Martin was stockily built, not fat, but well on his way to it if he didn’t start exercising soon. He wore a blue suit that really brought out his eyes and had curly blonde hair that was combed but somehow still appeared tousled.
He stood up as she walked in and held his hand out for her to shake. She took it and shook it before sitting down across from him. Her gravid seven-month pregnant belly had him reaching out in vain assistance before he moved around his desk and took the chair right next to hers before saying, “I am glad to finally meet you, Margaret. I see now why Thomas is so in love with you.”
“Thank you,” Margaret replied with a flash of a kind smile before getting down to business, “So, as you’ve probably already guessed, I’m here to win back my man. Will you help me?”
“Just so you know, he told me what happened,” Martin said in a low serious voice, “He was very messed up over it. I had him go and get a drug test, and there were traces of drugs in his system. Combined with the alcohol, and well, whatever he did, he was not cognizant of his actions and I would wager that I could make a good case that he did not consent.”
“I know,” Margaret agreed in a grieved voice as she looked down at her hands, “One of the girls, Lauren, confessed what actually happened. I left to come and make up with Thomas as soon as I found out.”
“So, there will be no charges? No lawsuits?” Martin asked.
“No,” Margaret answered, “We will handle the situation as a family. Those girls know what they did was wrong, and it will never happen again. They also know that when it comes to Thomas they will never be trusted again.”
“I have to tell you, Missus Gardener,” Martin said as he nodded his head in agreement with her sentiment, “If I am asked to advise my client, I will have to tell him that I recommend that he never come within five hundred feet of those girls again. That includes you too as long as they remain at your estate.”
Margaret’s big golden brown eyes fell to her hands again. Her platinum blonde braid fell over her shoulder as tears fell into her lap and hands.
“Please,” Margaret begged through her sniffles, “Please, tell me where he is. At least let me try to win him back. I love him! I love him so much!”
“Winning his heart is not what I fear from you Missus Gardener,” Martin replied, “His heart is already yours, what I fear is what you will do with it once he sees you again.”
Margaret’s breath caught at Martin’s statement and she couldn’t hold back the smile that lit up her face so beautifully, nor could she contain her giggles as her heart threatened to thud right out of her chest!
—-(!)—-
A silver BMW zoomed down the long solitary road that led to the Goodspeed Compound. One day, the solitary road would be filled with homes. It would become a neighborhood, and at its end would be the largest single house on the block. It would be more of a mansion than a house, almost a modern-day castle. It was a five-bedroom house, to begin with, but now, the silver sedan bypassed trucks, trailers, and mounds upon mounds of lumber. On each side of the house, two new wings were being built simultaneously. Men were crawling over the new construction like ants, and wherever they went things were getting done.
“What is all of this?” Marg asked.
“This?” Martin said as he nodded his head toward the house, “This is Thomas’s doing. This was originally his mother’s home. He bought it for her when his first App sold and he suddenly became a multi-millionaire. Thomas is the oldest of five kids. When he was a teenager his dad left his mom, so Thomas stepped up and did what he could to support his family.”
“He told me a little about them, but not much,” Marg said.
Martin nodded, “When he married Heather he moved out and got his own place, but that is all done now. Marg, I have to tell you, things have changed. Thomas was really messed up when he got back. He was heartbroken because of you. It’s taken months for Emma, Anna, and Rhea to put him back together again.”
“Changed? How?” Marg asked.
“Marg,” Martin began then sighed before going on, “Thomas loves you, and you love him. But, you are not the only woman that loves him. You had your chance to have him all to yourself, but now, well, you will have to see for yourself.”
Martin pulled into the driveway while Marg thought over his words. He popped the car into neutral, set the brake, then hopped out and opened the door for Marg. The car was very low and she was very pregnant, so he offered a hand that she took. Once she was on her feet he retrieved her bags from the trunk.
