I stared up at the club where I’d spent many nights trolling for sex and picking up women. The neon of the signage lit up the parking lot.Why did I agree to this?Because what’s ours is in there, with other males.As she should be. Finding someone who isn’t fucked up beyond repair.The beast rattled at the bars, making me close my eyes and crane my neck, pulling at the tight muscles.“Nate, how’s it hanging, man?” Jerome, the bouncer, asked as I stepped up.We shook hands, and I smiled. “Good. How’s your wife doing?”“Aw, man.” He shook his head and circled his arms out in front of him. “About like this. She’s due in six weeks and more than ready for him to come out.”My smile faltered, but I picked it back up, forced it to reach my eyes. “That’s awesome! I didn’t know she was pregnant.”He smiled and shrugged. “Well, you ain’t been around to tell.”I nodded. “It’s been a busy time.”“Well, go on. Lots of hotties in there tonight. Go get you some.”I nodded and wav
Despite her grumbling, I had Lila up, out of the car, and over my shoulder. After the protests began, I ignored her. Though they seemed to stop when she noticed my ass.A growl rumbled through my chest in warning. The drive did not cool me down. In fact, I was unhinged, volatile. I felt a vibration down to my core.Off the elevator, into my condo, and pinned to the fucking wall as my lips crashed to hers.Fuck her.For making me feel things I shouldn’t.For the emotions that heaved inside of me.For the possession my body demanded.“Who is he, this Andrew?” I asked, panting as I dug my fingers into her hips.“Andrew is my ex-boyfriend.”From my calves to my neck, every muscle tensed.The fucker hadn’t just longed for her, he’d had her. She’d been his. It’d been his cock inside her before me. She looked at him with those lust-filled eyes, begged him for more, gave him everything.Fuck that.I barely heard her call my name in the background before I kissed her again.
The push and pull was maddening. Not just with Lila, but within myself. I wanted more of her. I wanted more with her, but that was an impossibility. Logically, we could never be anything more than coworkers. The problem was that logic and the will of my cock were two entirely different forces.Opposite ends playing tug of war while Lila sat next to me, completely oblivious of the battle she created in me. The blame for my mania rested solely on her.Jesus. Every fucking day was a struggle beyond any struggle I’d ever experienced. Instead of day by day getting better, I fell deeper and deeper into a storm, churning and violent, and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on.Lila wasn’t a victim of the storm—she was the storm.And I hated her for it. I hated the emotions, the way my dick got so fucking hard that I couldn’t keep control over my actions.She would be my demise.Guilt crushed me. Every day with Lila was a deeper hole into a dark area that was full of the d
Keeping my dick out of Lila was quickly becoming a complete joke. Between the teasing, I took any excuse and opportunity to get inside her. After shoving my cock down her throat at the office, I was hating us both for my lack of control.I kept a cool disregard toward Lila as we entered our building. It was necessary after what I’d done. Sure, it was after hours, but I’d still lost control at the office again.Though there was no way I regretted having my cock down her throat or the way I came with her nose pressed against my abs. She deserved it for teasing me.As we entered the elevator, I made sure to punch the button for my floor along with Lila’s. When the doors closed, I was left with no moving air and her so close. I could almost feel her looking at me, and when I glanced at her, that wide-eyed, blank expression stared back, only this time with a bit of expectation.I needed to tell her it wasn’t going to happen, that we needed to stop, that I wasn’t going to break a
Lila’s words didn’t sit well. She had developed feelings for me that seemed to grow deeper every day. I didn’t want to think about it, and I wished she’d never said anything.It left me agitated, the anxiety piling upon me a little more every day.Her words spurred on the nightmares that terrorized me. They’d morphed. No longer just of my wife, but many starring her.I didn’t want to put her into harm’s way. That was the whole reason I tried to keep my distance. The problem was that she was just another drug to me, and like all the others, I’d become dependent on her without even knowing it.I was burning through some of my medication faster than normal just to keep my heart from beating out of my fucking chest. The stress, the weight of her declaration, was too much for me to handle. I’d been running and avoiding for years, and suddenly there was a declaration hanging in front of me that could make everything come crumbling down.I tried to keep things lighter, our usual
