Millie just about steps out of the shower while I am sitting on the bed sending an email. She stares at me as she clings to the blue and white stripe towel as our eyes meet. I place my phone on the bed at the look in her eyes. I don’t know why she is hurting or even making this confusing. I already gave her several answers to her questions, yet she is still having doubts about everything. Then I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I swiftly move to stand before her and grip her waist, then pull her toward me, gently. She braced herself with her palms on my chest, but she doesn’t push me away. I stare down into her eyes. “Millie.” Her lips twitch. “Asher. I’m angry at you.” “I know, though I don’t know why.” But I do know. She is angry with me because of the three days I left her in the hospital. She is angry because I am busy at work and she feels as if I am avoiding her. But the truth is, I am, and it’s because I’m afraid I’ll tell her. Before any other words could leave her lips
I find myself falling back into my old routine, going to work and instead of going home, I would stop at the bar for a drink or two. Millie is still staying at home, still acting distant and planning how she wants her bakeries to be decorated. I remember hearing her say something about fake snow, four Christmas trees, and Angels. I offered to help her with the plans or to at least decorate, but she would constantly refuse. Saying that she can handle it with the help of her employees, all she needs is the approval to get back to work. When I get home, I was half drunk and Millie was already asleep. I guess I lost track of time, but I had great company. I didn’t even bother getting undressed, just kick my shoes off and drop down on the bed. Millie groans in her sleep before her eyes fly open and I smile at her. ‘’Hi, Millie.’’ ‘’Asher?’’ she asks in a sexy sleepy tone. ‘’Hmm, sleepy head.’’ I continue to smile. ‘’You are drunk,’’ she says. ‘’I’m not, just feeling good.’’ ‘’You
The next morning, I am the one who brought Millie to work. Thinking that maybe we could start over, but I can’t even say the words. All I can think about is that I don’t want this to be me and another Dovey situation. During lunch time, I am at the bakery with a bouquet of flowers. Georgia is the only one who isn’t so busy and tells me that Millie is in her office. When I get there, the door is open and I see her talking and laughing with Noah and the other male. Which you would think they would be working since the place is full of people. Hearing her laugh, makes me think that she has come alive. Maybe she didn’t want to be around me, because she seem to be her normal self now with that grin on her face. Why aren’t these two working? I am upset at what I am seeing from this guy, but it makes no sense I react, so all I do is to knock on the door. Millie looks over at me, I give her a smile and her grin gets bigger. Her eyes then finds the flowers in my hands then she gets up and
‘’Let me put these down and get my coat,’’ I tell Asher. I am honestly in a better mood than days ago. I hate being in the house so much it was starting to get painful. But now, I don’t mind going home. I missed Ruby-Jo. When we get to the main area, I pull Georgia aside. ‘’I’m stepping out for a bit to get lunch. I might or might not come back, so lock up for me.’’ She smiles. ‘’Have fun.’’ I don’t know why I just told her to lock up, as if she hadn’t been doing that all along. Asher and I step into the chilly air and I can’t help my shivers. The place is getting too cold for my liking and this might be the only thing I missed about Queensbury. There was never any snow, mostly sun, and a little rain. We walk the short distance to MacDonald’s. It makes no sense we drive, because it is a one-way street and we would have to go all the way around just to get back to it. When we get there, the few diners turn to look at us. ‘’And here comes the pictures.’’ I sigh. Since having Ru
I still can't believe Asher asked me to marry him, I am over the moon right now.I sit with the wedding planner, coming over what venue I would go for.Asher had to work, so I am the one to make the decisions and then run them buy him."How about a beach setting?""In winter?" I shake my head. "I was thinking more of a garden."Better yet, I know this guy who rents his barn out for these type of thing. You can do the wedding pictures on his horses."I frown, this is the third idea I have had and she shot it down."You want the wedding of the year, with the media to capture your grand moment."Who said anything about the media?""Well, you both are stars, so what better way?""You will not be inviting the media, just close friends and family."She nods."Good, for the floral arrangement-""Since it is Christmas, you should get Christmas flowers.""Ok." I nod then begin to pack away my things and stand."Where are you going?" She jumps to her feet and asks."Away from here, you are not l
I stand there looking at myself in the mirror, not believing that it is me. I look almost unrecognizable, and so much different from my first wedding.That day is was said, but now I can't stop smiling.I feel so happy, knowing that I am about to marry a man that I truly love and he feels the same way.I do a little twirl and smile to myself.Thinking that I am a lucky girl.My make-up is down naturally. My hair is in deep curls, as it is now past my shoulder.It had a tiara stick in there and my wedding dress was the best of all.It is perfect."Ok, just one last thing and I'll have you walking down the isle," my stylist says.I do another twirl and smile at her."Ready?" Marcus ask, coming into the room."Two minutes."Marcus holds his hands over his heart."You look like a dream." He then wipes away fake tears."Thank you, you were the one who helped me make the right choice on this dress.""Honey, no need to thank me."But it is Marcus suggestion that saved me from a break down.T
It was Christmas eve, and here I am with a large tree and enough ornaments to decorate the entire house.Ruby-Jo is fast asleep, so she won't even get to experience this. But they again, she won't know what is happening, so Millie was right. She won't remember.But at least this is a tradition we can share, and not to mention the smile that spear across her face when I show her the things I got.I struggle inside with the tree, then had to bring it had outside to chop the tip off because it is too large."No, don't throw it away." Millie rushes forward. "We can have a second tree." She smiles.I shrug and again, we are heading inside.As we get to decorating, Millie's laughter and singing fills which ever room we are I at the moment.She stick to ornaments in her ears and dances around.I like this side of her, I live it in fact. My wife, silly and carefree foe the most part.After seeing that we are not getting anywhere, we leave the maids to it so we can go eat.Then she suggest som
Again, I find myself being seduced by my wife and this time Millie is dressed in a sexy red night gown.I can see through the material and see that she isn't wearing anything beneath. "Hey," she says. Coming further into my office."Millie." I nod, raising a brow at her.She gives me a cheeky smile."What you doing?" She asks."Sending a few emails."She nods."Ok, I'm going to bed. I guess I'll see you there if I'm not asleep yet."After saying that, she lingers back a bit, bats her lashes at me and leaves.I Sigh, knowing what she is trying to do and I like a love struck fool buy into it.When I get to our bed room, Mille is setting up in bed."That was quick.""Yes, I got tried." I lied.I move to her aide of the bed, sit down and ask."What are you doing Millie?""What do you mean?" She tries to hide her smile."By wearing this, are you trying to seduce me?""You're my husband, I don't think I need to do that."I nod to myself, lean forward and give her a soft kiss and just as exp
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