Nathan looked unsure as he led me into my suite at the hotel. I wanted to appear as careless as possible but I was brewing with anticipation and excitement from inside. I guess Nathan figured that out already."You did it on purpose, didn't you?" He asked me, swiping the key to my suite. The sudden words startled me and I turned to glare at him. "Why would I do something like that?"Nathan said nothing, his hands in his pockets and watching me intently. I left the strappy sandals on and walked inside the room, tightening the knot of my silk robe, cinching at the waist over nothing but a skimpy pair of bikini, the fabric sticking to my skin, still damp from my after-swim shower."Mr. Rutherford is waiting for you. Do you want me to come inside?"I opened my mouth to answer him but a deep voice beat me to it. "Fucking leave, Nathan. My wife doesn't need a bodyguard around her own husband."Nathan just kept staring at me as if to confirm it from me. I opened my mouth, shut it, then open
He put my palms on the side of the couch asking me to hold them tightly, my breasts stiffening in the cool air. His hands took a desperate tour of them as he settled behind me, the soft brush of his dress pants replaced the bare skin of his thigh and the hardness of him. "Look at me." He almost panted the words his hands palming my ass cheeks, while he bit my shoulder blade. I resisted looking into his eyes, hating the fact that he would see my true emotions if he gazed deeply, and he would know the need thrumming through me. He leaned forward, gathering my hair in his fist and twisting my head to look into his charcoal eyes. My toes curled when he gave me his playful smile. He enjoyed my vulnerability. "It seems my fortune is not all you're after. You crave my attention too. So, here it is. Take it all." I gasped when he dragged his tip against my folds, found my entrance and slid inside in a slow, inch by inch fashion before he shoved his entire length into me, deep. "If I want to i
I was tired and confused. My husband was being too insatiable and that wasn't the worst part. It was me. I had started losing my identity. Before I was sure what to expect and what not to from our marriage but the thin line between duty and desire was broken and now all I felt was regret. Not the sex part. It was great. I had never felt that amazing about my sexuality before Daniel started seeking my touches like a starved man. I had officially become a good trophy wife that the Rutherford's had invested their fortune on. What troubled me from inside was my growing need to please my husband. It wasn't about the sex anymore. I needed more of his attention. I wanted him to hold me like he held me the other night. I wanted to feel his warmth in my bed every night. I wanted him to kiss me on my lips and take me to dinner dates. I wanted him to introduce me to his friends as his wife and come home to me after work. I wanted all of that and more. My husband however was a riddle. Certainly,
It wasn't a surprise that everyone in my husband's office knew about me. From the doorman to the rows of employees sitting in the glass cubicles, all of them rose to address my presence and I was all shy to smile at them in appreciation. However, the young lady just outside my husband's cabin didn't seem to be very pleased with my arrival."You can't go inside." She gave me a fake smile, stepping out of her desk and standing in front of me. "He's in the middle of an important meeting, Mrs. Rutherford."I eyed the tainted glass door that separated me from Daniel and the only obstacle was the blonde lady in a too-tight shirt and too-short formal skirt. I would be the worst person to judge her dressing choices but the fact that she was my husband's secretary wasn't helping. I gave her a tight-lipped smile and squared my shoulder with confidence. She didn't need to know I came uninvited."My husband is expecting to see me this afternoon and..." I turned my wrist to affirm the time on my Di
"You can ask me about her if you want." My husband said as soon as my back hit the cold surface of his office desk. He was right in the action, pushing away the files and whatever was on his desk to the ground. He picked up the receiver, dialed a number, and ran his thumb over my bottom lip as he waited for the answer."Do not let anyone through my door, understood?" His eyes remained on my face as he spoke on the phone. "Yeah, you seem to have failed at your job. Consider this as your final warning. If someone even knocks on the door- you're fired."He tossed the phone on the leather couch and hovered over me in record time. I wondered why I was still sprawled on his desk, like a fucking dish, while the lunch box I brought for him was lying on the coffee table."I don't care. And more so, can you stop touching me, for fucks sake?" My heart was bruised and scarred, yet my legs found themselves around his waist anyway as he dragged my body toward the edge of the desk. At that moment, I
I was practically in a murder mode the whole day. My husband didn't just make me his mid-day meal but he had set a wild fire in my chest which wouldn't set off. I tried swimming in the pool water, even ran on the treadmill for longer than any of the other days and also took a cold shower. Nothing helped. Shelly's red fiery mane kept popping in my head repeatedly and every scenario led me to picture her kissing my husband, on the mouth, which was something we never did, except for that one time he kissed me for the photo ops. It burnt and the worst part was I didn't want to show my husband that it did. God, I knew I shouldn't feel like I was feeling. That was the fucking rule set by me in the first place. I had been clear from the start that everything between me and Daniel would be purely physical and nothing emotional. Then why was I getting so damn angry picturing him with another woman. Yeah, I knew why. Because he was my husband. Mine. I pulled my hair up in a bun and secured
Leaving me in a haze of his passionate words, my husband headed into the bathroom. I stayed there, my spine plastered against the door and heart thudding wildly inside my chest. Only when he turned on the shower did I recollect myself. I slipped out of my clothes and into the shirt he dumped on to the floor when he removed it. It still smelled like him and it somehow made me calmer than before. I was brushing my hair when he walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist. His damp hair and defined abs definitely made me drop the brush but I looked away before it did and continued my nightly hair routine. When I set the brush down and turned to face him, he had already pulled on a gray sweatpants which hung low around his hips. Heat crawled over my skin. I brushed the messy tangles of my hair as he moved to one side of our bed, running his hand through his damp hair. "Aren't you hungry?" I placed my brush on the dresser and moved over to my side of the bed. He looked way too tired
Daniel I woke up with a raging hangover and a hungry belly. The latter wasn't just for food but rather it was for the warm body I was pressured up against. How did I end up here? I remembered my failed attempt to keep my distance from my fortune hunting wife and caved in with her in our bed. Every night I ended up seeking her warmth only made me more desperate to break whatever bond was developing between us. I knew the moment I saw her picture in the bride catalog that once I married the girl, I would be doomed and I did marry the girl my father had chosen for me and I was very nearly doomed. I had conjured up enough reasons to stay away from her. Reasons like she wasn't the girl I had wanted to be my wife, she was a gold digger who took the first chance of selling her body for the life of riches, and the biggest and by far the most upholding reasons that I didn't love her. And I was able to keep all those reasons until she wasn't in my arm's reach and I needed...I wanted to touch