My anger grew with each step back to my condo. It should have been gone. I fucked Lila in the bathroom, gave her a new pet name of Honeybear, and came all over her face and chest. She was covered in come and I made sure to smear it all over her skin to dry. The smell of come wasn’t strong, but it was distinct.It was the thought of her being there with him and not me. Talking with her, laughing with her. And I knew he was eye fucking her.Would he try to make a move? Try to kiss her? Lila was pretty submissive—would she submit to his advances?Fuck.I almost turned around, returned to the bar so I could drag her out and the fuck away from him. Their familiarity, their history, drove me insane. There was an ease in their relationship that we neither had nor could have.I hated him. Loathed him for returning to her life.Three steps in the door, and my fist was in the drywall when it should have been against skin.I hated him. Hated the fact that I hated some inconsequenti
When Lila slept with me, she was out. A complete and deep sleep that lasted through the night. After our confessions and admissions, things changed.Her sleep wasn’t as smooth. I would wake to her normally still body jerking. Deep dreams that led to restless nights. She never woke, but as I stared down at her, there was no way I could let her continue to sleep.Tears streamed down her cheeks, her arms covering her face against an invisible attacker.“Lila,” I whispered as I shook her. No response. I tried again, the volume of my voice increasing with each attempt.Worry overtook me, my shaking increasing.She shot up, gasping, her eyes unfocused.I’d never seen her like that. The sheer terror, being held captive in a dream I couldn’t wake her from.She ran, stumbling her way to the bathroom, the sound of her heaving echoing around the tile walls.I knew my own reaction to night terrors, and I watched from the doorway. Her small frame shook, trembling so hard it was visi
I hated Andrew.The next morning he was outside our building, waiting for Lila to come down. I really couldn’t stand him or the way he drooled over what was mine. What was the worst was the fact that they were touching.Andrew’s presence was grating. I couldn’t stand having him so close, trying to angle into what was mine. He drove my possessiveness to a new level, one I’d never experienced before.An hour later, when we arrived at the office, I fucked her in the elevator for it, destroyed her panties, and took the scarf that hid my marks. All out of anger, out of spite. There was no way he wouldn’t see and understand, truly, that she wasn’t fucking available.I had her fucking panties in my pocket if he wanted fucking proof of ownership.Still, later that morning, he was fucking leaning against Lila’s desk, forcing me to listen to his inane chatter. The blood pumped violently through my veins as I imagined the brutality I would deliver to his boy-scout face.“Lila, it lo
Welcome to the Cameo HotelI get what I want.When I walked through the door of the Cameo Hotel I didn’t expect such a beauty to be working the front desk.The effect she has on me is intense, and I make her life a living hell because of it.I love her spirit, her internal defiance when completing the most inane task I assign her. My two week stay has turned into unending, just to be near her.She’s under my every command if she wants to keep me happy.There’s one last thing I want.Her.Find out more hereBecoming Mrs. LockwoodEvery girl has dreams of meeting Prince Charming, or at least I know I did.A fairy tale-like meeting of love at first site.Real life and fairy tales are very different.I’m just a small town Indiana girl that had a chance encounter with one of Hollywood’s golden boys. You may think you know where this story goes—not even close.Life is different. Marriage is hard. It’s even
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It was bright, sunny, and I had to shade my eyes from the light. Something stirred at my side, and I looked down to find my Lila snuggled in. Her head tilted up; her intriguing gray-green eyes met mine briefly before snuggling back into my chest. My arm was around her shoulder, and I leaned my head down to breathe her in, kissing the top of her head. I let out a sigh and pulled her closer, reveling in her warmth.I looked around and found we were outside, lying in the middle of a park, people all around us. People all around, yet there we lay, relaxed and content. I felt something move on my chest and looked down to find Lila’s hand resting over my heart, a diamond glinting from her ring finger, a small band seated just beneath.I couldn’t pull her flush to me, so my gaze moved farther down and saw that her stomach was large and swollen. My hand reached out to rest on her belly. I felt a kick against my palm, and my heart swelled at the feeling of life beneath it. A life we h
