Her skin felt lush against his body, heating him up in the most pleasant places. He felt clean, a total contrast to how he'd been a few minutes earlier, all thanks to her. She rubbed his head, luring him into a much desired sleep, drawing him closer to her bosom. Her hand slid lower and and lower until it somehow slipped into his shorts. The sleep immediately cleared from his eyes. This was a million times better than sleep. She helped him slip his own hand into her nightdress and he cupped her breast. Her breasts used to be bigger…How drunk was he? She lay atop him, slightly lifting up her gown and taking down his shorts. He obliged her, inasmuch as he thought everything strange. They never went this straight into it. There was always a lot of foreplay. This didn't even feel that good. He felt himself relaxing, wanting to stop her for a moment, suddenly not feeling in the mood anymore. "What's wrong?" She asked, but the voice was not Anne's. His eyes popped open, but he still c
When he woke up, everything looked pretty much the same. The curtains were drawn, the room was tidied and it was still dark. Surprisingly, his head wasn't pounding and he didn't have any sign of a hangover. That was the first surprise he was happy to receive. He remained on his bed for a few minutes more, preferring to linger for a little while. He was in high spirits but he couldn't tell why. Looking around at the room which was suspiciously spotless, he began to wonder if it had always been like that or if someone else had somehow gained access to his room and tidied it. The cleaner never gained access to his room. That was something he was very particular about. Rolling over, he checked his phone and yawned. It was four o'clock, quite early with no hangover, that was new. Ten missed calls. What was that about? He'd only slept for about four hours and someone had called him ten times? It was a good thing he always had his phone set to do not disturb. Anyone who was calling him
God she missed him. If there was any time she needed him more than ever, it was now. But once again she'd let her big mouth chase him away. Maybe she was truly allergic to happiness. Like the coward she was, she'd spent the night at a hotel, hoping by the next day she'd have enough courage to face her children and give them some sort of explanation about her disappearance and their grandma. Even though they hadn't started asking questions yet, she knew it was only a matter of time and she didn't want to be caught chewing her words when that time came. The boys were at the stage in their life where they were extra perceptive and questioning. But as she lay on the small bed in the room, she didn't feel any different than she felt the day before. Sighing, she forced herself to get up. It was getting late and if she didn't do anything, the whole day would be lost. She'd already spent the better part of it moping around and making herself feel terrible. She showered with what condiment
She was only going there to have a talk with him, she told herself again, trying to deny how excited she was to get to see him again. She missed him, but her body missed him even more. Ugh. She had to keep her mind on the road. Swerving this fast would give her a ticket if not anything. She had to calm down. Nothing was going to happen anyway. She had reached out and they agreed to have a cordial meeting about where they would go on from there. It was going to be at his office and she tried to subdue the pang that hit her chest when she remembered why he wouldn't meet her at his house. To be honest, all this while she'd hoped the whole thing between him and Gabby was all a misunderstanding. She thought that soon enough it would come out she was lying and he'd send her out. He'd sworn he never had anything to do with her. But now over a month had passed and Gabby was still living with him and he was no longer denying anything. Honking angrily at another driver who'd just cut her o
She looked so good. Smelt even better. Her body was warm, perfect against his. This hadn't been the plan. He was supposed to be firm with her, discuss the plan for the boys since their current arrangement didn't seem to be working. Their meeting was meant to be professional, since she'd proven to him time without number she didn't want him in her life. But here he was, breathing her in like a drug, swallowing her lips like it was his last meal and gripping her body against his as if he needed her to survive. The table was too clustered with files and stupid things. Pushing the damned things away, he placed her right on the table, without even bothering to shut the door. His entire mind was on this goddess before him and nothing else. He didn't know who was more turned on. She was peeling off his clothes just as fervently as he was pulling hers off, breathing equally as heavily. Minutes later, they were both completely naked in the cold office yet sweating profusely. He stopped
Her body was still shaking many moments after her shattering orgasm. She was breathing fast and so was he. She watched him breathless, with her back slightly turned to him, wondering what would happen next. Her legs were shaking and he could see that. She'd missed him being this intimate with her but in his office, that was a first. Noticing the open door again, she suddenly felt self-conscious. What if someone walked in? Or worse, what if someone had walked in while they were in the heat of it, saw them and walked away when the person saw what was happening. A part of her wanted him to hold her and tell her everything was settled. She didn't like this feeling she was having and couldn't explain. However, he looked her up and down once again as if to remember her features forever and then went to where a pile of clothes were and put them on. She didn't do anything. It was like her mind could no longer control her body. When he was fully dressed, he sat down in his office chair, l
Asher surprised her by laughing and soon enough, the lawyer began to laugh as well. "Everytime," he said, reaching into his briefcase and bringing out a new pile of copies of the exact paper she had just ripped apart. "There are several more where that came from and it is still saved in my laptop. So we could either waste each other's time or you could just calmly read the contents of the documents." She felt like such a fool. He was a lawyer, of course he'd have photocopies. But ripping those papers apart felt good. An adrenaline rush if nothing. She didn't dare look at Asher. She could imagine the amused look that would be etched on his face, mocking her. She swallowed as she picked up the first document with trembling fingers. …will be allowed visiting rights every two weeks. She will not be allowed to take the children outside the home without the father's permission. She should not be seen around the children until her allocated weekends…"You have to be joking." "I'm not,
Anne didn't even try to defend herself when for the first time in her life, a pair of handcuffs was tightly fastened on her wrists. He had won.It was mere fantasy to think she could possibly win against him. As she was escorted into the police vehicle she'd somehow missed earlier, she half expected her sons to turn around and notice her. They could at least wonder why their mother was being treated like a common criminal, but they didn't. Instead they kept smiling up at Asher and eating up every word that came out of his mouth. He was right. He could tell them anything and they'd quickly forget about her if he wanted. But from what she'd seen he wouldn't even need to tell them anything. As she fought back tears, she tried to remind herself it wasn't their fault. They were only children after all and probably just thought she was somewhere else. They rarely saw their father, so it was always a big deal whenever they did. At least she'd done something right, she thought as the ca