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“Orange marmalade breakfast bake, apple sage sausage, fresh fruit, coffee, and juice.” I answer frying the sausage. “What are your plans today? Do you have to get stuff ready for your trip?”
“I talked to the office, they said to bring you along. They’re buying you a plane ticket.”
I can’t even hide my shocked face. “What?” I feel my eyebrow hitch out of annoyance as I flip the sausages. “I told you I wasn’t going,” I snap. I am so not going.I’ve already made plans.
“And I told you I wanted you to come with me.” He gets up and grabs a piece of cooked sausage. “It’s pretty good. I like just plain sausage.”Of course he does.He doesn’t like any sort of seasoning nor trying anything new. I always have rave reviews on my apple sage sausage from our guests. I don’t say anything about the sausage or the trip. I’m not going with him, simple!
“I’m going to run some errands after breakfast.” I need to get a few swimsuits. After all, Quinton’s used to seeing a freaking lingerie swimsuit model. I sort of dread that part. He’s going to be sorely disappointed. Maybe I should go to the beach and get a few rays today.
“Good! Have you thought anymore about what I mentioned the other day?” What the hell is he referring to?
I finish the sausage and put it in the warmer. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He hasn’t asked me about anything but that stupid business trip.
“About us trying …” I watch him dumbfounded as he crosses the kitchen. He wraps his arms around my waist. “I was serious.” He kisses me on the neck.
“No, I haven’t given it a second thought.” I grab his hands and push him back. “Eric, you need to listen to what I am saying. I am not having a child. Period! I have no desire to have children.” I’m done with this conversation.
“And that’s it? Just because you said so.”
I cross my arms across my midsection. “Well um yeah, Eric. It’s my body.”
“It’s my body too. When you said I do, you promised to belong to me as much as I belong to you.” I roll my eyes.
“It’s my body that carries and delivers a child, not yours,” I scream. Shit. My throat burns from the rage. “I’m going to have a say in what happens to my body.” This really is a fucking moot point, because that IUD is in place and has been for six years. “You may take your pleasure on this body, but that’s where the line ends. If you really want children that bad, Eric, then maybe we need to discuss other things.”
“Discuss other things?”Shit,he looks pissed as he closes the gap between us. “What the fuck does that mean?” I look down, crossing my arms. “You’re talking about divorce?” His spit hits my face as he lashes out. My ears ring. Divorce does sound wonderful. He pinches my face, making me look at him. “You’re mine Amelia. You took vows with me … until death do us part.”
I jerk my face out of his grasp. I don’t look at him. “I am not having a child.”
“And I am not going to let you go. Ever!” I watch him as he looks at his phone, brooding over the text that just dinged. “You’re mine Amelia! So you just get the idea of a fucking divorce out of that goddamn head of yours. Do you understand?” I don’t say anything. He grabs my jaw, squeezing. “Do you understand?” I push his hands away from my face.
“I’ve got to get breakfast served.”
* * *
I walkdown Centre Street to the Island Boutique. “Hi Gail.” I smile as I walk in. She’s lived on the island all of her life. Gail and Greg have a wonderful marriage. They swoon over one another all the time.
“Amelia, what brings you in this morning?” Gail beams.
“I need a couple of new swimsuits,” I admit, digging through the racks. I pick up a bright yellow string bikini. Quinton likes to keep his human color wheel to add color to his life. I smile, holding it up against my body.I’ll try it on. The black bikini is sexy. I snatch a sapphire colored one.Damn it would have a Brazilian cut ass. “Gail does this blue one come with a different bottom?”
“No dear, that line is my new Brazilian cuts.” Gail frowns. “I don’t know anyone who would wear such skimpy things, but they’re supposed to be hot selling pieces this year.” I smile and don’t put it back.
I slip into the dressing room. I try on the blue first. Shit, my tits look huge in this.My tits are my best feature. I turn and gasp. I don’t know if I can pull this Brazilian ass off. I mean, I’m a perfectly toned size two. I could get a cover up with it … I am getting it.
Next the yellow string. At least the yellow bottoms cover and still look sexy with the strings. My full bust dominates the string top. It fits good. I’ve never had a bandeau swimsuit before. I try the black one, it’s cute. It does have a removable neck strap. The top is twisted and ruched, but at least it has built in support. The bottoms are cute, ruched with decorative strings on side.
Gail’s smile reaches her ears when I hand over my credit card. “You must have something planned to tease that husband of yours. He’s not going to be able to keep his hands off you.” I smile—that’s the idea, but only it’s not for him. If I’m honest with myself, I felt a small pang of guilt … but then I see Quinton’s heated smile. I tell myself toshut upas Gail proceeds. I can’t believe I just spent four hundred and fifty dollars on three swimsuits.
I continue my beachy shopping expedition. Are we going as friends or more? He left the more open. Do I want more?Yes!Shit, I’m married. I really can’t believe I’m considering this. Can I keep it platonic with him? I want him in my life, like he said, anyway I can. Eric will never give me a divorce.
I find myself standing in front of the inn. Eric’s car is gone.Good!I slip into my new black bandeau bikini and hit the beach. I can’t look like a ghost in front Quinton. Somewhere between dancing with Quinton and buying skimpy swimsuits today, I decided against doing the moral thing, and for once follow what I physically I want. And after this little trip, we might discover we weren’t ever meant to be together … and well then, I can deal with the aftermath.
QUINTON
Ipull up at the docks. I love this place. There she is, my first toy I bought when I hit millionaire status. Fortuna. I picked her name to signify the start of my fortune building empire. She’s a two hundred eighty-foot, luxury motorized sailing yacht. Party deck, plenty of lounges and bars; similar to my club but on water. Private crew cabin. She even has a pool, toys, and swim deck. I hope Amelia loves her like I do. She will be the first woman I brought aboard with a romantic interest and overnight. Sure, we’ve had plenty of day parties and women. But hell, I’ve never met a woman I’ve developed a romantic interest in. My companions have always been strictly for sex.
I smile as I see Captain Pete waxing her rich sparkling navy finish. “Mr. Starks.” He immediately straightens, giving me his full attention. I grin as I walk up, checking out his work.
