‘’No, on second thought you stay because this has to do with you too,’’ my father says and Millie stops on the stairs. She quickly glances at me before coming to stand by where we are. I had to hold my laugh in at the look on her face. I want to tell her that my father is nothing to worry about. My father fumbles around in his pocket before pulling out a crumple-up ball of paper. ‘’I took it upon myself to do a little research on your wife because I realized that I didn’t know much about her and found this.’’ He throws the paper at me and I easily catch it. My eyes skip the words and I run a hand down my face. ‘’What is wrong with you, Asher?’’ my father asks. ‘’Do you know how damaging this can be to our company?’’ ‘’How will this be damaging? It shouldn’t matter to anyone.’’ I glance at Millie to see her trying to take a peek at the paper, but I stuff it into my pocket. ‘’I don’t give a fuck about the media finding out. What I care about is the fact that she is an illegal immi
By the end of the week, Dovey is more than a little hurt that I have to leave. She is angry with me. ‘’How dare you, Asher? You can’t just make love to me like you were about to die, and then leave me!’’ Dovey yells. Without a word, I pack away my things. ‘’Asher? At least say something.’’ I look up to see that she is crying; I stop my action and cross the room to her. “I’m sorry, but I have to get back to my wife.’’ Dovey pushes me away. ‘’Why? You don’t love her.’’ ‘’I-’’ She cuts me off. ‘’Don’t lie to me Asher, if you did you wouldn’t be here with me. Your three day's business trip wouldn’t have turned into a mini vacation where you were digging my guts out.’’ ‘’Dovey, please let's not-’’ ‘’Let's not what? Have you use me again? That’s all you do. I hate you, Asher!’’ I hold the back of her head and lean my forehead on hers and kiss her softly; she leans her head on my chest after and begins to sob. ‘’I wish I could, Dovey, but I can’t.’’ She shakes her head. ‘’At l
The bedroom door opens, and I turn my back to Asher when he enters. ’’What are you doing in here?’’ ‘’Millie, can you please talk to me? I never meant for any of this to happen. Just please forgive me.’’ I scoff. ‘’Nothing happened and there is no need to apologize, not because we are married means we are together.’’ I close my eyes to stop more tears, but that only seems to make them flow harder, and when I take a deep breath. The sound I make is one of a dying animal and I don’t even know why I’m crying. ‘’Millie?’’ I feel the bed dip, then Asher’s hand touching my shoulder. I would have pulled away, but I am already too close to the edge of the bed and I fear falling off. ‘’Please talk to me.’’ ‘’Can you just leave me alone? I really don’t want to be around you now or ever. Just know that once this year is up we’ll never see each other again and you don’t have to sneak around when fucking with anyone. Hell, you don’t even have to now.’’ “You are upset and I understand, bu
“What’s your name again? I can never remember, but either way, I’m going to need an update on the accounts. I don’t understand what is going on with these new clients.’’ Mr Thomas says. The female before him nods. ‘’If they scammers think they can mess with my company, they have another thing coming. I will ruin them have all they have.’’ ‘’I’m sure it’s not a scam sir, maybe the payments are taking longer to come through than normal.’’ Mr Thomas gives his assistant a look. ‘’Please go do your task.’’ When she leaves, Mr Thomas picks up the report for his next meeting with the Mayor in a weeks' time, his eyes skims down the page and absorbing the information quickly. He presses a button to call his assistant. “Make sure to also order those new boards, we have to update our software soon.’’ Mr Thomas looks up after hearing a sound. ‘’Oh wow,’’ he says as his eyes widen and takes in the beautiful, curvy woman standing just a few feet away from him. ‘’And who might you be?’’ h
Dovey grips the sheets and bites the pillow to fight off a moan. She doesn’t know how, but one thing leads to another and now she is in bed with Mr Thomas. And as much as she hates to admit it, she can see where Asher gets his length from. Both men are more than gifted in that department, and even with his age. Mr Thomas is a generous lover. Mr Thomas stops and switches position, so that Dovey is now on top of him. ‘’Oh, my…’’ Dovey bites out when they are done. Surprise that he has her shaking, just like his son. Mr Thomas smirks at her before getting off the bed and making his way to the bathroom. She feels like cursing herself because never came for sex but for information. ‘’And just like that, I am dominated by another Thomas.’’ She sighs. Thinking back to when she slept with Rich to get revenge on Asher, but he never took notice. When Mr Thomas comes back to the room, he leaves quickly out the door, not even bothering to cover himself up. Dovey groans, because now all the
I stare down at my phone in disbelief. Asher is on his phone yelling at someone and there is in-distinctive shouting outside. I read the headlines over and over. ‘Asher Thomas’ wife is an illegal immigrant!’ After reading the title several times, I finally scroll down and listen to the voice clip for many the fifteenth time since this has been posted. The voice of Mr. Thomas is unmistakable, but the other person I’m not too sure who it is because they made their voice sound funny. I wipe my eyes after reading some of the hateful comments that are written, but I knew this would have happened and it seems as if everyday shit just hits the fan more and more. It is as if the universe doesn’t want me to be happy with all that is going on. From Sabrina, Asher cheating on me, and now this, like what more will happen? Mr. Thomas comes in. Asher moves his phone from his ears and begins to yell at him. ‘’How can you be so reckless, dad? You told me to keep my mouth shut about this, but ye
For an entire week, I’m locked away in the apartment, only looking out through my window. Afraid to go anywhere in fear of how I will be treated. The only thing I’m worried about is how my bakery is doing. I would hate to know that no one goes there. I would hate to know that because of this and me being a coward, my business gets closed down. I would have failed my employees but there is no way I can hand all this. I never did well with attention and with an entire city watching my life now I don’t know how I will cope. I can just see how they are dragging me through the mud, painting me as a bad person. I lay staring up at the ceiling, fighting back tears. I know that there are people looking for me now to either lock me up or send me back to that place. But I can’t go back there, it is so backward and forgotten. If it isn’t for tourism, it wouldn’t even be on the map. I hate Queensbury. I can’t help but look at that stupid gossip blog that posted the voice clip with Mr. Tho
