on her mind. There was so many times she had come close to calling Brock, but always hung up right at the last minute because she had remembered what Violet had said.
Let him call.
Brock wasn't going to call.
Suddenly, her cell phone rang and she thought of how odd it would be to receive a phone call at almost one in the morning. She pulled it from her nightstand and almost couldn't believe what she was seeing.
He did call! It was actually him. So, now that he called. What would she say? Would she ask him why he hadn't contacted her for two weeks? Would she tell him she was in love with him? By the fourth ring, she decided to answer and timidly greeted him.
"Hello?" Her voice was quiet and unsure.
"Hey there, Gorgeous. Long time, huh?" Brock's voice sounded confident and strong. It made her want to clobber him over the head and melt into his arms at the same time.
"Why haven't you tried to call me and check on me for the past two weeks?" Her anger mounted and she paced the room. Her legs were as wobbly as her voice. She hated how he could do this to her.
"Hey, hey, calm down." Misty could hear the smile in his handsome voice. "I meant to call you, but I wasn't sure quite what I would say."
"You could have at least called and said 'Hello'. It was the least you could do after…you know…" Misty trailed off, suddenly feeling shy. "If you were here, I'd kill you, you know that, Brock?"
"Yea?" He asked, chuckling softly. It sent shivers up her spine. "Well, maybe you can."
"What?"
"Look out your window."
No, he didn't. He wouldn't.
Misty scrambled over to her window and pulled up the shades. He leaned against the front grill of his truck, holding his cell phone up to his ear. He waved at her as she looked down at him from the window.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked, never taking her eyes off of him.
"I'm here to see you…" Brock answered obviously. "Come down here. There's a nice breeze coming off from the ocean. Let's take a walk on the beach."
"Brock, it's…one o'clock in the morning."
"I'm aware of that." Suddenly, he hung up his phone and the line buzzed in her ear. She looked down at him and he held his arms open. Rolling her eyes, she felt a mix of annoyance and excitement. Well, she wasn't going to sleep anyway and she was thrilled Brock had actually decided to speak to her again.
Even though it took him more than long enough…
Misty tugged a pair of cut-off shorts over her slender hips and checked her appearance the mirror. Her hair was a little messy, not at all like it was the last time he had seen her. It was long and wavy, falling softly around her shoulders and down her back.
She wondered when she had become to obsessed with her vanity.
Finally, she snuck out of the front door very quietly as not to wake up Violet or Lance. She saw Brock still leaned against the hood of his truck patiently, his gaze was heavenward and but when she approached him he turned his attention towards her and smiled.
"Wow, I almost forget how pretty you are." He said as he watched her walk towards him. He studied her silhouette and he wondered why he hadn't attempted to see her sooner.
Misty saw that same look in his eye. That look he had at Lilly's party when he had asked her to go upstairs with him. It was an inviting warm look, that pulled her to him and there wasn't a thing she could ever do about it.
"Don't try and sweet talk me, Brock." She forced herself to sound assertive, though she knew it was useless. He was not the kind of man to intimidated by anyone, especially a woman. "What are you doing here so late?"
Without a word he linked his arm with hers. "I had to see you again." He answered as they approached the beach. It was virtually deserted this time of night and even this time of year. The air was colder than normal.
Misty pulled off her flip-flops and let them dangle off her fingers as she stepped onto the cool, white sand. Cerulean City's beaches were always her favourite part about her hometown. They were beautiful, especially at night.
"Shouldn't you be at home with Lucy?" She asked him, realizing that at some point on their walk from Violet's house, he had grabbed her hand and locked his fingers with hers. She didn't want to let go. Ever.
"Well, she took off…" He replied, the friendly, playful tone was gone from his voice. "We got in a fight and she left…"
"She doesn't know about us, does she?" Misty asked, hoping that he wouldn't say she did. Was that what their fight was about?
"No. No. She doesn't have a clue. We were fighting about children at first and…" He trailed off and kicked sand in front of him. Misty heard a wave crash on the beach and then lazily retreat back into the ocean.
"And what?" She asked, unsure if she should pry.
"Well, Lucy and I always try and fix our arguments with sex. So, we were going to…and I just…couldn't…" He shook his head. "We shouldn't have sex every time we have an argument anyway. That's not healthy."
Neither one of them spoke until they finally decided to sit down in a soft patch of sand. Music from a nightclub down the beach was a muffled background atmosphere. The soft, purple, neon glow could be seen from down the beach and Misty was almost comforted by that.
