Remember to Forget || Chapter 16

Chapter 16

It was his first day back at work after that wonderful, incredible, sex-filled weekend he had shared with his longtime friend, Paula Abdul. With one hour left to go in the day at work, he thought he might die of sheer boredom. Work had been an absolute beating.

The day started early and it was torturous dragging himself out of a perfectly warm bed with a perfectly warm naked female body. If it was any other work day, he would have slept in, wake Paula up with soft kisses and then make slow lazy love to her. Unfortunately, there was an important meeting today and he had to be at his office by seven ‘o clock in the morning.

It had only lasted about thirty minutes, so that didn’t take up much of his time. His paperwork was caught up since he stayed late the week before getting it done so he could have his carefree weekend with Paula.

So his day had dragged on painstakingly slow as he continued to count the minutes until he could go back home to be with Paula. He smiled as he leaned back in his chair and propped his feet on his desk and let his mind drift once again to the moments he had spent to her. It had become a good way to past the time.

He thought of how they dove at each other the moment they stepped through the house. He couldn’t get her upstairs, naked and under him fast enough. He thought of their passionate lovemaking under the hot steamy spray and smiled wickedly at the remembrance of their friendly romp in the kitchen. It was no wonder they had both crashed from exhaustion after Paula’s wonderfully skilled seduction performance.

He woke up once in the middle of the night…craving her, wanting her…needing her. He had turned to her in the dark and she was there waiting for him, all soft and warm and welcoming. He had sunk into that warmth and into her as he loved her slowly, gently. He remembered how his name trembled from her lips as she came and the sound of it send him over the edge with her. They had shared a long, lazy kiss before he rolled to his side, bringing her with him as they drifted off once again.

The next morning he had woken up first, leaving her fast asleep as he slipped out of bed. He had slipped on a pair of his jeans that were lying crumpled on the floor and made his way downstairs. After feeding Maybelle, he decided to whip up some breakfast and bring it up to her in bed. He had the coffee brewing and the bacon cooling on a sheet of paper towel and was just about done cooking the eggs when he felt her sneak up behind him.

He flinched when a pair of soft feminine hands slid around his bare waist, causing the culprit to chuckle as she pressed up against his backside.

“Scare you?” Paula asked as she playfully nipped at his shoulder.

Simon grinned but kept his attention on the eggs. “Don’t be ridiculous…Simon Cowell doesn’t scare easy.”

“Mhmm,” she said sarcastically and moved her lips to his neck. “Smells good.”

“Its scrambled eggs,” he explained. “Almost done.”

She giggled, “Yeah? I guess that smells good, too.”

Simon chuckled at the line he had used not too long ago. “You’re a smooth one, darling,” he said as he turned the burner off and slid the eggs to a empty plate. “You know… I was going to bring you breakfast in bed.”

She nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder blade and smiled. “Aww… you’re such a sweetie.”

He turned around and kissed the top of her head. “Don’t tell anyone."

“No one… Just our little secret,” she whispered with laughter.

“Would you like some coffee?”

She sighed, “Mm, love some.”

“First things first.” He tilted her chin up until their lips met in a soft, seductive kiss. “Good morning, love,” he murmured against her mouth before kissing her once more.

“Mmm.” She gave his bottom lip a gentle nip. “Morning.”

He grinned and gave her a playful bite as well before reluctantly pulling away. “Let me get you that coffee.” He gave her a little pat before turning back around to grab a coffee mug. As he poured the coffee, he watched her lean against the counter, as she was dressed in his button down collared shirt. She nibbled on a small piece of bacon.

He smirked, “You look pretty good in my shirt, sweetheart.”

Paula grinned slyly as she took the mug from his outstretched hands. “You think so?”

Simon gave her one long look. “Oh yeah… good enough to eat.”

She watched him over the rim of her cup as she took a sip. “As I recall… you’re quite good at that."

“Am I really?” He leaned against the opposite counter and picked up his own mug. “Are you wearing anything under that shirt?”

