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She looked away. “The scars don’t help any.”
Jessica froze as his hand landed a swift blow across her ass. She flinched, met his gaze, and then reflexively rubbed at the sting. Myles shook his head slightly, but enough that she noticed, then removed her hand, and firmly placed it back on the sink. “Your scars make you interesting.”
She swallowed.
“I want you to say it,” he ordered.
Jess exhaled letting every last bit of air out that she’d had in her lungs. Another blow. Tears stung at the corner of her eyes.
She watched him raise his hand to strike again. “I said say it.”
Another blow, this time to the other cheek. Never in the same spot.
“Fine! Okay… my scars make me interesting.”
He looked directly at her, then knelt, and slowly began kissing her ass, sucking and massaging the welts with both his tongue and his hands relentlessly until she practically melted into him. Jess held her breath. It was too much. She couldn’t handle this.
“Do you need more?”
Her body and her mind told her yes even though her heart wanted to make it stop. She wanted to say as much. Instead, she let her eyes answer for her.
“Say, ‘I need more, please.’”
Her throat had suddenly gone dry. She swallowed hard before eventually getting the words out. “I need more, please.”
Myles stood, positioned himself behind her, pulled her face back toward him, forcing her to arch her back, just enough to where he knew it wouldn’t hurt. He bit her earlobe, gently sucking it between his teeth, then again a little harder before releasing it and whispering in her ear, “Now, eyes straight ahead. You’re going to watch me show you how beautiful you are.” He pushed into her, slowly, and then all at once. And this time, he was pleasantly surprised to find that she didn’t push back.
Chapter Fourteen
Jessica awoke to an unfamiliar ringing sound. She rubbed at her eyes, rolled toward the edge of the bed, and fumbled in the dark before grabbing the receiver. The operator on the other end of the line informed her that a Mr. Clemens was in the hotel lobby and had asked that she meet him downstairs. What in the hell was he doing here? She was both surprised, and yet not surprised.
Jess quickly rose, washed her face, wrapped a hotel robe around her pajamas, and headed for the elevator. Anxious, she wondered what her husband could possibly want showing up at her hotel at five in the morning. She cautiously considered for a second that perhaps this had all just been a very bad joke. Maybe he’d come to his senses and was coming back to her. Maybe it was all a lie. His way of testing her.
As the elevator doors opened and Jess stepped out, she spotted her husband immediately. He was well-dressed in a suit and tie, just like the Spencer she knew and loved. The only thing different was their location and the knowledge he’d imparted upon her that everything, everything, was different. She noticed the way his expression changed as he met her gaze. He stood and ushered her over and Jess realized that she stood frozen just inside the elevator doors. She made her way over to where he’d been sitting and stopped. From afar, he’d looked familiar, but upon further inspection, up close, there was something noticeably different about him, which Jess couldn’t quite place.
“What are you doing here?”
Spencer smiled despondently and motioned at the oversized chair opposite him.
Jess eyed the chair and then sat and folded her hands in her lap.
“I didn’t want you to fly out of here without getting a few things settled.”
“So you’re still gay?” she retorted, the anger unexpectedly creeping upward.
Spencer looked himself up and down before glaring at the floor. “I’m still gay.” He chewed his lip before continuing. “I understand you’re angry and I’m sorry, Jessica. I know this isn’t what you expected to find coming here. To tell you the truth, I’m not really sure what to say—”
Jess cocked her head to the side. Her chest tightened. “Why are you staring at the floor?” she demanded.
He met her eyes hesitantly. “I’m not sure where to look.”
She motioned at the vicinity of her head. “This would be a good place.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what you want me to say, and I’m not sure where to start. This isn’t easy…”
“Well, you could start by telling me why you deceived me for all these years. And finish by explaining just what happened to our money.”
Spencer nodded. He’d expected this. “I didn’t mean for it to happen this way… I didn’t mean to hurt you. But when you live a lie for so long, Jess, it eats away at you. It consumes you. And soon, there are lies, and then more lies, until all of a sudden everything you know is a lie. It’s self-perpetuating like that.”