I stare at the office building where Vincent works, feeling a shiver running through my body as I think this is where I am deported back to Queensbury. Seeing my panic, Asher takes my hand and gives it a squeeze. I pull my hand back. ‘’What are you doing?’’ ‘’Sorry. But just know that I won’t let you get deported back to Queensbury. I will do everything in my power to make sure it doesn’t happen.’’ I couldn’t even muster up an expression to show him, because I doubt he would. When we enter, all eyes turn to us. Someone picks up the phone and I can hear them calling my name. My heart skips a beat thinking that they are calling the cops on me. But Vincent comes out of his private office and calls us over. ‘’Millie, Asher. Nice seeing you two again. I have been seeing some crazy stuff in the media.’’ I begin to apologize, and as I talk, tears run down my face. Vincent looks at Asher, then he holds up his hands. ‘’Millie, you have nothing to worry. In fact, I have been trying to
Asher lustfully licks at my skin. When he quickens his pace just a fraction, I suck in a breath of air. “Shit.” “You’ll come again.” “Always giving orders,” I murmur, all my focus on the spot where we become one. “It wasn’t an order, Millie, just pointing out the obvious.” He buries his face in my neck and pinches my nipple, his thrusts uncompromising. I release something between a gasp and a groan. God, the strength of him holding me, it is just as powerful as his Thrusts. I loosen my hold on his wrist and splay my hand on top of his, silently telling him I want more pressure. “I’ll bruise you,” he whispers. “I want you to,” I whisper back, turning my head and pressing my forehead against his hot throat. “Why?” “I want everything from you, Asher, everything and more. I want you to leave a mark on me.” It is nothing more than a breathy statement that has a double meaning as I realize I am seconds away from another orgasm. “Open your mouth,” he orders, moving his head bac
The second his lips gives mine a break, Asher goes for my ears, licking and nipping his way down my throat to my boobs. I arch my back, offering myself to him. He latch onto my nipple with his mouth and start sucking with deep, sensual pulls as his other hand moves to caress and knead the other, getting it ready for the same treatment. I let my head drop back and tangled my fingers through his hair, gripping tight. My heart feels like it is beating in my throat, my pulse all over the place. There is one thing I am sure of: I would never forget Asher and his touch in this lifetime. When he sucked my nipple into his mouth deeper and harder than I am expecting him to, I have to steady myself with one hand curling around the hard muscle of his shoulder as I try my very best to catch my breath. Never in my life have I come from just that, but I am surprisingly close. “Asher,” I murmur on an exhalation as he hum and sucked my nipples, sending electricity all over my body. I am not sur
Releasing my breath, I lay there and cry my eyes out, wishing this would be easier. I wipe my tears, looking out the window. The door opens and I feel like just yelling at him, it seems as if he is just torturing me. Asher gets into bed beside me. ‘’I’m sorry.’’ His hand soon drops across me and as much as I want the comfort, I can’t let me play with my emotions like this. He moves his hand then start stroking my waist and then my arm. “Talk to me?” He kisses my neck How can I think of anything when he is touching me? “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but I have nothing to say to you. This is all so confusing and I hate how you are with me at times.’’ I pause, thinking about what to say. ‘’I don’t like mind games and it feels just like that. You want me, you hate me. You are all loving then you are arrogant.’’ ‘’All of this is new to me Millie.’’ ‘’And don’t you think it is the same for me? I got married, lost my virginity and had a baby all in a year. Do you think I wanted
Releasing my breath, I lay there and cry my eyes out, wishing this would be easier. I wipe my tears, looking out the window. The door opens and I feel like just yelling at him, it seems as if he is just torturing me. Asher gets into bed beside me. ‘’I’m sorry.’’ His hand soon drops across me and as much as I want the comfort, I can’t let me play with my emotions like this. He moves his hand then start stroking my waist and then my arm. “Talk to me?” He kisses my neck How can I think of anything when he is touching me? “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but I have nothing to say to you. This is all so confusing and I hate how you are with me at times.’’ I pause, thinking about what to say. ‘’I don’t like mind games and it feels just like that. You want me, you hate me. You are all loving then you are arrogant.’’ ‘’All of this is new to me Millie.’’ ‘’And don’t you think it is the same for me? I got married, lost my virginity and had a baby all in a year. Do you think I wanted
He also kisses me. I don’t know why I am so surprised, but he kisses me so many times. Every time he leans forward and I feel his lips moving against mine, asking for entrance, my heart lose its steady rhythm and I felt excitement bubbling up inside me, the kind of excitement you don’t know how to hold in, an excess of happiness. I love it. I completely fell for him, I don’t know when but here I am acting like a shy little school girl to a man I am already married to. But this is the most perfect date I’ve ever had in my life. My husband is perfect. With all his arrogance and prickliness, Asher, the once player is perfect for me. He isn’t what I have had in mind or even what I have wanted for myself, but he is perfect and already mine, truly mine. There is no doubt of that in my mind. ****** I wake in the middle of the night, finding Asher spooning me. I guess things are back to normal for us, the first two to three weeks after giving birth he would act as if I have the plague.
