I had spent enough hours thinking about the woman who didn't surprise me and walked straight in my direction. None of the ladies were her target and she displayed it with unfiltered grace. She stood two feet from me and gave me her mean, judgmental eyes. And all the pictures I had painted of her and my husband resurfaced in my brain.While I had hardly known about her, I was sure everyone knew about her very well. Maybe that's why all of them studied both of us as we stood facing each other. I had been conscious about my lean curves since the day Marianne told me I needed to be on a proper diet to look half as presentable as the other billionaire wives. I had accepted her remark, consumed it and had been working on a strict diet ever since.But none of it had made me as self conscious as Shelly. She was a few inches taller than me and her body had to be the perfect fit for a Victoria secret model. Beautiful as she was, the twist on her lips surely made her look very evil.Everyone was
Our booth fell silent. Everyone's attention was at the entrance of the club. Several tall men entered the room alongside my husband. With specks of anger marking his otherwise casual expression and the veins lining his forehead and neck, Daniel was surely the standout among the group. He walked straight to our booth, leaving the men behind and if I was to think he was headed toward me, I would be absolutely wrong. My eyes were on my husband, not knowing even as he walked up to another woman, I still felt excited to see him there especially when he had refused to join me tonight. Or maybe, it was the agitation of not knowing who he was there for. Either case, I was a tight ball of conflicting emotions. Shelly rose to her feet, and almost threw her arms around his neck for a hug but my husband caught her arm, stopping her. She turned in his hold with an easy grace and that honey laced carefree smile grin on her face like she had fun humiliating me in front of his friends' wives. But
A hand brushed my cheek and Daniel's face hovered over mine as he helped me step inside the limo. I couldn't see Nathan anywhere. It was just us in the backseat and the driver in the front. I was a little buzzed and I didn't realize how hammered I was until he brushed my hair off my face and made me look at his face. His handsome features were blurry and I surely saw at least three of him. "How much have you had to drink?" He asked, his thumb swiping across my bottom lip. They were still a little sensitive from the kiss we shared. I bit my lip and his eyes stayed on my mouth. "Where's Nathan? You should attend the party. He will take me back home."He moved his hand behind and bumped his fist on the partition twice, his eyes not moving from my face. The limo pulled out of the garage, instantly. "Do not address Nathan as if he is your savior.""He is my bodyguard." I met his eyes as I said that.He put his arm around me and pulled me over his lap, my knees hit either side of his spre
Daniel I had bailed on my wife the very next day. The kiss was rather unexpected. Not that I hadn't been having day dreams about her perfect lush lips. In fact, I was actively avoiding her ever since that night I realized how much I wanted to kiss her. Then she kissed me at Crystal's party and I had been struggling to get rid of her taste stamped permanently on the bed of my tongue. It had been two weeks since then and I still dreamt of her in my bed, on her back, me buried deep inside her, and us kissing. I hated to be married to her but she had become a potent elixir for me. Who owns your heart? She had dared to ask me that question and I would've answered her instantly if I hadn't kissed her earlier. I knew it was a mistake to be around her but I wanted it more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. Maybe that's the reason I hadn't had proper sleep ever since I escaped her. There was no reason for me to come onsite for this one particular business deal but I had intentiona
There was more than one reason I broke down in front of my husband. First and foremost, my father's chemotherapy. And the second one was his presence itself. I didn't expect him to be there, and no matter how much I wanted to ignore the overwhelming emotions of meeting him when I most needed someone to hold me, I couldn't look past it. I needed him, and he was there, the only other family I had apart from my father, even though it was just for the namesake.He had once again ghosted me for two weeks, no contact, nothing, a clean cut as if I didn't exist in his life. It shouldn't have bothered me that much after all. By then, it had become a common occurrence. And I really, honestly tried to avoid the painful tugging in my heart every time I thought about him. I utilized all those longing days to spend time with my father, who had his chemo scheduled for that morning. I had just returned from his facility after watching him go through with the horrible procedure, and another shocking,
DanielI stayed outside the bathroom while she cried under the shower. If she really thought I wouldn't hear her heartbreaking sobs then she couldn't be more wrong. She was fierce when angry, irresistible when turned on and fucking baby when she sobbed. But the most annoying of her traits so far had been her stubbornness. It was no longer her decision to decide if she needed me or not. I couldn't just let her suffer alone. So, I set the water bottle on the bedside table, sat on the edge of the bed and waited impatiently for her to get out of the bathroom. After what felt like the most anxious few minutes of my life, she finally emerged, with her curls pulled back in a ponytail and a towel wrapped around her middle. She stopped by the door when spotted me sitting on our bed, waiting for her. Her eyes were red and puffy and her nose had a reddish tint as she rubbed them with her small fist, looking down at her bare feet. Too much cuteness. I was smitten by her and I didn't know why m
I woke up in the middle of the night thirsty and came face to face with my husband. He wasn't sleeping, instead he was studying my face as if I was a mystery to him."Sorry, did my creepy stare wake you up?" He asked, stroking my collarbone with his fingers softly. I was acutely aware of my nakedness under the sheets. He exhibited his gloriously naked torso as if it wasn't the most irresistible sight to wake up to in the middle of the night."Were you being creepy again?" I moved to my side to face him and yawned.He moved closer to me and rolled me on top of his body. "No, I was watching my wife while she slept like a baby. It's called admiring.""But it's still creepy to stare at someone while they are sleeping." I folded my arms over his chest, loving the feel of his heartbeats against mine. We had never spent a night in our bed talking before. It was certainly the first."You're annoyingly right about that." He groaned, running his thumb over my dry lips. "Do you have a punishment
The next morning I woke up to the smell of freshly baked pancakes and waffles. It was strange because my breakfast usually contained sad greens and coffee. I gathered the sheet around my naked body and disappeared into the bathroom. When I walked into the kitchen dressed and showered, he was staring into the fridge with a frown on his face. "Do you never cook a meal?" "Marianne has put me on a strict diet. No carbs and limited calories per day." I shrugged, circling the island and stepping behind him. He smelled deliciously masuline, and he was only wearing gray sweatpants, exhibiting his muscled build. I had never seen him this closely during the day and I couldn't disagree on the fact that I wanted to see him like that every single morning. "I thought you'd leave in the morning." "No, I canceled all my meetings for today. Why does Marianne have to decide what you should eat?" His eyes scanned me head to toe. I'd put on my shorts, a tank top and walked barefoot to relax my sore fe