“What do you want, Alex? I want this over.” I crossed my arms as I glared at him.
“I’ll give you a divorce settlement and you will give me confidentiality. I don’t want a scandal. Irreconcilable differences stated as the reason.”
“Fine, I don’t care. Let’s get this over with.” I stood, watching the perspiration roll down his forehead. Incredulous at his reaction to me, I continued, “Is it really that hard to admit you were a shit husband, that you abandoned me and had an affair?”
“You know my parents,” he snapped.
“Yeah, I know them, but I don’t know a damn thing when it comes to you anymore,” I said, watching him squirm. “Make a better offer and do it soon. I want this done just as much as you.”
“Vi—” He grabbed my arm and I pulled it away quickly, disgusted at his attempt to touch me.
“Don’t touch me. Don’t look at me. Stay far the hell away from me. Have your offer sent to me. I really don’t ever want to see you again.”
“Vi, I’m sorry I hurt you, but it’s better for the both of us.” He stood then and met my eyes.
“I have to agree with you on that. You weren’t the man for me.” My confidence was undeniable when I left his office with my head held high. I was finally about to be free of the hell of being Alex Harvell’s wife.
I strode through his floor with no intention of staying a minute longer. I stood waiting for the elevator when I noticed a meeting going on through the glass in the adjacent room.
It was her.
Sandra stood at the head of the table, a commanding presence. She truly was beautiful. She had a lean body and curvy hips. With long dark brown hair, blue eyes, and perfect, high cheekbones, it was easy to understand an attraction to a woman like her. I couldn’t hear her talking, but I could see she exuded confidence. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The few times I had met her, she had been formidable but stiff. This was the woman who ruined my marriage. I watched her walk around the room, gesturing with her hands here and there. She smiled at her audience before her eyes drifted over to me. She’d seen me watching her. I stood my ground, hoping my confidence showed in my stance. I wondered if she knew she wasn’t the only one Alex was seeing, and then resigned myself quickly to the fact that it didn’t matter; I no longer cared. I was done playing detective. I was done with him.
He’s all yours, honey. Good luck.
Her smirk was unmistakable in its meaning, and I almost didn’t catch it. She thought she had won, and in a way, she had. I felt sorry for the fool she was; the way you feel sorry for a mouse at play before the snake strikes to swallow it whole.
The elevator dinged, and as the doors closed behind me, I realized I was smiling.
I’d made it a new routine to work out in the mornings with both cardio and lightweights. If I had a chance in hell of keeping up with Rhys, I needed strength and stamina. I made it a point to start hanging out with a few friends. I’d been out with my old school girlfriend, Molly, a few times for drinks. She was fun and had a mouth like a sailor. I enjoyed my time with her, but still kept my relationship with Rhys a secret. I hadn’t heard from Rhys and knew the text was either coming soon, or wasn’t coming at all. I had dealt with enough shit in the last week between being the man of my house after a busted water pipe, to failing to make a sale, and my confrontation with Alex. I was about to explode. Not to mention the insatiable need in me that made its presence known more often than not. I was on edge. I needed him. I hated him for it. As if he sensed my distress, his text came.
RHYS: The Barracks. One hour. RED.
I sat in my car, debating my next move, because I was scheduled to show a house shortly. His texts had never come at a time I couldn’t get to him before. Then again, it was beginning to irritate me that I was at his beck and call. He was in complete control of the when and where. My sex was throbbing already at the thought of him filling me, but I had an obligation, and I had to see it through.
VIOLET: I have an appointment in thirty minutes.
I got no response. I called the potential buyers who assured me they were on their way. Thankfully, they were not impressed with the home I showcased, and fifteen minutes after I opened the door, they were gone. I flew down the highway, furious with the situation. My heart pounded at the thought of what was to come. Why couldn’t we go to his club? I hated The Barracks. I parked and noticed I was ten minutes late. I was irritated and strung out, and really needed to get off. When I walked into the bar and saw he wasn’t there, I made my way down the stairs to the same room we had used and twisted the knob. His hand grabbed mine and I was brought in quickly and pushed against the wall.
“You’re late!” he yelled, smacking his palm against the wall next to my head.
“I have a job!” I said, facing him head on.
His eyes glittered. This is what he wanted. We both stood, chests heaving, glaring at each other. I could feel the tension in him, as he could mine. We were both desperate for relief.
He ripped my blouse open, exposing my breasts, and grabbed one roughly.
“When I tell you to get your pussy here, I don’t give a fuck what you are doing, you get it here!”
“Says the man with the nine to five that texts me after six!” I screamed a little louder than I should have. He pinched my nipple hard and I cried out and arched my back as he captured it with his mouth. He sucked greedily and I moaned at the contact. I felt his hard dick brush my leg. He released my nipple and began circling it with his tongue as I watched him. He grabbed the other breast and I felt the warmth spread quickly between my thighs as he licked and sucked my nipple. Damning the consequences, I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled hard.
“Cranky little pussy, aren’t we? What’s the matter, Mrs. Harvell, you need to come?” His smile was full of menace and I looked away, disgusted.
“EYES ON MINE! You don’t get to look away from me. You get to see me and what I do to you.”
My blouse ruined, he removed it from my shoulders.
His lips curved into a wicked grin. “Get naked.”