“Maybe.” She shrugged and giggled, “Maybe not.” She set down her coffee and gestured to the plate of eggs. “Are you going to let me have any of that, Si?”

“Sure.” He plopped his own mug down on the counter and headed towards her. “Later, though."

Paula yelped when Simon picked her off her feet and swung her over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. “Simon!” she shrieked as she slapped his back. “Put me down!”

“Gladly,” he said and threw her down onto the couch and before she could gesture any kind of protest, his body covered her body and his mouth silenced her own mouth.

Simon groaned at the memory of that certain amount of time they spent on the couch that very morning. By the time they made it back to the kitchen the eggs and bacon were soggy and cold.

With a heavy sigh, he looked at the clock to see he had an hour to go in the day. He wanted to leave…to go home and see Paula and not to mention, Isabella, who Paula had picked up earlier in the day. As much as he loved the weekend he spent with Paula, he had to admit he missed his little ‘Bella-Boo’ and couldn’t wait to scoop her up in his arms.

Simon suddenly sat up in his chair and plopped his feet on the floor. Wait a minute… he was the boss, he made the decisions around there… Who says he had to stay till five o’clock? He usually stayed even later than that… He worked harder than probably anyone, excluding Ryan Seacrest and the immense amount of jobs he had. Why not leave early? Who was going to stop him?

With a huge grin on his face, he jumped up and started locking things up. In five minutes flat, he was grabbing his things and rushing out the door. “I’m going to head home,” he told his secretary.

His secretary, a blonde woman, blinked up at her boss. “You’re leaving? Now?”

“Sure… nothing is going on. Leave any messages though on my desk. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

--Remember to Forget--

The house was quiet when he walked in the front door, but it didn’t take long to find Isabella and Paula. He could already hear the laughter coming from outside. Slowly walking to the back of his mansion, he spotted them.

He watched them through the glass patio door, splashing and laughing in the pool together. With a grin, Simon darted up the stairs to quickly throw on his swimming trunks. When he quietly slipped outside, they were still in the shallow end of the pool. Paula had Isabella on her hip while they danced playfully through the water.

Simon quickly trotted over to the diving board, took a long high leap into the air and saw Paula gasp and Isabella shriek write before he did a half cannonball a few feet away. When he resurfaced, Isabella was bouncing on Paula’s hip, chanting “Uncle Simey! Uncle Simey!” Paula, on the other hand, was trying to look annoyed, but her lips were slight curved in amusement.

“Uncle Simey! Hold me!”

“There’s my Bella-Boo,” he said scooping her up and hugging her tightly. “I missed you.”

“Missed you, too, Uncle Simey.” She wriggled in his arms, trying to turn around. “Throw me, Uncle Simey! Really, really high!”

He laughed. “You got it… but first things first. Why don’t you go show me how high you can jump into the pool?”

Isabella giggled, “Okay!” She swam out of his arms and towards the edge, while Simon used this time and tugged Paula forward, and whispered with his hot breath against her lips. “Hey.”

She shivered slightly and knew it had nothing to do with the cold water. “Hey yourself…you’re home early.”

“Work was slow…and I was anxious to see you.” He glanced at Isabella who was walking to the edge of the pool to jump in the water. “Both of you.”

“Here I go, Uncle Simey!” And with that said, Isabella jumped into the pool and Simon quickly kissed Paula on the lips before the child could swim back to the surface of the water.

When he pulled back, Paula whispered, “Si, not here. It’s too risky.”

Just then Isabella swam back up. “Now will you throw me, Uncle Simey!” she giggled.

Simon gave a quick wink at Paula and then swam towards Isabella. “Of course, Bella-Boo.” He gathered her in his arms, holding her tightly to him. He chuckled, “Alright…are your floaties on tight enough?”

“They sure are,” Paula assured him as she gave Isabella a little poke. “I’ve been throwing her, too, but I can’t get her as high as you.”

Simon turned his attention back to Isabella. He smiled down at her. “Well…let’s just see how high I can get you…ready?”

