Eric's POVThe very minute I stepped into the godforsaken designer store, I knew for a fact that something was off because I felt it deep within my bones. The aura of the place was just too thick with what I perceived to be tension and a ton of crap. I walked further inside, my eyes flickering all over the place only to see my tigress, cornered and being dragged away like some criminal.Fucking hell! How dare they?There she was, my wife, putting up a goddamn fight, caught between two meatheads. Their beefy arms were hauling her off to God knows where, like she's some piece of trash they can just toss around! Heat flushed my neck, a wildfire of rage spreading under my skin. Every muscle in my body tensed, coiling like a spring, itching to launch at those bastards.How dare they manhandle her, my tigress, with their grubby, ape-like paws?Sapphire's face was as pale as death itself and those little tears rolling down her cheeks made something inside me snap. I never liked seeing women
Eric's POVMy mother's glare was frosty but her usual poise was cracked by the situation which had now spiralled out of her control. Her nostrils flared like they belonged to a bull ready to charge through a wall and her blood red lips twisted into a nasty snarl but she was obviously cornered. With the evidence now questionable, her credibility was slipping away as fast as the crowd's whispers were growing, faster than gossip spread in a high school locker room.The manager's stupid face turned a shade paler, if that was even possible. His skin was like delicate china about to crack under pressure. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy seeing the son of a bitch squirm. He'd think twice before pulling a stunt like this ever again with anyone else. I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. Sweat poured down his skin, his breathing becoming heavier by each passing minute. The audience of onlookers was silent, watching intently while waiting for the next act in this absurd theatre.
Sapphire's POVEric drove me home and the ride, like most of our rides together, was dead silent. The difference this time was that we weren't silent because we felt awkward or because we were unsure of what to say to each other. We weren't quiet because we were angry or upset with each other. The silence was just there because we were still trying to process everything that happened. The weight of the events was just too heavy and it hung between us like a dense fog, flooding both our minds.Jamila was seated at the back and just like us, she didn't say anything either. Not a single word. And while we were leaving the store, she had rushed back to pack up all of the stuff that we bought. Classic Jamila. If things hadn't been so bad, if we hadn't been shaken by the day's madness, I was pretty sure that she would have been hurling insults at the store now. And she would have made a bunch of nasty comments about Patricia and, like Eric had called them, her minions. She never would have
Sapphire's POV"Is there something else you need, tigress?" Eric asked, moving an inch closer to where I stood facing him.Tigress. The name felt honeyed in his tongue, in his deep and gruff voice. Although I never admitted it to him and probably never would, I loved it when he called me that. I'd always had. It made me feel special, made my belly tingle with heat and had me all fluffy inside. The worst or best thing it ever did to me was make my hormones rage and make me involuntarily wet my panties a little.Eric was always so charming, so hot, so goddamn irresistible. Everything about him exuded sensuality and sex, his looks and physique screamed "Worship me". From the start, I had been drawn to him because of his tremendous sex appeal and for the longest time, I had been in denial. And now, it wasn't just his sexiness that pulled me closer to him and made me want to be with him. It was so much more than that now.I was in love with him and I wanted him to know.How could I not be
Eric's POVI woke up, my head slightly spinning with a feeling like I had been hit by a car but in a really good way. Actually, it was the kind of ache that said, "Damn, you lived last night."I realized that I was butt naked, with Sapphire just as bare, curled up against me, her skin still damp from the marathon we had pulled in the bathtub. The sheets were a mess and my tigress was still sleeping in my arms, her breathing calm and soft like a gentle autumn breeze.I chuckled as images from last night's escapade flooded my mind. We had really spent the entire freaking night making love in the tub, of all places and she had dozed off right there, in my arms with my cock still buried deep inside of her. I had carried her to the bed after a while and that was how we called it a night. But that didn't stop me from showering her body with kisses and fondling her all over.I'd have made love to her some more if she hadn't been so tired and sore from my thrusts and all. I lost count of the n
Eric's POVAfter finally admitting to myself that I was hopelessly in love with Sapphire, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. She was still asleep, looking peaceful and utterly beautiful. I wanted to do something special for her, something I'd never done before—make her breakfast in bed before I told her how much I fucking loved her. The idea had me grinning like an idiot. But there was one little problem. I didn't know shit about cooking.Still, I was going to give it a shot. How hard could it be anyway? I had faced down boardrooms and negotiated million-dollar deals in my sleep. I had earned my first billion dollars without a dime from my family. Cooking should be a piece of cake. I slipped on a shirt and sweatpants. I gave my tigress one last kiss on her forehead before tiptoeing out of the bedroom.I strode into the kitchen and damn, I'd never realized how foreign this place was to me than the surface of Mars. The plan was simple: scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. Tigress was go
Sapphire's POVMy whole body was aching. My thighs felt like they had run a marathon on a treadmill made of jelly, my arms like they had been lifting weights all night. My head was slightly pounding and I felt sore underneath. My eyes fluttered open, the blurriness still thick. I yawned, stretching my limbs out and rubbed my eyes, now half-awake. When I finally peeled my eyes wide open, the sunlight attacked me and I squinted before lifting my hands to block it.The memories of last night flooded my mind. I smiled and sighed, all of my insides as happy as my love glove. The night we shared would make even the most scandalous romance novel blush. Eric was a man all right but in bed, he was far from it. He sure knew how to leave a woman gratified and satiated. He'd mastered the art of lovemaking so well that I wondered how long it'd taken him to perfect his bedroom skills, or bathtub in this case.And then, I frowned when I thought of the number of women he must have screwed before me.
Sapphire's POVIt had been almost three weeks now. Eric hadn't spoken to me since the night he came home drunk. We barely saw each other despite the fact that we were living in the same house. More than half of the day, he was out, to avoid seeing my face, no doubt. He grew a habit of coming home late, sometimes even past midnight.Forget sleeping on the same bed, Eric didn't even sleep in the same room with me anymore. He moved some of his stuff to his personal fitness room and usually locked himself up whenever he was around. He was quickly becoming no more than a stranger to me and my heart ached like it had never ached before. The few times he saw me, he would waste no time avoiding me like I was a disease or like the sight of me killed him.Every attempt I made to talk to him was met with cold silence or harsh words. He was very quick to brush me off or pretend like I didn't exist. Most times it felt like I was talking to a brick wall, my words bouncing back at me, unheard and un