Inseparable: A New Adult Erotic Romance

  Inseparable: A New Adult Erotic Romance

  Bella Chal

  Published by Pub Yourself Press, 2014.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  INSEPARABLE: A NEW ADULT EROTIC ROMANCE

  First edition. June 18, 2014.

  Copyright © 2014 Bella Chal.

  Written by Bella Chal.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter 1: Julie

  Chapter 2: Julie

  Chapter 3: Jack

  Chapter 4: Jack

  Chapter 5: Julie

  Chapter 6: Julie

  Chapter 7: Julie

  Chapter 8: Julie

  Chapter 9: Julie

  Chapter 10: Julie

  Chapter 11: Jack

  Chapter 12: Julie

  Chapter 13: Jack

  Chapter 14: Julie

  Chapter 15: Julie

  Chapter 16: Jack

  Chapter 17: Jack

  Chapter 18: Jack and Julie

  Chapter 19: Jack and Julie

  Chapter 20: Jack and Julie

  About the Publisher

  I would like to thank the many wonderful readers and friends on Reddit’s SexyStories subreddit and on the Literotica Forum. I owe Bramblethorn and emeraldmbuku from Literotica a big thank you for helping me with editing and working out my plot. I would especially like to thank horndoggie, Hentakemoi, DreadSpacePirate, Succubic_Unicorn and all the other readers who posted comments and plot discussions for the invaluable feedback.

  Chapter 1: Julie

  "Hey, Julie, do you know who these belong to?" Cathy carried a pair of small pink sneakers into the manager’s office. They appeared new and had the figure of a cartoon princess across the sides.

  Julie looked up from the managers desk with a sigh. "Where did you find them?"

  "Kicked behind the water fountain, near the first party room," Cathy replied.

  Bigger Bounce had four party rooms, two on each side of the large play area filled with inflatable play equipment. Toys and clothes got lost all the time, so it was no surprise that it happened last night as well.

  "Yeah, it was the Brousard party last night. You remember that bitch in the purple designer track suit? Her three year-old lost them, but according to her it was my fault they didn’t turn up." Julie felt her stomach drop as she recalled the mother shrieking about the lost shoes. "She actually called me an over-priced babysitter and cursed at me. She’s lucky I need this job more than she needed to be slapped."

  "Oh, yeah, I remember her now: curvy, with red hair, and a mean mouth? She’s also the one who complained about the pizza. I told her we only put in the delivery order, we can’t make the delivery guy show up on time."

  "Well she’s the one who scheduled her party on a Sunday night during NFL playoffs." Julie shook her head. "Just leave them here on Sharon’s desk. I’ll give them a call and let them know we found them."

  "Thanks, Julie. Hey, speaking of them, did you get a look at the Dad? Hunka, hunka. I’d let him tuck me in any night." Cathy giggled and hugged herself.

  "He’s a little old and soft for my tastes, but he was easy on the eyes," Julie replied, smiling. "The Mom gave him the cold shoulder the whole time. I felt bad for the older sister. I overheard her tell her friend that her birthday wish was for them to stop fighting. Ugh, damn near broke my heart."

  "How old was she?"

  "Six years old and dressed better than me." Julie laughed and picked up the shoes. "Hell, these probably cost $75 bucks at the mall. That’s a quarter of my damn paycheck, and I bet she has three pairs."

  "I know, right? Suburban crotch fruit have it so easy. Must be nice." Cathy shook her head sadly.

  Julie sighed. "I always wanted to grow up in a big house with lots of toys and department store clothes. Instead, I get a one bedroom apartment with my Mom, and I still have to sleep on the couch in the living room. But hey, at least I’ll always have WalMart!" Julie pretended she was being funny, but it hit a little too close to home.

  Cathy noticed someone queued up in the concession area. "I got a customer. Let me know when it’s time to wipe down the equipment again and I’ll take it for you."

  "Thanks, Cathy."

  Julie shrugged off the self-pity and picked up the phone, dialing the number on the Brousards’ birthday party form. While the phone rang, she realized the address on the form was in a nice neighborhood on her way home. Glancing at the shoes again, she wondered if that little girl realized how lucky she was. When she heard the mother’s voice again on the outgoing message it made her shiver.

  "Thank you for calling the home of the Brousards. We are not able to come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and number we will get back to you as soon as we can."

  "Hi, this is Julie from Bigger Bounce. I found your daughter’s shoes. Please call me at 555-6473 so I can get them back to you."

  She hung up her phone before realizing the mistake she had made. "Fuck," she swore to herself silently. She had left her cell phone number instead of the business number. She sighed to herself, but realized there was nothing she could do about it now, and besides, she still had a lot of work to do.

  After she finished scheduling the morning staff for the week, she checked the answering machine messages, did an inventory of the concession stock, then double-checked that the staff had done the required cleaning of the bathrooms. Cathy and the rest of the staff were pretty good at keeping things running, but if they didn’t, it fell on Julie when Sharon came in in the afternoons.

  Rather than going back to the manager’s office, Julie went out to play with the kids for a while. It was her favorite part of the job. She had always loved working with children. During junior high and high school she had even gone through the Red Cross training courses to work as a certified babysitter and lifeguard.

