Crime Lord's Wife (Curvy Women Wanted)

These feelings weren’t diminishing, not even slightly. They were getting stronger.

Rose had become his entire world, and what he hated was he didn’t know how to fucking tell her. He’d hoped to get some pointers from the movie but nothing.

How did he tell the woman he loved, his wife, that he was head-over-heels in love with her, and he had a suspicion it had been love at first sight?Chapter SevenSitting in his apartment late one Friday night, two months later with a nice bump for company, Rose was also aware he rarely took her with him anymore on his business trips.

In fact, in the past month, he rarely touched her.

As she put a piece of popcorn to her lips, she didn’t actually eat it. He said he was faithful to her, but … she knew his appetite. He was always thinking about sex, always wanting it.

If he wasn’t doing it with her, who was he doing it with?

Her emotions were all out of place and tears filled her eyes as she imagined him right now with a woman, bending her over the bed, touching her ass, pussy, tits. Losing her appetite, she put the bowl on the coffee table and stood.

She started to pace the carpeted floor.

For the past few weeks, she’d barely left the house, and the walls were driving her crazy. Jared had told her about a swimming pool. After going into the bedroom, she looked through the drawers and found a one-piece and a bikini. She struggled into the one piece and it didn’t fit, so she had no choice but to settle on the two-piece, which made her feel like an elephant with her swollen stomach.

With tears in her eyes, she quickly pulled on a robe and left the apartment, only to come to a stop at the sign of two guards.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Mrs. Cain, where are you going?”

“Who the hell are you?”

“We’re assigned to your protection,” the one on the left said.

The other frowned.

“Great. I now have people watching me who I don’t even get to see. That’s it. Just get out of my way,” she said, not interested in talking to anyone. “I’m going for a swim. You can either let me go or you’re going to have a very emotional, pregnant woman mess on your hands. Do you want that?”

The men stepped out of her way. She walked toward the elevator and of course, they followed. Now one of them was on the phone and she didn’t care.

Clicking the button, she looked at the numbers, wondering where the pool was. One of the men stepped forward and pressed the correct floor. She thanked him. The ride was awkward. When the correct floor finally came, she stepped off and headed toward the main pool. There was no one there, and she looked around the large room. There were chairs away from the pool for people to sit. It was also warm, which she liked.

After removing her robe, she went to the steps and lowered herself into the pool.

At first, she didn’t know what to do. She sat poised, unsure, waiting.

Then, like magic, she just started to move, sliding her hands through the water as she swam. There was no time to think or feel. She moved her head left and right, giving herself enough time to breathe. When she got to the other end of the pool, she turned back and did the same. She repeated this twice before taking a deep breath. Putting her arms on the edge of the pool, she breathed deeply.

Why does it bother me?

We’re married because of a gamble win.

She pushed some of her hair off her face.

Rose knew why but she was too afraid to even think about it.

Like a stubborn child, the thought came to her mind. Love. Jared had somehow broken through her resolve and she found herself struggling to resist all the feelings he evoked.

It’s fucking insane.

Crazy.

He’s not mine.

The ring on her finger mocked her.

“You don’t like having guards?” Jared asked.

It was as if her thoughts had in some way brought him up magically to appear in front of her.

“I didn’t know I had any guards.”

He crouched down in front of her and she pulled away, running her hands through the water. “What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I was informed you were upset.”

“Well, as you can see, I’m fine.”

“Rose, I don’t play games. Tell me what’s wrong. When one of my guards says you’ve been crying, I believe him.”

“Where have you been?” she asked, rather than answering him.

“Work.”

“What kind of work?”

She checked his face and the collars of his shirt. Women wore lipstick and that would rub off on the collar of a man’s shirt, wouldn’t it?

You’re going crazy.

He stood up and she watched as he started to remove his clothes. At first, she didn’t have a problem, then she realized he was going to join her.