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Birgitta wanted to say something. She thought that, maybe, she could talk her way out of this. Kent’s face paled as he stared at them. Malik didn’t even move or flinch. Birgitta couldn’t help but wonder if he had planned this somehow. Had he heard Kent come home and started playing with her to distract her?
It took a moment for Kent to compose himself. Birgitta could see him working on it. He closed his open mouth and looked away from the scene, collecting his thoughts in silence.
“Well, there’s no need for you two to hide anymore,” Kent said softly, still not looking at them.
Birgitta gulped. “This is the first time,” she said. “I swear, Kent, we’ve not done anything before today.”
“I had my suspicions,” Kent said gently. “I came home and found you both flustered in the kitchen. The way he looked at you around the house, ogling you.”
“Nothing happened before today,” Birgitta said.
Aside from the odd bit of groping, she wasn’t really lying. They had been together today, and that was it. Sure, she had teased him and toyed with him, but nothing serious. Nothing marriage-ruining.
“I don’t care,” Kent said, his voice barely more than a whisper.
Birgitta sat on the bed, unable to understand what was happening. Kent seemed dead, like a zombie. His face showed no emotion as he went to the dresser at the end of the bed. He crouched down and withdrew a small bag from the gap between the dresser and the floor. With his back turned to them still, he began to go through the dresser to pick out some of his clothes.
She couldn’t tell if he was packing a bag for himself, or for her. He had every right to throw her out of the house, but she had nowhere to go. Sure, she had money and a job, but getting an apartment wasn’t easy.
She grabbed handfuls of the bed sheet and wrapped it around her body as she stared at Kent’s back. Her mind wouldn’t stop turning. All she could think about was how she was going to find an apartment on such short notice. How the hell was she going to manage? Where was Malik going to go?
Now that she’d been caught cheating, Kent was surely going to file for divorce. It could get bitter and turn ugly. Birgitta knew she’d be at a disadvantage, too. She was the one who had been found cheating—would be punished for the betrayal. When Kent was finished packing his bag, he turned around to look at them. He shook his head once as he glanced between them.
“I want a divorce,” he stated.
His voice was cold, devoid of all life and emotion. Birgitta frowned as she watched him walk toward the door. She couldn’t believe he just accepted it and moved on so easily.
The only thing she could think was,how much of a pushover is he?
Was he not going to fight for his wife or his family? Was he just going to step out the door as soon as there was a little trouble? The guilt quickly turned into anger. How had she been married to such a pathetic excuse of a man? He wasn’t willing to fight for their relationship, or even show a bit of emotion when he found his wife in bed with another man.
“This is why our marriage ended,” Birgitta said, her voice so loud it echoed around the walls. “You weren’t ever willing to fight for me. You’re weak.”
Kent looked over his shoulder as he stood in the doorway. “Did you ever think that maybe you’re not worth fighting for?”
It felt like a slap in the face. How could he say that to her? He’d been married to her for twenty years. If she wasn’t worth fighting for, why had he bothered to stay all those years?
Birgitta felt the anger building inside of her, rising up in her chest as she processed his words. Kent knew exactly how to get under her skin, and that’s exactly what he was doing now. He was trying to undermine her, to eat away at her confidence until there was nothing left.
She held her tongue as she watched him walk out of their bedroom. Heat blossomed into her cheeks, turning her pale skin bright red, but she tried to ignore it. When she felt brave enough, she looked left to Malik.
He was leaning back, his shoulder blades pressed against the headboard. A smug, crooked smile was on his lips.
“He’s gone,” he stated. “Now I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
Birgitta didn’t have time to process her emotions. Malik climbed on top of her, pushing his body between her bare legs. His mouth connected with hers, his tongue invading her body. Birgitta felt the fluttering feeling in her stomach, the butterflies moving around inside of her as Malik pressed his body against hers.
Malik moved his mouth away from her face and began kissing down her neck, sucking on the skin as he moved. Birgitta swallowed loudly and, as her lips parted, a harsh gasp escaped out of her lips. The more Malik kissed her, the more of the world around her disappeared. Nothing else mattered to her. It was her and Malik against the world and nothing was going to change that now.
Her hands found their way to the sides of Malik’s head, her fingers drifting through his curly hair as he kissed her breasts. As she touched him, she knew there was nothing wrong with what they were doing. What they shared was beautiful, and Birgitta wasn’t going to let anyone stand in their way ever again.
Chapter seventeen
You are mine
Timehadslippedawayfrom Birgitta. The whole week had vanished in a blur. She’d been so busy with work and Malik that the days all merged into one another. Before she knew it, it was the weekend. She spent it the only way she wanted to—in bed with Malik.
They’d barely moved from the bed, talking, laughing, and fucking between short, dreamless naps. Birgitta was running on empty. Malik was relentless, waking her every couple of hours with his cock hard, pressing against her legs.
