Tony (Obsessed Alpha 7)

“I can’t do that.”

“The hell you can’t. Stand up for yourself and your future.”

“Okay. Let’s get you home so I can wait for Tony to get off.” I drop her off ten minutes later and their mom waves to me. I wave back and power up my phone before pulling out of their driveway.

I’m about halfway home when my phone buzzes with messages from Tony. He sounds pissed which irritates me, so I call him to let him know I’m on my way. He’s got a lot of nerve to be angry with me.

Chapter Five

Tony

I’m about to break and call her again when my phone rings. I see her name take a calming breath before answering. “Hey, honey. I’m almost home. I just turned my phone back on.” What the fuck?

“Why was it off in the first place?” I seethe. Was she seeing someone else? I know I had to go back to work and things went to shit, but I doted on her, and we fucked almost every night. Well, not this week. I’ve been working late every night. It’s been a long, lonely week, but we were both virgins when we met so I can’t see why she’d seek someone else so soon. Fuck, ever. I’ll kill a bastard that dares to put a hand on my wife.

“I went to the movies with your sister,” she remarks as if my whole world hasn’t been upended.

“No cares, it seems,” I scoff, hating how absurd I sound to myself.

“I’m sorry? I thought you had to work late again.” The venom in her voice hasn’t gone unnoticed, and I feel like a prick.

“I’m sorry my hours have been too long,” I sigh. I really am.

“Too long my ass,” she hisses. It hits me that she’s under the impression that I’m having an affair. “Listen, Tony. I’m driving. I’ll be home soon.” She ends the call.

I stand there as anger builds in me. I want to spank her ass for talking while driving but mostly for thinking I’m having an affair. That’s why she wants to leave me? Where the hell would she get that idea other than I’ve had to work a fuck ton more.

I wait in the living room in my chair with a new drink in my hand, counting down the seconds until she returns. I can't let her leave me. I'm going to have to do whatever I have to do to keep her. Even if it’s reminding her how much she loves crying out my name as she comes.

The clock on the wall pisses me off as the silence amplifies the “tick-tock.”

About a hundred ticks later the jingle of her keys gives me some relief and then the panic sets in. I brace myself for the words coming out of her mouth, but she comes in and doesn't call out for me. I'm getting more and more pissed by the second. Finally she makes it into the living room and stops to stare at me.

"So what movie did you two see?"

She stammers for a bit since the side table light is the only illumination in the room. "Emma."

I rub the stubble on my chin, tilting my head as I stare at the only woman to ever captivate me. "Are you sure?"

She slams her hands on her sexy hips and yells. "What the fuck kind of question is that?"

"I'm just wondering why you did all you could not to call or message me before you went out in the first place."

"You work all damn hours. I don't want to interrupt your busy schedule." There’s a sense of hatred, disgust in her tone that pisses me off. I’ve told her every single day that she’s to call me whenever she wants without hesitation.

"I always want to hear from you." I stand, setting my glass down on the side table.

I close the distance between us. Pulling her in closer to me with my hands on her waist. She smells so fucking good, I run my nose over her pulse, breathing in my wife. "You're mine, Rosalyn," I whisper along her skin, sending goosepimples down her arms.

"Are you sure you're mine?" She challenges me as if she really believes I’m cheating. I look into her eyes to see the truth hidden in those gorgeous honey rich eyes. Lust is taking over the hurt in them, but she still has doubts.

"I’d never cheat on you. You have to know that. I live for you—only you. I'm about to show you." One hand slides up the back of her head, cradling it while my other hand moves down to her ass, pulling her flush against my hard cock. She moans before I press my lips to hers and still, she stubbornly refuses to kiss me back.

“Open up,” I demand, tugging on her long, chocolate strands with a firmness that she enjoys. Rosalyn parts her lips and lets me inside, sliding my tongue along hers. I groan, tensing as my cock stiffens painfully against my zipper. The strain in my suit pants is more than I can bear, but this isn’t about me. This is about showing my love that she’s mine and no one else’s.” My hands shake with need and adrenaline.