The nights turned colder now that winter was upon us, sleeping alone in that big bed made it worse. Endless nights I wait for him, and he doesn’t come to me. Missing his warmth next to me was nothing at all, I suffered in the darkness while he did god knows what with who knows what. That name, Cythia, kept hunting me. Fighting to fall asleep was my newest struggle. One more to add to my long list of first world problems. Replaying over and over again what happened still left me wondering whatever I did for him to turn to frost. A creak coming from the door made jump. The light coming from under the door shifted, he was standing outside. Hope filled me, air filled my lungs and stayed, the tension was palpable, a knife could cut it. I was afraid to move, to make a single sound. Anything that could spook him but it wasn’t even a couple of minutes when his shadow disappeared and I heard him walking away. “So he just ignores you?” “Yes.” “What did you do?” “That’s what I don’t kno
Andrea’s POV She’s a small lump under the covers, only her hair is visible from where I stand. Even from this distance her presence awakens something in me. The little game she had tried to pull on me, the way her eyes darkened when I treated to punish her. My little lamb, so innocent. She had no idea what she was doing. Stirring the darkness, the hidden desire in me. There wasn’t any way that I could introduce her. And then the call. That goddamn woman kept pestering me. Word had gotten around about my sudden nuptials. I didn’t fall for the story, her wanting to congratulate me was nothing but her way to try to get it. I had wasted too much time with mindless sex, that was in my past and I made sure it stayed there. This was my chance to build a family for myself, for once in my life to do something right and for the look of it Rebecca was the woman for me. I just had to find a way to stop myself, to get my head out of the gutter and learn how to be the right man for her. Sta
Something is smothering me, I’m no longer cold so it doesn’t bother me. The warm is so inviting that can’t help but move closer to it and I find myself engulfed with a scent that I already know and alcohol.He must have come in late at night and for the look of it drank himself into oblivion. Must have forgotten the reason that kept him away for weeks. Half his body lays onto of me, his face is buried in the crook of my neck breathing deeply.“Andreas.” I call his name but all he does is groan deeply against my skin. I try again, but he barely moves, dead to the world.I can’t move, he’s too heavy but is not like I want to either.Laying flat on my back with a man on top of me isn’t what would call comfortable, not when he’s been keeping me at bay. When he hums I fell my toes curling at the sound. Never in my life I would have thought that I would develop feelings for McKinnon. He’s like a force no one can reckon with and from the moment he stepped into my life, well nothing has worke
Is a recurring theme, some time overnight he crawls into my bed and lays on top of the covers. He pulls me close to his body and falls asleep. I’m never awake when he comes or goes, I just wake up with him wrapped around me and then go back to sleep. Maybe he pretends that he can’t feel or hear whenever I try to pry myself away, and there’s the smell of alcohol. Not a lot but enough to know that he’s been drinking regularly. This time I don’t care about his well-being, I don’t care that I might wake him up. He’s smothering me and almost choking me with his arm pressed to my neck. Prying his arm up and off so I can finally breath normal. He’s literally sprawled over the mattress, fully clothed, even with boots. I should kick him off, wake up and ask him to get out. The bottled-up anger makes me want to pinch his handsome face. The sun is rising, and the warm colors are seeping in through the open curtain. I bet my good leg that he’s about to wake and for the first time both will
The ride back to the ranch was oddly quiet. We both decided to ignore the elephant in the room. For the first time in my life, it felt like someone had enjoyed my company, and then it all went downhill the moment the simple fact that I was married had to turn it awkward. The sun was high, Livin’ on a Prayer blasting from the radio and Lacey's low humming lulled me into a deep dream. For some ungodly reason, I fantasized about John Clark's deep blue eyes and warm smile. No one would blame me, he was extremely good looking but he was also not my husband, who was now walking toward us with a grim face. “Good evening ladies.” “Sir.” My choice of words was obviously a way to push him away, the same way he was treating me. I guess a taste of his own medicine, well was bitter for the look on his face. “How was your evening?” “Delicious. I might steal your wife again sometime.” The suggestive tone of Lacey’s voice made him frown. “I must go and return this truck, see you, babe.” We hugg
Whatever John Clark’s business was at Kingdom Ranch was I had no desire to know, in the last couple of days the two men had been in constant communication. I could tell whenever Andreas talked to him, his voice turned all business-like. He was walking up ahead, with his phone on his ear while he listened attentively to whatever was being said I stared at his back while he walked back and forth. “Sure, tomorrow sounds great.” “Nonsense, we have extra room. We’re happy to accommodate you two.” “Yes. See you then.” He was coming back? Fudge. Double Fudge. With Lacey gone to
I hate the way John’s eyes follow me, Andreas is either oblivious or doesn’t care about him constantly watching my every move. From the moment I entered the room, I can feel their weight of them on me. Andreas' hand lays closely to mine over the table, he converses with both men about the day ahead of them while I place my attention on the grand breakfast in front of me. I’m a creature of habit so the toast and egg coffee is what I currently have on my plate. After having breakfast together a few times it surprises me that he knows when to pass the salt, when I’m about to rebutter my bread, and how much cream I like in my coffee, in another occasion I would have said something but right now the theatrics are necessary. We look like an actual married couple from the way we move, is like a coordinated dance, I just stretch my hand and he quickly knows what I want. “How long have you two been married?” “Almost two months, right little bird.” he fingers slider behind my hair making
“I can believe I was gone for a couple of days and you learned how to do a handjob.”“Please lower your voice.” I can believe she just said that out loud. My ears are burning, just revealing what I did to my husband was embarrassing enough.“What?” She rolls her eyes in annoyance. “You’re married to a hunk. It’s a shame that you haven't done more than that to him.”“How was it?”“What?”“The hand job!”I panic and almost jump to cover her mouth but the table is in the way, the cutlery and glass bang into each other calling even more attention to us.