I look over at Millie to see that she isn't enjoying herself. She just sits on a bar stool, gazing out into space and not even drinking her drink.I sigh because clearly neither of us is used to the lifestyle of the other.She is too... I don't even know how to explain her behavior.I place my drink down on the side of the pool table and walk over to her.''Would you like to leave?''''Please.'' She nods.''Ok.''When we get into the cool air, I pause on the curb and thought Millie would have done the same, but she foolishly steps into the path of a coming car. If it isn't for quick actions with me pulling her back and the driver swerving to the right. She would have been a goner.She looks up at me, and I squeeze her trembling hand.''Are you ok?''''Yes, thank you.''I continue to hold her chilly hands in mine as we cross the road to the parking lot where the driver is waiting for us.Millie squeezes my hand, and she looks up at me, then quickly looks away and I wonder what that is
The next morning, I roll over and notice that Asher isn’t by my side and I vaguely remember him telling me he has to live with his father for business. I thought it was a dream since it was so late at night. When I go downstairs for breakfast, I see that the table is almost full, with only two spare seats. Asher’s grandfather is reading the morning paper, Rich is sipping from a cup, and their grandmother is breaking an egg. “Good morning,” I say, taking a seat. “Morning,” the grandfather replies without moving the paper from his face. ‘’Good morning dear.’’ The grandmother smiles at me. ‘’Your husband called. He wanted to check in with you, but you were still sleeping,’’ Rich tells me. ‘’Oh, sorry I missed that call.’’ But am I really? I still don’t know what to make of last night, and I think Asher is disappointed in what could have happened, but didn’t. ‘’Sorry you missed it too, I would love to hear what you two have to speak about.’’ Rich gives a smile. I cock my head
‘’Do you love him?’’‘’Why would you ask me that?’’‘’Because I don’t think you do.’’‘’Our relationship isn’t your problem.’’‘’No, but what are you two hiding?’’‘’Why do you think we are hiding something?’’‘’I know my cousin, but since you can’t answer any of my questions. Why not be with me instead? Our relationship can be a lasting one.’’‘’This is something you do? Try to get back at your cousin by sleeping with the women he dates.’’‘’They never seem to mine.’’‘’And you think I would be just like them?’’‘’Just think of it as a game of grabs.’’As we continue to talk more, I realize that Rich is the same thing as Asher. They both have an appetite and desire for attractive women and only lived in the moment.There is something dangerous about it, and though I shouldn’t be talking to him like this made him that much more interesting.‘’So, the question stands, do you want me?’’‘’I’m married to your cousin.’’“That’s not my problem,” Rich replies. “And if you cared that much ab
I wake up in the middle of the night to stir from the bed; I see Millie sitting up and rubbing her eyes before looking around, as if trying to process where she is. With a groan, she gets off the and steps on my arm. I grunt and she screams out. ‘’Christ Millie,’’ I say. She reaches for the lamp beside the bed and turns it on, causing the light to flood the room and my eyes to burn. She raises a brow at me, and I know to her it must be priceless to see a wealthy man like myself sleeping on the floor with the blanket up to my chin. ‘’Why did you sleep on the floor?’’ she asks. ‘’I didn’t know if you wanted me in bed with you.’’ ‘’Oh.’’ ‘’Hmm,’’ I grumble and turn my back to her. I was eager to come back here to see Millie, but instead, I find out that she was out with Richard. And even though I have no right to be jealous, I can’t help it but I don’t understand why I have such feelings for her. This is only to be a business deal. I’m not supposed to have feelings for this woma
The weekend comes and goes so fast, so much so that if I wasn’t there, I wouldn’t have thought it is real. But now I am back in this house, where it is just me and Asher. Or more like just me because I heard him leaving for work early this morning. I lay in bed and my mind drift to our kiss, then us almost having sex and I could just die there from embarrassment. I could see it in his eyes that he was disappointed, no matter how much he tried to play it off. And he even said it himself. If he had known I was a virgin and a bitch, he would have gone with someone else. But that just leaves me to ask the question I always do. Why me? He could have had any woman in the city of Mandeville, hell in the world, but yet here I am. A boring nobody who has never been with a man. After laying for who knows how long, I finally get up and make my way downstairs for breakfast. Even though I hate this for myself, I still have to put on a show. I did to become a citizen of this country or else I wo
‘’Miss Millie, the paints are here.’’ I look over at the woman and frown. ‘’It is just Millie.’’ ‘’Sorry.’’ I walk over to the paint cans to make sure that the colors are right and smile after seeing that they are. I am not a bitch, but I did make it known to Asher that the only way I would accept the place he bought for me is if I can do the project on my own. Gladly, he agreed and fired the guy, which I am glad for because that man wanted to take over things and do it his way without hearing my plans for a shop that will be my own. There is only one thing, though. Asher hired an assistant for me. But I am thankful for the help because I know I couldn’t do all of this on my own. I happily open the paint can and gush over the green and purple paints, along with the marshmallow white. I can see it now, these loud yet calm colors that will attract the eyes of those who come to simply buy baked goods but will stay to eat. We begin to paint the walls that are by the front door. I p
The car ride to my house is silent, Millie only stares out the window and it leaves me to wonder what she is thinking about. I hate that she doesn’t talk much and I hate that I care at all. ‘’Millie,’’ I say. She turns to look at me. ‘’You will be on your own for a while. For just a week, I have a business trip to go on.’’ Millie shrug. ‘’Ok.’’ ‘’Ok, and I expect you to go out with a bodyguard as well.’’ She gives me a look. ‘’I mean it, I don’t want anything to happen to you, and if you need anything. Just talk to Sabrina while I’m gone.’’ ‘’When will you be leaving?’’ she asks. ‘’In the morning.’’ She nods. When we get to the house, Millie hurries off to her room. I watch after her and then begin to unbutton my shirt, thinking that I have more than just my work cut out for me with her. Not only is she a virgin, but she doesn’t seem to care much. I’m guessing I did pick the right one. She won’t want a relationship with me. Just her bakery and citizenship. Millie comes ba
My alarm causes me to jerk from my sleep. I look at the time to see that I have two hours before my meeting. So I get up, brush my teeth and head down to the gym. When I get there, I am not so surprised to see Dovey. Our eyes meet and I look away, then make my way to the treadmill. As I work out, I can’t help but look in her direction and I see that she is doing the same. Our eyes would constantly meet in the mirror and I can see that with each contact, she is trying her best to keep my attention. After my half-hour working out, I make my way back to my room so I can get some food and be ready for the meeting. While getting ready, all my mind is on is Dovey. And even in the conference center, I couldn’t concentrate much because my mind keeps drifting to Dovey, her curvy body, and soft-spoken words. When I am finished with the meeting and exit the conference room, only to see Dovey standing there as if waiting for me. ‘’Asher I’m sorry, I should have never-’’ I don’t know why, b
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