Oh God, he is married!
“Nice to meet you, Heidi! Rhys never told me he was married, but we’d just met in passing, anyway.” I was leaving and fast. I didn’t care that violence wasn’t the answer. I couldn’t take it, not from Rhys. I could just picture the massacre now.
“No—” she laughed “—not his wife. His unwed, knocked up sister. I’m the black sheep. Thankfully, he has two of us. At least she made the family proud.” She caught her mother’s glare and I laughed a little too harshly at the exchange, letting the ten tons of relief fall away from me.
I’d not bothered to look at Rhys fully until that moment, and what I saw was surprise and anger.
“Rhys, a quick word?” I didn’t give him time to answer before addressing his parents and sister. “I know how rude this seems, but do you mind if I steal him for a minute? I’ll be quick.”
“Of course.” His sister beamed and his parents agreed easily.
The nervous laughter that bubbled in my chest was almost too much, but I maintained. Rhys got up from his seat and started walking toward the French doors that led to a wraparound porch. He only hesitated when he realized he looked absurd leaving me in the dust and turned and smiled, waiting. His sister winked at me as if to say “Go get him.” I had a feeling they were close. I winked back, taking Rhys’s offered arm. We walked out onto the porch to a beautiful but chilly fall day. He pulled his arm away, walking toward the railing. The Spanish moss covered trees swayed in the cool breeze. There was a green field ahead with a butterfly garden. It was absolutely beautiful. Rhys stood looking at the view in front of the porch rail, his back to me. I stayed silent as long as I could. He gave me nothing.
“Rhys, come on, just talk to me—”
“You think this is funny?” He was beyond angry. I had just poked the bear, and at this point, I didn’t give a shit.
“Yes, I do,” I said defiantly, a smirk on my lips.
“This is over, as of now.” I stopped my walk toward him and had to fight to keep my wits. The feeling of rejection was so familiar now, I couldn’t escape the pain of it. Instead of filling me with despair, it angered me.
“Fine, throw me away just like my husband did. Fuck you both.” He turned slowly, pinning me with his stare. I stopped with my hand on the door behind me. He was angry but he wanted me, just as much as I wanted him. I was sure of it.
“You want me. I can see it. You can hide behind your words and turn your back on me all you want, but you want me.” I crossed my arms. Still, he gave me nothing. “He was my damn husband, Rhys. I’d given up a long time ago. What you saw wasn’t what it looked like. But I lied. I get that. So if you are going to end it, end it. But don’t look at me like that and tell me you don’t want me and that this is over. Clearly there is something here.” I gestured between us.
“That’s my family you introduced yourself to, Violet,” he snapped, holding a finger up in the direction of his table.
I took a step forward, narrowing my eyes. “And what? I’m not good enough to meet your mother? Besides, it was the only way to get you alone. I’ve never met a man so relentless in his pursuit to turn away from someone so quickly.”
“I have a bad history with liars,” he said, holding his hands up, frustration on his face.
“I lied, and you’ve crucified me for it.” I took a deep breath. “Fine, we are no longer more than fucking, you’ve made that clear. I’ll accept that now, but can we at least be civil or are you going to act like a damn child much longer? Because if not, I can’t deal with this animosity. If it doesn’t bother you that we won’t be together more intimately, you shouldn’t be holding such a grudge.”
“What do you want, Violet? And just what do you consider civil?” He took a step toward me. “You see I can’t be civil around you because all I want to do is fuck your mouth, lick your pussy, and pound my dick into you so hard that you forget to fucking breathe.” He made quick strides toward me. My legs trembled knowing what he was capable of. I couldn’t hide my arousal. He watched my resolve crumble as he stood a foot away.
“You are a lot of talk, baby.” He lifted his hand and wrapped his fingers around my wrist to test my pulse point. “But you aren’t in charge here, are you? Your heart is beating so fucking fast for me. I bet that pussy is pulsing with my every word. Don’t corner me, sweetheart, and demand anything. You get what I give. It’s my cock that fills you, my lips and tongue that make you scream, not your husband’s. I already own your body. I don’t need anything else.”
His words stung. I was his toy. He was supposed to be mine. I just had to accept it.
“I told you he’s gone, Rhys. My husband is gone. HE. IS. GONE. And screw you for thinking I’m not good enough to be introduced to your family.” I turned away from him but he held my wrist.
“Stop it, you know damn well I don’t think that of you. I was bombarded. You are married, Violet. It isn’t right. Do you think they buy the fact that we are friends? You are so fucking beautiful—” He stopped himself, his emotion taking hold as he looked down at the porch between us.
“I miss you,” I said. “I’ve spent so much time thinking about you, I don’t even know if I was beginning to fall for you or who I thought you might be. I just wanted another chance. And now I’ve embarrassed myself...again.” He hadn’t let go of my wrist, his eyes reaching mine the moment I said I missed him.
“Violet, this isn’t just about me and what I want. My family—”
I yanked my wrist away and glared at him, my resolve coming back in waves. “You know what, Rhys? You want to punish me, go right the fuck ahead. I love every single punishment you deal out. That was the purpose of all of this, anyway. You’re right. I am dripping and I’m dying for a shot at that cock, but I don’t need to be judged and dismissed. You keep that shit to yourself. I’ll be your sub when I’m supposed to. But out here, in the world of people like Alex, this bitch will dish it out as much as she takes it. Good day, sir. Have your cock text me. If not, it’s not the only cock in the world.”
Fury, fire, possessiveness, all of those things flooded his eyes instantly. He wasn’t done with me. If I didn’t have his heart’s attention, I had his dick’s.
With that, I walked into the restaurant. Seconds later, he grabbed my arm in a friendly gesture as he walked with me. “Who are you here with, Violet?” I looked to see amusement in his face as my face paled. “My mother,” I said completely confused.
“Well then, let’s meet Mommy and tell her what her little girl has been up to.” I studied his face, but he gave nothing away. I began to panic. “Rhys, you wouldn’t,” I said, terrified.
“Of course I wouldn’t,” he whispered deviously.
/> “Mother, this is Rhys Volz, a friend of mine,” I said quickly and loudly before Rhys could introduce himself. Terror crept up my spine as I thought of the thousand things he could say or insinuate in front of a woman who knew everything about me intuitively. Like the day I started my period, the first time I snuck out, even the first time I had sex. I used to think she had a camera in my room and a tracking device in my car. The fact was the woman could have been a spy, and a damn good one.