A knock on the door startled Emma out of her thoughts. Thomas was in his office avoiding the chaos of having four pregnant women and two pregnant girls emotionally running amok around the house. Scot, Jasper, Jamin, and Raegan did all they could to help but the house, no matter how you sliced it, was packed full of people.
Sauntering to the door, she opened it and her mouth fell open.
Standing in front of her were Margaret Gardener and Martin. The platinum-haired beauty stood there clutching a bag to her chest apprehensively. A chest that had swelled from small B-cup breasts to very swollen E-cups. Also, Margaret’s belly had grown since the last time Emma saw her. Now, the woman wore a country dress, lavender in color with green flowers. It was very pretty and very feminine. Halfway down Marg ballooned out! She looked like she was full-term rather than seven months.
Marg was looking down at her hands, lost in her thoughts when Emma opened the door. When she looked up, her mouth fell open too. She could see immediately that Emma was at least four months pregnant!
“What the fuck do you want?” Emma growled, “Haven’t you, and those other Montana bovine cunts, messed Thomas up enough?”
Marg stood there in shock for a long drawn-out minute as she looked Emma up and down before replying, “I knew I didn’t like you for a reason. You’re too much like me!”
“What?” Emma gasped as she clenched her fist and stepped toward Marg.
“You’ve been prancing around him naked all this time, haven’t you?” Marg asked in a knowing tone while smirking and ogling Emma up and down.
Emma stood there in the door unabashedly nude not caring one whit that Martin was right there in front of her, or that there were a hundred men all about the premises that saw her.
As Emma sputtered for a retort, Marg went on, “Obviously, he finally made a move. How many months along are you? Four? Mmm, so he didn’t make any moves immediately?”
“How?” Emma growled, but then she shook her head and said, “That doesn’t matter. It took weeks for Anna and me to undo all the shit that Heather, then you and those big-breasted cows did to him!”
“You’re right,” Marg replied as she chuckled softly, “I fucked up the best thing I’ve had since my husband died by not trusting him. That is my fault, but here I am. I still love him. Leslie still loves him. All I want, all we want, is him back in our lives, if he still loves us.”
“I shouldn’t let you in,” Emma growled.
“If you do that, and Thomas finds out, what do you think his reaction will be, Emma,” Martin asked.
“Please,” Marg begged, “Let me in. Let me talk to him. Let me at least try to win his love and trust back!”
“What if he refuses,” Emma asked.
“Then I will leave,” Marg said as she rubbed her belly, “And I will be thankful for the time we had together and the two gifts he has given me.”
Emma glared at Margaret for a long time, but then she growled and stepped back into the house, “Come on then, Thomas is hiding in his office. I will take you to him.”
Marg nodded her head and followed Emma. Martin was left behind as Emma led Marg through the house. She didn’t take Marg straight to Thomas, instead, she led Marg to the large indoor pool. Wading in the shallow end of the pool were Deborah and Anna. Both were nude. Across the pool, Scot, Cheryline, Jamin, Jasper, Reagan, and Ingrid swam in the deep end, and or, were jumping off the artificial mountain or sliding down the slide. The kids, thankfully, were all clothed in bathing suits.
“Debbie, Anna,” Emma called out. When she had their attention she continued, “This is Margaret Gardener.”
“Oh!” Anna gasped as she looked Marg up and down.
“So, she’s Cinderella?” Debbie asked.
“Yep,” Emma replied.
“Cinderella?” Marg mumbled.
“My nickname for you,” Emma replied sarcastically, “That and, the Bitch.”
“God you’re so much like me,” Marg retorted with a malicious grin as Emma’s eyes opened wide and her mouth twisted into a sneer.
“I am nothing like you,” She growled, but Marg only grinned at her.
Anna and Deborah moved out of the water and Marg was suddenly more interested in the two new women than in Emma. Anna was a crazy beautiful redhead with breasts that rivaled Leslie’s. She was younger, maybe Thomas’s age. Her waist was tiny. Marg could see what it once was, but now it was thickened with pregnancy. Anna was at least four and a half, maybe five months pregnant. And her hips and ass!
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