I’d taken to drinking at night, which was not good for anything that got in my path. The alcohol reduced my inhibitions, and the beast was let out. All my anger and pain was unleashed upon my surroundings.I wondered if I was like a drug addict going through withdrawal. I had all the symptoms, my physical dependence on Lila showing its ugly self.My depression and anxiety spiked, and I craved her more than I ever had before. I needed her.My condo was a mess: the drywall still laid on the floor in the entryway, various pieces of furniture were knocked over, and the closet in the master bedroom was ransacked. Clothes, shoes, belts were strewn all over the floor. Casualties of my search for something, anything, that was hers.I emptied the hamper and found a shirt of mine she had thrown on one night and found it still smelled of her. I sighed, having enough of a fix to calm me somewhat.I was a mess, and it was my own fault. We could have been together. There were ways.But
Days passed, and Lila was still unresponsive, trapped in the recesses of her mind. For the second day in a row, I found myself leaving the office at five and rushing over to the hospital.Work was utter hell. I hated being away from her.Nothing changed in the ten hours since I’d last been there. I walked into the room with quiet steps up to the bed. She looked so peaceful, like an angel. The constant beeping of the machines, along with the low rise and fall of her chest, put to rest the creeping fear that she was gone. I clung to each breath and beat.She was still there, alive, and she would return.I hoped.My hand reached out to move a stray strand of hair from her face, but I stopped myself. It was one thing to see her, to smell her, and to feel her presence. It was another thing entirely to touch her.This is for the best, I reminded myself.I turned and walked back out to the hall. Once there, I leaned on the wall and stared at the room across the hall. A shiver r
The next morning my alarm went off, butI was already awake. My eyes were glued to the ceiling, staring blankly at the white expanse. In the time I was staring, I noticed the nail pops, small cracks in the plasterboard, and the all-consuming ache in my chest.I slept terribly; tossing and turning, fighting nightmares and periods of insomnia.As I lay there, I realized it was the first night in months that Lila wasn’t next to me in the bed. Her delectable cherry blossom scent and warmth filling the room. It’d been months since I’d awoken without her soft body curled into mine, our limbs entangled.Instead the bed was cold.No good morning kisses.No morning sex with my goddess.No sweet smiles from my Honeybear.No Lila.My Lila.An hour later, on autopilot,I was dressed and walking to my car. I noted hers was still in her parking spot a few down from mine. In the rearview mirror the dark circles around my bloodshot eyes made them stand out; evidence of my sl
My chest clenched, and I rubbed the spot with firm pressure. A familiar pain was flooding in, and once again it was all my fault.The doors to the elevator closed in front of me, the number twelve disappearing before my eyes, leaving me to stare at my own lifeless reflection. The weight of my decision hovered above me, poised for the right moment to crash down.I saw her long before I ever met her; Lila, my cohort in crime at work and at home. Across a sea of asphalt and cars was where I caught my first glimpse of the woman who would do the impossible and awaken a long dead part of me.She was unassuming, skittish even, captivating me with the way she walked. There was nothing particularly special about it; maybe it was just the way the light reflected in her natural blonde hair. Whatever it was, my eyes were glued to her. She became more intriguing when her demeanor changed as two men approached: her body rigid, pace slowed, and eyes down. It was subtle. Not many would noti
I wasn’t surprised the next morning when Andrew came up and wrapped his arms around me in a firm hug.“I’m sorry,” he whispered too low for Lila to hear.It wasn’t an, “I’m sorry I was such a douche,” but an, “I’m sorry for what you went through.”We pulled back, and I stared him in the eye and nodded. Andrew gave me a sad smile, then glanced to Lila.“I won’t say anything.”Lila didn’t understand, and her curiosity was getting the better of her. She knew more truth about what happened to me physically, but unlike Caroline and Drew, she didn’t know what I’d lost.There was no longer animosity between us, which confused Lila to no end. The fire had died, and he accepted that Lila was mine. A friendship formed, and it was the first one I’d had in years. I’d forgotten what it was like to talk to someone who didn’t walk on eggshells around me.I begged Lila to give me time, but I wasn’t sure there would ever be enough time to prepare me for that conversation.Scandal hit th