AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He presses button thirteen and then cages me in to the wall, holding the silver bar with both hands, kissing my neck and my lips, making any questions I had fly from my mind. I hum and turn my head, giving him more access to the parts of me that make me shiver when touched.
He grinds against me, showing me his arousal, and making mine ten times worse.
We don’t stop until the doors ping open onto a spacious floor. It’s shaped like a hexagon with tall sweet-smelling flowers in huge twisted black vases to my left and right, and doors that have the numbers 13A and 13B on them.
He spins the keys around his finger, holding my hand and leading me to 13A.
This place is so fancy.
“What’s going on?” I ask when he presses the same round disk to the underneath of the door handle, and it turns the lock green.
He yanks down the handle and pushes it open. It smells so new and fresh, and clean.
When we step inside, he commands, “MURPHY. AUTO LIGHTS ON.”
We step into a nicely lit hall, white walls, wood floors, beautiful detail on the ceiling. The lights are like a snake of tiny white orbs leading further into the apartment.
“Here.” He drops my suitcase as the door closes behind us and guides me forward a few steps only to push open a door. “Our bedroom.”
“Our bedroom?” I question, stepping inside and assessing the amazing room, complete with bed, nightstands, massive windows overlooking the city, blinds that seem to be electrically powered. “What do you mean our bedroom?”
He pulls open the closet doors, showing a walk-in closet with both a his and hers side, complete with clothing. Mine from my house, his from his. Oh my God.
“This… how is this happening?”
“Come on,” he states, kissing me and leading me around the rest of the apartment. It has a modern kitchen with an island, and a balcony overlooking the ocean, and a guest bedroom, a living space, a den where his laptop is already set up and so is mine on a second desk beside it.
“How is this happening?” I’m so confused and spaced. “This is crazy.”
“This was originally going to be a gift for my sister, but Steven has since decided they want to live elsewhere. When I told my wife that I wanted a divorce, it just clicked that I could still go ahead with the purchasing of this place, and we could make it our own.”
I’m bewildered. Absolutely bewildered. “You’re telling me you want to live together?”
“It’s soon, but you need a place to live, I need a place to live…”
“This is crazy, you know that, right?” I whisper, moving to my suitcase and picking it up. I don’t know why. I don’t know if I’m staying or going. I want to pace and consider all this but he won’t let me.
“It’s safe here, they have their own security, the entire building is locked down tight. You can’t get up to a floor without the right key. You can’t get into the parking lot without a key either.”
“That’s all well and good, but how would we explain this to anybody?”
“We won’t, not yet. As far as Elizabeth is concerned, I’ll be staying with my parents or in hotels, and that’s where I’ll have our daughter.”
I drop my case and bite my lip. “I don’t know what to make of this.”
“Stay here, stay with me, don’t go to Seattle. Be mine.”
“You’re insane.”
“I am. You make me insane. I want you to myself all day, every day.” He pulls me into his body and kisses me softly, but I’m so tense I can hardly reciprocate.
“How did you make this happen in less than two days?”
“The apartment was already furnished, all I did was add the second desk and pick up your clothes and fast-track the sale with a bit of extra cash,” he explains, flashing his eyes at me. “I’m serious about us. I’m never happier than when I’m with you.”
“You promised yourself to another woman. What about her?”
His smile fades and his eyes cloud with sadness. “At the end of the day, my wife deserves better from me. I’ve been cheating on her physically and emotionally.” He backs into the wall opposite me and we both stare at each other. “I’m not going to tell her about any of that because I don’t want to cause her pain, but I am going to leave her and give her the chance to find the happiness she deserves. Hopefully the same kind of happiness I have found with you.”
“How can you be so sure about me? What if we don’t work out?”
“Then I still cheated on my wife and she still deserves better, and I’ll just sit and drink whiskey every night while listening to Celine Dion remind me how much I miss you.”