“Yeah!”

“Okay…here we go…on three and count with me…oooone…” He lowered into the pool, then back up. “Twoooo….” He dipped again while Isabella counted with him. “Three!” He shot up hard with his legs and threw her up with his arms.

Isabella squealed as she rocketed high through the air, then landed back in the water with a splash. She popped up like a cork, giggling as she doggy-paddled back to him. “Again, again!”

“She’s fearless,” Paula said with a shake of her head.

“She got that from you, of course,” he said with a wink before scooping Isabella back in his arms.

He threw her a few more times, then tossed her back and forth with Paula. She clung to his back as he swam under the water. She perched on his shoulders as he jumped off the diving board. By the time they finally managed to drag Isabella out of the pool, Simon was exhausted.

“Poor baby,” Paula laughed giving him a kiss on his forehead, which made Isabella smile so wide. “Why don’t you go up and take a shower…I’ll give Isabella a bath.”

“Won’t argue with that, but I’ll watch her after so you can take a break.”

“Deal.” She smiled up at him and then picked up Isabella. “Bath time, sweetie-pie.”

--Remember to Forget--

He didn’t linger in the shower like he normally did. He found that it wasn’t nearly as pleasurable without Paula. After the shower, he quickly toweled off and threw on a pair of clean jeans and a white shirt, pushing up the sleeve. Then he walked out barefoot to Isabella’s room.

Paula was in the middle of toweling her off when he came in. “Hey…I’ll finish this…you go take a shower.”

“Mommy! I can dry myself off,” Isabella whined.

Paula laughed, “But you’re still my baby and I don’t want you to grow up too fast, Bella-Boo.”Isabella only shrugged and then Paula asked Simon, “So how was your shower?” She easily passed him a squeaking clean Isabella, swaddled in a pink fuzzy towel.

He grinned and leaned close to Paula, so she could only hear. He whispered, “Lonely.”

She rolled her eyes with a laugh, “You’re horrible.”

“Whatever you say, darling… bet you’ll just see once you take your shower.”

Isabella was completely confused at the conversation between her mother and uncle. She desperately wanted to know what they were talking about.

Paula paused at the door and gave him a smile. “Bet you’re right… see you downstairs.”

Once he was alone, he turned his attention to Isabella. “All right, Bella-Boo, let’s get you suited up.”

“What was that all about, Uncle SImey?” Isabella smiled and wiggled in his arms.

“What are you talking about?” he chuckled as he handed her pajamas over to her. They were her favorite pajamas, pink with pictures ballerina slippers on the bottoms as well as the top.

“You and Mommy are acting funny,” she replied while dragging out a yawn.

“I think you’re just getting sleepy, sweetheart,” he smiled. He then opened his arms and she leapt up into them and nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder. “Are you hungry, sweetheart?”

She nodded, “Uh-huh. Can I have some chicken.”

“You want some chicken nuggets?” he asked on his way downstairs.

“Uh-huh…and some gapes.”

“Chicken and grapes? Alright then,” he smiled.

He put Isabella in a chair that was located at the dinner table and angled it towards the kitchen so he could see her and she could see him. He quickly went to work, cutting Isabella’s nuggets and slicing up some grapes. He also fixed her some milk and when he brought it to her, her eyes were drooping. “Here you go, Bella-Boo eat some food and then it’s bedtime.

“Okay,” she said as she dragged out a yawn.

He walked back into the kitchen then. He was stirring the peas on low and the pie was warming in the oven when Paula made it down. She was dressed in her favorite stay at home sweat pants and a cami top. “Mmm, something smells good.”

“I put that chicken pot pie in… I poured you a glass of wine.”

“Oh. Thanks.” She grabbed it and took a testing sip. “That’s nice.” She glanced at Isabella, who had her head resting on her hand while her other hand fed her grapes. “She’s beat.”

“I don’t blame her,” Simon chuckled. He then walked back over to Isabella. “You ‘bout ready for bed, sweetheart?”