There was no way he would try anything with her with so many people nearby. Would he? Was that disappointment she felt?
"So, you got in a fight over not having sex with her?" She questioned again and he nodded. "It never seemed to be a problem with you before."
"I couldn't get you out of my mind. I mean, I've had sex with her after…us…but tonight…" He locked his arms around his knees and stared out at the ocean. "I just had to see you tonight."
Misty turned her gaze from the moonlit ocean to him. "I have to admit. I'm a little jealous you slept with her afterwards. I mean, I know she's your wife and I knew you would…it's just…kind of hard to hear it, you know?"
Brock moved closer to her and whispered in her ear. "Would it change matters if I told you I fantasized about us when I was with her?" He placed a small kiss on her neck and he slipped his hand under the hem of her shorts to caress her.
His lips felt so warm against her skin, his touch was electrifying and she could feel herself giving into him again, any anger she had towards him was slowly melting away with each stroke of his hand across the small of her back and with each kiss on her neck.
"You're lying…" Misty accused faintly as Brock's erotic caresses made her heart beat more rapidly.
"I'm not." He corrected her and he strung a line of arousing kisses down her neck and to her shoulders while his hands slid up her shirt to cup her breasts. "I want to make love to you tonight."
She closed her eyes and leaned back into him as she felt him pinch and tease her breasts until she was begging to be touched. "Why do you keep doing this to me?" She asked, rubbing her hand over his powerful arousal. Just touching it made her ache for him.
"What? Making you feel beautiful? Giving you what you deserve?" His voice was a deep sensual whisper and Misty linked her arms around his neck and tilted her head back, feeling a surge of desire rise within her like a warm tide.
She knew he was right. He did make her feel beautiful. He did give her everything she deserved and more.
Brock's grip tightened around her waist and he turned her around to face him, his eyes smoldered as he gazed down into her eyes. "You're so beautiful."
His mouth covered hers urgently, and she felt her throat tighten and the sting of tears come to her eyes, as he molded their bodies so close together that every hard muscle in his rugged frame made an impression against her.
Finally, he stripped of her silk pajama top and was elated to see that she wasn't wearing a bra. "I can't wait any longer." He groaned out as he hovered above her in the dark. He had pushed her back onto a soft bed of sand and she stared up at him, flooded with a strange emotion.
"I don't want you to wait…" Her long thick lashes splayed over her pink-tinged cheeks as she looked down and unsnapped the buttons of his pants. He kicked them off into the sand. "Take me now!"
Moonlight reflected off their bodies as they stared at each other in throbbing expectation. Misty begged him with her eyes. She urged him to make love to her again, she needed him and not just in the physical way. Why was this so different from last time in the hotel room?
Was it because she was in love with him?
He feathered her body with his fingertips from the tip of her breasts to her thighs, which he stroked sensually as he placed open-mouthed kissed on her luscious hips. The smell of her arousal was very apparent and it stimulated him even more.
Misty caught her breath and reached out, wanting to experience him the same way. Her hands glided lovingly over his muscular chest and slim hips, but when she stroked his burgeoning manhood, he uttered a hoarse cry and crushed her against him, capturing her mouth in a passionate kiss that left her clinging to him. Misty's legs felt boneless after he dragged away from her.
"I've waited all my life for this." His voice was a strained whisper. "Tell me you're mine."
She stared up at him as he hands continued to explore his body. "There will never be anyone else for me," She answered with a catch in her voice. She really meant it, knowing that she could never make love to a man like this. Ever.
Brock was the only one for her. Even if she wasn't the only one for him.
His face lit with elation and he covered her body with his.
She welcomed him to the core of her being, raising her hips to seal their union even closer. His rhythm was slow and he indulged himself in her. Her hands glided over the muscles in his arms and she stared up at his face and she could see the look of forced self-control.
He was a beautiful man. And she loved him. Being close to him like this, sharing something so intimate with a man she'll never have was too overwhelming for her, and even though she knew she would hate herself for it, she finally let the tears show.
Looking down at her, he stopped himself but never separated from her. He pushed a lock of hair from her face and she could see a look of concern on his. "Hey, hey, why are you crying? Am I hurting you?"
Misty shook her head and she felt so stupid. "No, no. You feel so good, don't stop." She begged him, wrapped her legs around his back even tighter and pulling him even closer. He kissed her briefly and enjoyed the feeling, but he wanted to know why she was crying.