I sit down, and he takes his spot across from me. He looks at me for a long moment before he let out a long breath. “You take my breath away, Millie Thomas.” There goes my own breath. That is as real and as perfect as it gets. “Is this one of those times?” “Yes.” Clearing my throat, I lean my elbows on the table and rest my head on my hands. “That’s a good start. Keep going.” He smiles then his eyes slowly drops to my boobs. ‘Finally!’ I thought. “I thought I told you to cover yourself up, head to toe.” “And I listened to you,” I agree easily. “I wore my coat, my scarf, my gloves, my beret. I wore everything I could wear.” “Nice try,” he counter, shaking his head. “It’s freezing out there, you’re going to get sick.” “I won’t. It’s all cozy and warm and perfect in here.” A kid who barely looks sixteen drops off our menus, cutting into our conversation. I drop my elbows from the table and start checking out the options. The kid next to us is chattering away and making
“Take as much time as you need. I’ll wait for you downstairs.” “Okay. Promise I won’t be long. You can keep the maid’s company.” “Yes. How did I not think of that? I’ll just go do that.” When I can’t see him anymore, I shout after him from my perch on the stairs. “What should I wear? What kind of date is it?” “It’s a date—what else do you need to know? And I don’t care what you wear as long as you cover yourself up, neck to toe.” I do exactly that. I wear a red dress that isn’t too flashy. Short sleeves, open V neck, a relax fabric that gently hugs both my boobs and my hips and ends just above my knees. I quickly dry my thick hair and straightened it. I do my makeup, focusing heavily on the eyes. I wear my thick black coat and wrap my scarf around my neck, also donning my black leather gloves. Grabbing my cream ribbed beret from the top shelf of my closet, I put it on my head and walk out of the room in a hurry. I can’t exactly run yet because too much movement still caus
THERE iS a small knock on the door before it cracks open. “Millie?” ‘’Why are you knocking? We sleep in the same room.’’ I narrow my eyes. Then again, if you don’t want to have sex with me don’t come in,” I warn the only person who could be knocking on the door. Despite my warning, he opens it and stands there in all his glory. Same suit, same everything, face and frown and all. I stand there in my thankfully matching green bra and panties. I am standing with the towel in my hands, and I keep standing there as his hungry eyes takes in every inch of my half-naked body. I have hips now, but I like them. I like that there is more curve to me, a curve that love the touch of his hands. My boobs are much bigger from giving birth, but Asher doesn’t seem to mind. I’ve never been happier to have almost C cups now as I’ve been when I caught his eyes on them a time or two. In any case, we stand just like that, him in the doorway with eyes glued to me, me in the middle of the room with my b
“That word, babe just about killed me, Asher.” “You’re trying to distract me,” he mutters, and I smile because it is exactly what I am doing and it is working perfectly. I tilt my head to the side and take a big breath before going in again. No one had ever kissed me like Asher does, sure it hadn’t been much guys who have had the pleasure to search my mouth with their tongue, and I don’t think I ever want to find out if there is anyone else out there who could. “Why would I do that?” I whispers, my lips still touching his. I bite my lip. “Don’t get angry, I’m not saying we should act on it, but I really want you, Asher. Just so you know, it has been two months since I had our baby. I am so horny for you, I need to feel you again.” I feel his smile against my mouth and then his warm chuckle. The sound makes my heart sigh in happiness. “Really? I had no idea. You only say and text it every day, a couple times a day.” “And you never say it, or text it, or do it.” “Because I can