Isabella rubbed her eyes as she nodded her head. “I sweepy.”

“I’ll take her up,” Simon said setting down his wine. “You stay here and enjoy your wine.” He went over to Isabella and picked her up out of the highchair. “Okay, Bella-Boo, let’s get you to bed. Give mum a kiss goodnight.”

“Night, Mommy,” she murmured leaning over to hug her while Simon still had her perched on his waist.

“Night, sweetie.” She gave her a kiss on her forehead. “See you in the morning.”

“Be right back,” Simon murmured as Isabella already had her head resting on his shoulder.

Paula watched them disappear around the corner and sighed blissfully before taking another sip of her wine. She was happy…she didn’t realize how unhappy she had been before things had changed with Simon. She sighed and let out a shaky breath before taking another sip, a much longer sip.

She was in love with Simon…it was something she always knew deep inside, but it was the first time she admitted it to herself. She didn’t know how to handle it. Should she tell him? Or wait until he told her? Of course, he had told that he loved her, but not in love. She shook her head as she finished off her glass then pushed off from the counter to refill the glass. Her problem, she told herself as she took another sip. If he wasn’t in love with her now… well, that was fine…she’d just have to find a way to convince him that he was crazy in love with her so they could go on being lovers until they were both old and gray.

Then again... she would have to stay in reality. She didn't want to get too ahead of herself, just if this relationship didn't work out. She couldn't be sure just yet, but she wanted to be. She wanted to be with Simon forever and she hoped, for dear life, that he wanted to be with her as well.

She was just giving herself a firm nod of determination when Simon walked back into the kitchen. “Well, that was easy. She was asleep by the time I got to her bed and she mumphh…” Simon found the rest of his sentence was shut off by Paula’s demanding mouth. She had jumped him and he barely had time to put his arms around her as he stumbled back into the counter. After getting over the initial shock, he let out a long deep throat moan as he met her feverous mouth eagerly with his.

“Wow,” he gasped when their mouths finally broke apart, although Paula didn’t waste time and moved her lips down his jaw line. “Er… not that I’m complaining, darling, but…” His eyes fluttered close when she worked her mouth and tongue along his neck. “What brought this on?”

“I missed you today,” she murmured in his ear and then continued to kiss down his jaw line.

“Have you really?” he hissed as he gripped her hips. “I missed you, too… A hell of a lot.”

“How long till the pie’s done?” she asked as her hands found their way under his shirt.

“What?” He shook his head as he tried to think but with her hands on his chest, it was difficult to think. “Oh… the pie? ’Bout thirty minutes.”

“Perfect,” she said before capturing his lips again in a long, drug out kiss. “Just enough time.”

His whole body trembled from head to toe. “Is it? What if Isabella-”

“Don’t worry, she’s fast asleep you said,” Paula winked at him, which he must say was as sexy as hell.

She smiled as she slowly backed away and then hooked two fingers under the waistband of his jeans and slowly began to tug him out of the kitchen. “I found out something this weekend, Simon,” she said as she shuffled backwards to the den as he happily stumbled along.

“What’s that?” he asked before Paula shoved him backwards on the couch.

Paula watched Simon’s left eyebrow lift up when she straddled his lap and grinned triumphantly on the inside when she felt that he was already hard and ready for her. “I found out that seducing you is one of my new favorite things to do.” With a sly grin, she trailed one finger down the line of his body. “What are you going to do about that?"

“Whimper with appreciation?”

Paula chuckled as she leaned down to sample a quick taste of his lips. “That’s a good start. Now all you have to do is lie there and enjoy.” She slowly pulled his shirt up and over his head and then tossed it aside. “I’ll do all the work.”

Simon groaned when her mouth was already making a torturous trail down his body. “Well…if you insist.”

Paula’s lips curved against his skin as her hands were already working on the fly of his jeans. Oh yeah, she thought as he already started to whither and moan beneath her. Simon Cowell was a goner.