  The laughter made her forget her worries for a while as she played tag through the inflatable obstacle course. The little girls and boys always loved to tag her so she would have to chase them. When she caught them, they would laugh as she tickled them mercilessly, then she would run away for them to catch her.

  There was one little boy who seemed a little timid about playing with the others. She helped him climb and jump until he got his confidence up, then she tagged him to get him running. She was rewarded with his delighted laugh as he joined in happily with the game after that.

  After she got the kids good and spun up, she ducked out to visit Cindy at the concession stand for a drink of water.

  "You are so good with kids, Julie. I bet you’ll make a good Mom." Cindy handed her a cup of ice water.

  "Got to find a good Dad first," Julie chuckled and took a drink. "It’s harder than I thought it would be."

  "You go out all the time!"

  "Yeah, but that’s just exercise," Julie said, hoping Cathy would get that she wasn't talking about lifting weights. "I like a good workout as much as the next girl, but there is a big difference between what I want for a night of fun and daddy material."

  Cathy nodded. "You seeing any likely candidates?"

  "Not right now. The last one ran screaming into the night, and good riddance."

  "What happened?"

  Julie scoffed. "I asked him to take me out and pick up the tab for a change."

  "Typical."

  "Yeah, he loved to invite me over when he was tapped out and had nothing else to do. Last time, he let me watch him play video games and then hit me up to borrow gas money."

  "That’s some class." Cathy said, shaking her head.


  "Yup, so I haven’t met a daddy yet. Just going to have to get my fix playing with the kids here," Julie said, a light smile on her face.

  The rest of the day progressed without incident. Sharon came in just as Julie was about to shut the office door and change out of her uniform to leave. She was older, with a brown monochrome dye job. She was a good manager, but a real stickler for details. Julie let her in and shut the door behind her.

  "Anything fun happen today?" Sharon asked.

  Julie pulled off her shirt and grabbed the white sweatshirt out of her duffel. "Not really. Cathy found the shoes that woman was looking for yesterday."

  "Where were they?"

  "Kicked behind the water fountain, I guess," Julie said.

  "Typical... How many customers come through today?"

  Julie knew that Sharon wouldn't be happy with her answer. "Thirty kids, but I got two moms asking about parties. I put their forms on your desk so you can check the quotes I wrote and to confirm their info."

  Sharon sighed. "I hate Mondays. I keep telling Steve we should close on Mondays and Tuesdays. It costs more to pay the electric bill than we bring in."

  "Not if we count the parties," Julie said with a smile, pulling up her blue jeans. "I still think we ought to book those sales on the days they schedule, otherwise you could argue we should only be open on the weekends."

  "True," Sharon said. She gave Julie a quick once-over. "Nice bra and panties by the way. Where did you get those?"

  Julie smiled. "An old boyfriend who spent too much at the mall. I only wear them when I need to do laundry and don’t have anything else. I like the way they make me feel, but I don’t want them to wear out too soon."

  "God, I’d give anything to be young and hot again," Sharon said wistfully.

  "Stop it, I’m not hot. My hair is stringy, my eyes are too far apart and my boobs are already starting to sag if I don’t keep my shoulders back."

  Sharon laughed. "Well, I’d have to hang upside down to keep mine from sagging!"

  Julie smiled and shook her head. "You’re a nut, Sharon. I'll see you tomorrow."

  Julie was putting on her white sneakers when her cellphone rang. She recognized the number as the parents of the little girl who lost her shoes.

  "Hello, this is Julie from Bigger Bounce," Julie said, trying to sound professional.

  "Hi Julie, this is Jack Brousard, the father of the little girl who left her shoes at your play place. I could come and pick the shoes up around 7:00 tonight."

  "Actually I was just leaving and you are right on my way home. Why don’t I drop off the shoes on the way by?"

  "That’s kind of you. The wife and kids are out of town right now visiting grandma, but I’m stuck at work all week. I don’t mind swinging by to pick them up from your office if you don’t feel comfortable doing it."

  "No, it’s fine, really. I have to get off at your exit to go home anyway."

  "OK, if you’re sure you don’t mind."

  "It’s no problem, Jack. I’ll see you in a bit."

  Sharon was giving her an odd look when she hung up.

  "What?" Julie said as she grabbed the shoes.

  "A customer named Jack? Calling on your cellphone?"

  "I accidentally gave the number out when I left a message earlier. And I don’t call people mister or misses on my own time." Julie stuffed her work clothes into her duffel with a smile. "And I’m off."

  "You be careful, Julie."

  "You worry too much." Julie said smiling. "But thanks anyway."

  Chapter 2: Julie

  When she arrived at the address, she was impressed by the size of the house and yard. It had huge trees in front, with a line of small flowering plants leading from the sidewalk to the porch. She parked in the street, grabbed her purse and the pink sneakers, then walked up to the front door.

  Jack opened the door just as she walked up. He was barefoot, wearing artfully faded jeans and a white undershirt. She gave him a half smile and waved the little shoes.

  "Hi, I’m Julie," she said, knowing that most people never remembered her name at work.