"Then, why do you look so sad?"
"It's just…" She wiped a tear away from her eyes. "I know that after this over, you're going to go back home to Lucy and…it breaks my heart because…" She trailed off, and grabbed onto his hand which was buried in the sand beside her.
"Because why, Sweetheart?" He kissed her forehead and looked down at her. Misty wondered if he really did care about her, even a little, or if she was just some itch he had to scratch and that's why he traveled all the way here so late at night.
"Because I'm in love with you, Brock." Her confession almost seemed foreign, or as if she was in a dream.
"This isn't just sex to you is it?" He asked softly, holding her to him. He didn't want to escape, not yet. Now was the perfect time to tell her about he felt about her after all of these years. The problem was, would she believe him?
Misty made no move to escape, she just stared up at him and shook her head. "It's so much more than that to me. But I understand if…you don't feel that way." She blinked back tears and before she knew it he was kissing her again, the passion burning hotter than it had before.
He lifted his mouth from her and looked down at her as he drove into her, edging her closer to the verge of ecstasy. "I love you, too. I always have. I always will." His words were breathless, but she heard them perfectly.
Excitement built in a gathering storm that burst like the cresting wave that foamed a few feet away.
They were totally relaxed afterward. Bathed in a glow of complete satisfaction, they clung to each other wordlessly. The sound from the nightclub could still to be heard over the pounding blood in her head.
Misty laid her head on his chest and listened to his heart as it slowly returned to normal. She never wanted this night to end or ever let him go. His confession still hung in the air and it was nagging her to address it with him. She knew if she didn't she wouldn't sleep at all tonight.
"Brock?" She asked, unsure if she wanted to bring it up to him.
"Hm?" He questioned lazily as he stroked the side of her face with his hand.
"Did you mean what you said?" Propping herself up on her elbows she looked at him. "You said you've always loved me…"
"Of course." He pulled her down to him in the sand and kissed her again, sending shivers down his spine with each stroke of his hand over her waist. She wanted him to hold her again like he did before until he decided to leave before morning. But when he pulled away from her after several, long, blissful moments, she knew he didn't have the same thing in mind.
Brock reached for his shirt and gathered the rest of his clothes, shaking the sand from them. "I better get back to Landview before morning." He tugged on his jeans and looped his belt through, but didn't bother fastening it. It hung from his lips loosely and Misty watched him in a state of awe, not fully aware she was still naked and exposed to him.
He tossed her cut-off shorts and her silky pajama top to her. Misty caught it despite being unprepared and then she finally registered what he had said.
"You're going back to Landview already?" She asked and she felt stupid for creating that fantasy of staying on the beach with him all night long, sleeping out beneath the stars. Her voice quivered with tears.
Why did she feel used?
"Lucy's probably already back and she's going to wonder where I am." He slipped his shirt over his head and waited for her to finish getting dressed. When she stood up her pulled her to him and kissed her again and even though she had planned to tell him to keep his hands off of her from now on, she couldn't help but indulge herself in that last little moment of pleasure.
They walked in silence back to Violet's house and Misty had tried the whole way to convince herself Brock meant it when he said he loved her. But love wasn't supposed to be like this was it?
No, Misty never imagined herself having to share the love of her life with another woman. She had imagined her husband being hers and only hers. Not sleeping with other men, like Ash had done. Not having a vehement love affair on his wife with her.
So, then why did she feel like Brock was the only one for her?
He walked her up to the front porch. Stars were still clearly visible in the sky and Violet's bedroom light was still out. No one would have any idea where she had been. Of course, she would need a shower.
She wished so badly that shower could be taken with Brock.
His thumb brushed her cheek and trailed down the side of her neck, his eyes never wavering from hers. Why did he have to stare at her like that? It almost made her believe what he had said and that would be a foolish mistake.
"Goodnight, Misty." He whispered to her from underneath the porch light.
Her throat seemed to almost close up and she quickly composed herself. "Goodnight, Brock." She finally said and then he turned away from her and headed back towards his truck.
The headlights turned on and she didn't go back inside until his taillights disappeared around a corner. Sand and dust still floated in the air in his wake.
Finally, she stepped back inside and took a shower, washing away the sand that had collected on her body and clung to her hair. She was able to wash the physical evidence away but never his memory.
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