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"There was another guy we worked with." There's a slight edge to his voice now. "He was her boss. She did assistant work for him."
I nod not wanting to interrupt. I squeeze his hand coaxing him to continue.
"He was an arrogant bastard," he seethes. "He took whatever he wanted and he wanted her."
"I'm sorry." I stare at his face. His jaw is tightening, His eyes have clouded over. "How did you find out?"
"I didn't walk in on them or anything." He pulls back a touch and picks up the glass. He finishes what's left before he speaks again. "She actually just came right out and told me one day."
I pause before I respond. He wants me to respond I can sense it by his silence. "That takes courage," I offer.
He places the glass down before he turns so he's directly facing me. "She wasn't courageous. That wasn't it." He shakes his head and stares down at our entwined hands.
"Mark didn't tell me about any of them until I stumbled on an email," I say through gritted teeth. I'll never get used to saying that. It still stings each and every time I repeat it.
"I didn't realize that. Who was the email to?" he questions before standing to walk back into the kitchen to refill his wine glass.
"It's strange." I adjust my dress slightly as he sits back down next to me. "I can't remember her name now. Back then it felt so important and life changing. I guess I just blocked it out because I wanted to forget the entire thing."
"What did it say?"
"The email?" I take a small sip of wine to settle my anxiety over talking about Mark again.
He nods. "Do you remember what it said?"
"Not word-for-word anymore." I stare at the shape of his hand. It's so strong and unyielding. I love his hands. I love feeling his hands on me. "The point of it was that he was waiting for her in his hotel room. He sent it to me by mistake."
Something shifts slightly in his stance. His hand becomes more rigid. The tempered tone of his breathing changes. "Where was he when he sent that to you? Do you recall?"
"Yes," I whisper. "He was away on business. Chicago."
His breathing stalls briefly and he jerks his hand from mine. I sit silently while he finishes his second glass of wine in one large swallow. "How do you do it?" His voice is barely audible.
"Do what?" I lean in closer.
"Talk about it?" He turns to face me again.
I search his eyes for some semblance of understanding. "It helps me make sense of it all I guess."
"I hate her." I instantly see the tears welling in his eyes. "I hate what she did to me."
I just want to wrap him in my arms and cradle him next to me. "I know." I sense the tears rising to the surface now and I don't hold them back. "It's a horrible pain. That level of betrayal. I know."
He embraces me tightly, pulling my head into his chest. I hold him closely as sobs course through his body and mine.
"I would never hurt you like that." There's panic in his voice as he pulls away from me and grabs my shoulders with his hands. "Never. You know that. Tell me you know that, Ivy. Tell me."
I look deeply into his eyes. Everything has changed. The veil o
f darkness is gone. He's pleading. He's wanting. "I know," I say it with strength of belief in his words.
"I don't know how I deserve you." His lips claim mine and I hungrily pull him towards me. He scoops me up and carries me. I don't care where we're going. I don't care where we end up. This is where my heart needs to be.
He lays me gently on his bed before he pulls back and starts unbuttoning his shirt. I sit up. I reach for his belt. I need to taste him. I've wanted to for so long. I pull the belt from his slacks and deftly undo the zipper and clasp. I push them quickly to the floor and pull his magnificent cock into my hand. I stare at it. I love every part of him. I love all the pleasure he's given me.
"Oh, Jesus," he moans as my tongue circles the wide tip. I pull it into my mouth. As I gently run my tongue along the base of its crown, I feel it swell between my lips even more. I pull more of him into me. My hand gently stroking its entire length. He's so large. It's so much. I want to please him.
"That feels so good," he growls. He buries his hands in my hair, pushing me to take more. I slide him deeper within my mouth. Then pull him out. I lick the entire length. Soft gentle strokes, then harder. His hands pull lightly on my hair.
