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“I don’t fucking know,” I snapped, pushing my chair away and standing up to pace the window. “The women in my life are intent on fucking ruining me.”
So, I could have handled it better. Obviously, that charade in front of my mother was a tad too much, except Divya got to me with her intruding questions about the case. Then my mother came and pushed me right over the edge.
“Well, that’s no secret when it comes to our mother. I hope you aren’t including Divya in it, though.”
I wasn’t, but she was not an easy woman to understand, my wife. Why, for example, was she embarrassed by the marks on her lips? I was her husband. We had sex. I was sure the staff had heard us going about it on numerous occasions. It wasn’t my fault that she screamed like a porn star when she came. Unless her source of embarrassment was me.
I clenched and unclenched my hands, watching out my window distractedly. Not even a few weeks of marriage and she wanted out. She couldn’t have made it more obvious. Demanding information under the pretence of being worried about the case.
“I’ve never seen you like this.” Angelo’s words cut through my thoughts.
I’d never seen myself like this either. She got to me in ways far worse than my mother ever had. The control that I prided myself on flew out the window the moment she walked in. I had actually fucked her without a condom. It had been fucking marvellous to be skin-on-skin inside her. Not even in my marriage to Yuliya had I fucked her bare. Cora had simply resulted from a condom burst.
“Have you taken a good look at her? Fucking her is bloody marvellous.”
“I have.”
I jerked my head towards him.
What was I thinking?
Age wise, Angelo was closer to Divya than I was. Was he fucking lusting after what was mine?
“That.” He pointed at my face. “Is exactly what I mean.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” I flicked my annoyed glance back out the window.
“Right. Because you’ve always been jealous, of course.”
I didn’t like the sarcasm dripping off his mouth. I wasn’t jealous. I just never shared what was mine. She was also fucking pissing me off with whatever exit plan she was working on.
The poison in my veins grew a tad thicker when I glanced at the open document on my computer.
She was still talking to fucking Harris. What, I wondered, did she want to talk to him about when he had gambled away all her inheritance? Had she forgiven him already? I hadn’t thought her to be an idiot, but it might be that, yet again, I would be proven wrong.
I didn’t care for the way this discovery rested on my chest. I pushed it with effort to the back of my mind. Massimo would soon be here. We needed to discuss the numbers. There was a new restaurant in town, and we needed to see whose protection it was going to fall under. As far as I was concerned, it was either us or Vladislav. But it was never going to be the fucking Mexicans. It gave me peace of mind to focus on things I knew better than the back of my hand. I pushed thoughts of Harris out of the way like an ostrich burying its head underneath the sand, hoping it would go away.
Following the soft humming of a strange song, I found her in the nursery holding a sleeping Cora over her shoulders. I walked in and settled just inside the door to watch them. Something uncomfortable ticked in my chest. My baby, chubby fists relaxed, face peaceful, clad in her sleeping bag, in the arms of my wife, softly murmuring sweet nothings in her ear.
She ignored me, of course, even though I knew she had sensed my presence. Her body was mine to read. Her shoulders had stiffened, and her back jerked upright the moment I stepped into the room. Sexual tension prickled in the air like fucking electricity in a storm.
She was wearing a hot purple dress with a tight bodice and a short flowing skirt, her hair in a ponytail. I preferred it loose, hanging around her, tangled in my hands, riding me.
Heat rushed to my groin when she bent down to put Cora in her cot, her dress riding up to show more of that caramel skin. My hands itched to follow that path. My dick twitched. A few days absent of sex left a man fucking senseless.
I watched her go around, cleaning up the soft toys quietly. Did she realise I could see her breasts from my vantage point? Bobbing up and down, calling out to my hands and mouth. I had married a temptress, going around braless all day.
I was tired after sitting in meetings the whole day and ending the day with Vladislav’s team. Just because we were on talking terms didn’t mean there was no tension around. More than one man in a room full of fucking egos set the room on fire like a cave of rattlesnakes. Every meeting we ended without a gun drawn out was a notch up our sleeves.
All I wanted now was to bury the agitation in me between my wife’s sweet thighs. This cold war at home was not what I wanted. I would much prefer a screaming fight or none at all.
How long was she going to pretend to clean a room that was already pristine and perfect?
I would have stood there all night long if I had to. It was better than a distance of a few feet in a fucking bed.
Finally, she stood still in the room, contemplating. After a slight pause, she came to move past me. I let her… almost pass before I latched onto her hand and jerked her to me.
To my surprise, she didn’t put up a fight.
