I wake to see that I am alone in bed; I roll to my side just in time to see the maid closing the door and a tray of food on the table beside the bed. ‘’Wow, breakfast in bed?’’ I say to myself, sitting up, only to wince from the soreness between my legs. Has Asher gone soft? I ask myself. Asher comes at that, I can see the sweat dripping from his body and causing his shirt to cling to his chest ''Good morning.'' Asher smiles, he comes close to the bed and leans down so he could kiss me on the forehead. What the hell is going on? Is Asher falling for me, or is this just an act? ‘’Since it is Sunday I was thinking we could go for a swim, it would be the last one for the year before the weather gets bad. ‘’I don’t know how to swim,’’ I say, still giving him a confused look. A smile plays on Asher’s lips before he says. ‘’Don’t worry, I’ll be there to teach you or at least keep you afloat.’’ Maybe it is the sex. I nod to myself because there is no way that Asher the flamboyant pla
I keep replaying everything I told Millie in my head. I can’t believe that I opened up to her like that. Even though I hadn’t told her much, it was still too much. I can’t fall for her, but I am. Whenever I am around her, I just have this feeling, all these emotions I can’t explain. Was this love? No, it's mere infatuation. I glance at her sleeping on her stomach and crawl into bed beside her. She looks so peaceful. If I had known I would feel this way, I would have gone with someone else, someone who would have only been in it for the money. But I choose a complete stranger, thinking there would be nothing. Yet here I am, wanting to wrap Millie in my arms and keep her safe. Maybe I should just stop denying this and accept the fact that I can love someone. Maybe my father is right. I should put this lifestyle behind me and settle down. But can that be with Millie? She is paid to act as if she is in love with me after all and I have to say; she is a damn good actress if she doesn
I don’t know if it is because of the weekend we spent together, but for the past two weeks, Asher has been the perfect man, much better than those you see in movies. Or maybe my life has become a movie, and he is my dream man. Since then, Asher has been paying more attention to me and we have been spending more time together as well. He is always buying me flowers, and giving me compliments even when I know I look like a mess. Taking me on dates and it couldn’t get any better than that. If anyone had told me that things would be like this between us, I would have laughed in their face. Now I’m in love and I hope Asher is feeling the same way because this one-sided attraction will be devastating. “Hey,’’ Asher says, coming up behind me. He wraps me in his arms and kisses my neck. “I have a surprise for you.’’ ‘’You do?’’ ''Yes, now come.'' And it is a good thing I am dressed appropriately because Asher begins to pull me along with him. When we get to the car, Asher places a blin
Having sex with Millie is always so explosive, it causes all the nerves in my body to come alive and set my soul on fire. I remove her clothes and setback; I raise a brow after seeing her choice of underwear. ‘’It’s for comfort,’’ she tells me. ‘’I’m not complaining.’’ I remove her bra and latch my mouth onto one breast. Whatever Millie was going to say got lost with her moans. I can feel the need burning between us, and instead of going upstairs, we move to the sofa where Millie sits on top of me. She opens my shirt and explores my upper body. I groan when her soft, tentative fingers pinch my nipples and roll them between her thumbs. I can see that she is trying to tease me and I allow her that pleasure. She leans down and kisses me softly, moving to my neck and then down to my chest, where she runs her tongue over my nipples and smiles up at me when I groan. ‘’It’s like that then.’’ I stand up with her leg around my waist, then lay her on her back. ‘’Millie, today your body
This time around, instead of me investing all my time in the new bakery. Which not much is needed to be done. I get a team to get everything in order for me. So I can focus more on my number one shop.‘’You are so lucky to have a husband like Asher. He is so dreamy.’’ Mara gushes.I give a smile, but two months ago I wouldn’t have thought that because of how things were with us.“Yes, he is a very nice man.’’Tessann scoffs. ‘’Just nice? I see the way he looks at you. That man is madly in love with you.’’I move my head from side to side. I mean, we have only been doing this fake marriage for about four months now and two out of that four had been such a rocky start.‘’So, what is he like in bed?’’ Noah ask, he is a new employee I had to hire because we were getting overwhelmed by customers.Kurt, my other employee, who the ladies seem to can’t get enough of, walks away. He always hates when we have ‘girl talk.’‘’Noah!’’ Tessann exclaims but laughs. ‘’So, is he good?’’Samantha comes
I lay beside Millie, wondering how two strangers who had only met just suddenly got married. Even though it has been a few months now, it seems too good to be true.I had fallen for this wonderful woman a lot faster than I expected to. She destroyed the barrier I tried to set between us and she didn’t even have to do much.Just the way she looks at me with those doe eyes, her soft-spoken words, and how she is willing to stay by my side no matter what.I study Millie’s face as she sleeps, thinking that I am a lucky man, even though what I did was a gamble. It was still a good decision.Millie’s eyes flatter open and we stare at each other.‘’Were you watching me sleep?’’ she asks with a smile.‘’I have no shame.’’She laughs and then snuggles into me. ''Coming from you, it isn't so creepy.''I kiss the top of her head. I like being your stalker.''She laughs. ''Again, not creepy.''‘’Good.''‘’Hmm,’’ she mumbles.I roll on my side to stare at her; she smiles and warmth creeps its way t
It seems as if the only time I see my husband is either right before I go to bed, or just before I leave for my bakery. Both of us have been very busy lately.But this evening, I am getting ready so we can go on a date. In his attempt of making up for the lost time.I smile to myself, even though I haven’t been with many men, Asher is easily the sweetest.Just the little things he does, like helping m into my coat before I leave. Sending flowers to me, or just those simple text messages.It is as if Asher could hear me thinking of him because he comes up behind me and kisses my cheek.I pull my hair to the side and kiss my neck. ‘’Are you ready?’’I roll my eyes because he can clearly see that I am still half-naked.‘’No, so go downstairs and wait.Asher laughs and slaps my ass before he leaves.I slip into the dress Asher bought for me; it fits like a glove, being tight around the ass and my bust area. I run my hands down the front and sides, wondering what he has planned for me and
“Wow, here you are in the flesh. If this isn’t a coincidence, then I don’t know what is!’’ The female exclaims.She then looks at me. ‘’Oh, I see that you are on a date.’’‘’Charlotte,’’ Asher nods.Again, her eyes trail to me, and then she smiles tightly.‘’I’m Charlotte Macintosh, Asher’s ex-girlfriend.’’‘’Oh. Well, I’m Millie Thomas. Asher’s wife.’’Her mouth falls into an O and I smile, because here again is another female who thinks they can intimidate me because they were in Asher’s bed how many years ago.‘’I didn’t know you got married.’’‘’He did. We did.’’ I answer.A man walks over to join Charlotte, and his eyes lock onto mine.‘’Hey, my name is Dave.’’Charlotte, seeing how he is staring at me, snuggles up to his side. “Dave is my fiancee.’’ She shows off her ring as if Asher and I care.‘’Well, it was nice seeing you again, Charlotte. Dave.'' Asher nods at them.Charlotte’s smile wavers at Asher’s dismissive tone.‘’I just had a brilliant idea. Why don’t we make this li
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