Chapter 5

Warning 🔞 content below. Ages below are advised to avoid this.

************************************************

It wasn't the first time we'd been this close in months. But it felt more intimate than those other times that felt more awkward. I had been expecting, no, dreaming about this since a month ago, but now that it was happening I didn't know what to do.

He drew me closer so our bodies were pressed against each other as his lips moved on mine. He sucked and nipped at my bottom lip. I gave in, and his tongue entered my mouth forcing moans to spill from them.

The subtle smell of his shampoo filled my senses, overwhelming me. My arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him even closer than before. Walker groaned as I tugged on his hair roughly. He used to like that a lot and seeing his reaction made me bold. I tugged on his hair some more, loving the way he groaned. He ran his hands all over my body, groping and molding my skin.

For a brief moment, he pulled his lips from mine and put me on the counter. I felt dazed and my brain was a hazy mess. Despite that I wanted more, "Walker.." I whispered urgently. He got between my legs to continue to torture my lips. "You're so soft.." Walker muttered as he caressed the skin under my baggy shirt. A whimper escaped my lips and I leaned against his shoulder as he lightly squeezed my breasts.

He kissed my neck for a while before reclaiming my lips. He sucked my tongue and licked the inside of my mouth, the sloppy sounds made me feel heat down there leaving me breathless.

Not wanting my hands to be idle, I reached into his shirt, feeling the toned muscles of his body. Going lower to the band of his sweatpants, I could feel the strain on his pants.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound interrupted us. Walker's phone vibrated across the counter. I was annoyed at who was calling at such a time, and glanced at the phone, moaning as he pinched my nipples, "You..your phone," I said breathlessly. "Let it ring," he said and rubbed himself between my legs. I moaned when he rubbed me with his hard-on. It was so real and so close. Just a little more.

The phone started ringing again. I sighed frustratedly and pressed my palm against his chest, "Just answer it. I don't think they'll stop--" I grabbed the phone and saw the name on the screen. Ms. Angela Terence.

"Who is it?" Walker asked when I fell silent. I shot him a glare. "Why is the 'young, unmarried lady who wouldn't want to have a private chat with a married man' calling you this late?" I fired back. Walker straightened up, and suddenly the sexual tension in the air was gone. "Oh..."

"Oh?" I was shocked by how unfazed he seemed. It felt like he was waiting for her call. "What does that mean?" My mind was already  jumping to the worst conclusion. "...Are you cheating on me?" My voice wavered.

"Oh God, no! I'd never do that," he said quickly.

I didn't mean to, but a bitter smile crept onto my face. "You're so quick to deny it. So tell me, why is she calling you? Why do you even have her number saved?" I asked. Walker sighed. "Terrence Enterprises and Anderson Industries are working together on a project I'm in charge of. Ms. Angela is the rep assigned to work with me," he explained.

My mood shifted completely. I didn't care about his excuses and handed him his phone, muttering, "Whatever," as I hopped down from the counter. Walker looked lost. "I promise, nothing is going on between us—"

"Your grandma probably wants something to happen, which is why that girl is the rep," I jumped in. Walker went quiet. He knew his grandma was behind all of this. "Yeah, I know."

"And you're just okay with that?" I accused. I got that he was just following orders, but I still felt hurt. Walker ran his hand through his hair. "Destiny, it's a big project. I can't just drop it."

"Then pass it off to someone else. What, you think your team can't handle it? All I hear are excuses," I snapped. Ugh, stop! You're being unreasonable!

Walker saw I wasn't in the mood to chat. "Destiny, please," he pleaded. I waved him off and stormed out of the kitchen.

I locked myself in the room after tossing an extra blanket at him and telling him to sleep somewhere else. Pretty petty, I know.

Walker's pov

Defeated, I dragged myself to the living room and lay on the couch. My phone buzzed multiple times after that. I angrily opened the message and typed;

Stop calling me and don't text me again. If you have any questions about the project, send them to my secretary.

Then I went ahead to blocked her number. If it were in my hands, I would have declined the project offer, but it was ordered from the chairwoman and it was a good proposal.

The only issue was Ms. Terrence, who was super clingy and annoying. It was clear she didn't know much about the project or the business in general. I heard her dad got her on this project to help her learn the ropes, and he claimed, "There's no better way to learn than teaming up with the smartest guy in the biz."

The lady piled on so much makeup, it was like she was trying to make a statement. And her perfume? It was so strong you'd think she dumped the whole bottle on herself. She didn't show much respect for her employees or the work she was given.

Angela was also super full of herself and proud of being someone who didn't have much going on brain-wise.

She wasn't the first woman my grandma had tried to set me up with. Over time, there have been at least a couple of women who showed up pretending to be business partners. I never mentioned them to Destiny because I knew something like this would happen.

Ever since we lost our child and she became despondent, Destiny's had this weird way of looking at things.

But it used to be worse. Back then, if I even bumped into another woman, she would accuse me of being interested in the woman. I used to have two assistants, Logan, my current secretary, and another Lady.

I had to move her to a different department because Destiny thought I was having an affair with her. The lady was married and a mother of three, but I guess that didn't stop Destiny from jumping to conclusions.

This felt familiar. I didn't want to go through something like that again. And just when the night was turning out great. It's been almost two months since I could even get this close to having any form of intimacy with her.

I knew my grandma wasn't a fan of Destiny, but trying to get me to cheat on her was just low. I'd confronted Lady Grace a bunch of times, but she was too stubborn to budge. She thought Destiny wasn't good enough for our family or me. And even more so after we lost our child.

My grandma was manipulative, and I had no clue how to deal with it, but one thing was for sure—I'd never hurt Destiny like that.

I would rather die than pick my family over her, that was how much I loved Destiny. But she never saw things the way I did, and it hurt. Despite my optimism that she might eventually return to her old self, I felt the heavy burden of realizing that it might never happen. This made me want to give up many times.

I am, after all, human. Hurt and disappointment would weigh me down, but the thought that she was hurting even more made me want to hold on longer.

A sigh escaped my lips as I  stared up at the dark ceiling. Our marriage was already fragile and sometimes felt like it was coming to an end. Just when good news arrived, another problem emerged. It was like a never-ending rollercoaster.

Despite everything, I decided that I would not let anything ruin our marriage again. I was determined to build a joyful life for Destiny and now maybe our unborn child, even if it meant severing ties with my family.

The next morning I woke up early and decided to try my luck with Destiny. I needed to go to work, but all my essentials were locked inside the room. Standing in front of the door, I raised my hand to knock but noticed that it was slightly ajar.

Surprised, I wondered if she was awake. I quietly entered the dim room and saw Destiny buried under the covers, with just her head peeking out from the comforter.

I quietly walked over to check if she was asleep. I took a seat on the bed and just stared at her. I gently brushed her hair away. She must have opened the door sometime last night. Destiny didn't move, so I figured she was out cold and decided to hop in the shower.