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I’m sitting in the atrium around a poker table with my grandfather and those friends of his who are just as competitive as he is. I only agreed to join the game to indulge him because he was in one of those hearty moods.
I’d said I couldn’t stay long, but that just got swept under the rug.
Now I’ve nearly been gone for two hours.
First, I had to deal with Jeffrey, that fucking moron who wanted to change the terms of our contract on a billion-dollar project, then I had Chelle coming on to me, practically ready to mount me in the function hall.
I’m not sure if she had one too many to drink, but she hasn’t been like that in years. And that talk I had with her days ago about her and Aurora just rolled off her back like nothing was said.
I sent her home, but I can see her being a problem I don’t need.
It’s been years since she’s been so forthright with me.
Aurora’s presence, my marriage to her, and the fact that she lives in my house have pushed Chelle back to being how she was when I first broke things off with her.
No matter how good she is at her job, there’s a line, and things are different now. Today makes things different.
Well,somethings.
The only thing that hasn’t changed is my intense desire for Aurora.
My wife.
Wife,as in mine.
The word in my head fans the flames of that wild, possessive lust that’s consumed me since I first met her.
I simply can’t wait to get home and bury myself inside her. Inside her is where I plan to stay for the next few days.
During my absence from her yesterday, I went from being adamant that I should rebuild those barriers between us to changing my mind in the same breath, then, I started counting down the hours until I next saw her.
I was only away for the day because I had another busy day at work. By the time I got home, it was long after midnight, and she was asleep.
Asleep on top of her sheets with a copy of her post-romantic poetry collection in her hands and dainty slippers on her feet.
Unknown to her, it was I who put her book on the nightstand, took off her slippers, and tucked her into bed. Like a fucking boy scout, I didn’t touch her, much as I wanted to.
But I jerked off in the shower, imagining her on her knees with my cock in her mouth and my cum running all over her face and tits when I came.
The moment the priest declared us man and wife, the decision was made in my head that I couldn’t avoid this woman even if I tried.
I’m aware that means I’ve shoved more shit onto my plate, but all I know right now, at this moment, at this second, is that I want her.
And I need to get the hell out of this game so I can find her.
There are four players left, including me. Jericho would have joined us if he weren’t in Grandfather’s bad books.
The two aren’t really speaking. Grandfather said he’ll talk to me about the Jericho fiasco when he gets back from his vacation. That’s in ten days’ time, which means he’s seriously pissed at Jericho and needs time to think.
At least he’s been his usual self today.
“How about we take things up a notch and put a million on the table?” Carl Jenson hollers.
He’s an oil tycoon who would drill for oil on Mars if he could get there. The man is the perpetual conqueror who hates losing. So far, he’s lost half a million to my grandfather.
“Let’s do it.” Grandfather accepts the challenge with his cigar raised like a sword.
“Fold,” Porter Freeman says, holding his hands up. “Sorry, guys, you cleaned me out.”