  "Hi, Julie. Thanks so much for dropping those by. Lisa is strangely attached to her shoes, at least until she grows out of each pair."

  "My pleasure, Jack." She made the point of using his first name. She noticed him glancing at her breasts as he handled the shoes, trying not to be obvious about it. Just to flirt a little she made sure to keep her shoulders back, letting him see her breasts lifted high. She could see him begin to get a little flushed as he stalled at the door.

  "Look, uh, I know you said you were heading home. How about you let me make you a drink? I’d even cook something nice if you wanted to, uh, hang out for a while, maybe get to know each other better," he said, practically stammering by the time he got to the end, obviously embarrassed by his own shameless offer.

  Rather than flattered, she was actually a little insulted that he had the nerve to proposition her like that. Julie gave him a cold smile and let him suffer for a moment, refusing to let him off the hook.

  Finally, she whispered, "What did you have in mind, Jack?" she started, sounding a little seductive. Then, her tone turned cold. "Impress the over-priced babysitter with your fine home while the wife is away, fill her full of supermarket vino and then maybe get a blow job on the deck out back?"

  Jack blinked at her comment in surprise. "We could just talk..."

  "Talk about what, Jack?" She could feel the anger rising inside her a little. "You don’t know anything about me, but I can tell we have absolutely nothing in common. You live in this mini-mansion in the ’burbs and I live in a shitty one bedroom apartment with my Mom. You drive a nice new truck and I drive that rusty old Honda. You have a nice job that pays for all this and I work three jobs that still can’t keep me out of the fucking payday loan office. So what did you think we’d talk about, Jack?"

  When he didn’t respond, Julie rolled her eyes and turned around. "Fuck this, now I do need a drink."

  She stomped back to her car and he followed with a stunned look on his face. "Wait a minute! Julie, wait! I’m sorry, that came out wrong." She kept walking. "Fuck!" He shouted, almost sounding like he was in pain. "Damn it, would you at least let me apologize before you leave?"

  She stopped on the other side of the car, looking over the rusted top of her Honda. "Well?"

  He looked up and down the street to see if anyone was outside before he continued, which pissed her off even more. He moved closer as if to avoid being overheard, limping noticeably. "Look, I’m sorry for how that came out. I admit to hoping you’d come in, but my offer was genuine, no strings attached, just dinner. Let me make this up to you, please."

  "Fine," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Since I’m just an over-priced babysitter, as your wife shamelessly pointed out to me last night, then why not pay me to babysit you. My rate is five hundred an hour. Is that over-priced enough for you?"

  He looked stunned by her response, then a little hurt. "OK, Julie."

  She watched him pull out his wallet, and count out five bills. He folded them together and held them out to her. She stared at the money. It was more than she got working for two weeks at Bigger Bounce. Her hand trembled as she reached it. She took the crisp, clean bills, feeling a little light-headed, and instantly regretted it. "Jack, no, I can’t take this. I was just angry. I’m really not that kind of girl."

  "I know you aren’t Julie, but you also didn’t deserve me hitting on you like some creepy old man. It was wrong and I regretted it as soon as I said it. Keep the money. I’d rather give it to you than Sophie anyway. Go on and have a nice life," he said slowly, sounding weary, then turned to go back inside.

  "I can’t afford a nice life," she whispered, looking at him walking with his head down, limping a little. "Jack, I can’t take this, seriously." She followed him, catching up just as he reached the door. When he turned back he had tears in his eyes.

  "Keep it or throw it away, I don’t
care, but please, just go away and leave me alone," he said.

  The dismissal infuriated her. "Do you know what this is?" she asked, nearly crying herself. "This is more than two weeks of my life, right here. You keep two weeks of my life in your pocket then hand it out when you feel bad. Do you know what that does to me? Christ, I feel worthless enough already, but to find out that someone can just throw away two weeks of my life like nothing. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

  He backed up into the house with a wary look on his face as she began to cry angry tears.

  "I live in a fucking rat-hole apartment with my fat, drunk mother. I can’t find a good job because no one will hire high school graduates anymore and there’s no way I can afford to go to any kind of college or trade school. My car only works every other week, so I end up spending my hard earned money just getting back to work. There is no path to a nice life for someone like me, Jack!"

  She stepped over the threshold into the entryway, shaking the money at him, backing him into his own house.

  "You take back your fucking money. I wouldn’t give you rich fucks the satisfaction of believing I could be bought." She threw the money at him and it fluttered to the ground. He had such an odd look on his face as he watched it fall. When he finally spoke again it was barely a whisper.

  "She left me. Last month she took the kids and moved out, but I’m the one sitting here in the house she made me buy, surrounded by the broken pieces of my life. Maybe I wasn’t just hitting on you. Maybe, just maybe, five hundred would have been worth it for an hour of someone’s company, even yours. So fuck you and your wounded pride. My life is over."

  The quiet words hung there between them, fluttering in her heart like the money had in his hallway, neither one willing to be the first to turn away. The tension grew as the seconds ticked by. Finally he sighed, dismissed her with a wave of his hand, and limped back into the kitchen, leaving a smear of blood from his right foot with every step. She was so confused, she just stood there and watched him go, trying to process what had just happened.