Yours Suddenly

Chapter 14

Alexandra

It's not like I wasn't expecting it.

When he told me he was taking time from work to go with me to the movies, I thought he was joking.

I'm playing tennis by the wall in one of our courts. There are four of them, but no one in the family is really big on the sport. The courts are just there for the sake of being there. It's a status thing, a rich person thing, to have some in your home, I guess.

I slam the ball against the wall and it comes hurtling back at me. I came here to take out my anger on a fluffy green sphere. But when I started to actually hit it, I realized there wasn’t much anger in me at all. I feel almost… indifferent. Which is worse.

After thirty minutes of this, I go back to the house. The kids are chasing each other in the grand foyer, the dogs playing along, and they ask me to join them in their little game. I'm exhausted, but it feels great to feel like a kid again, to chase them and to make growly sounds that cause them to scream and giggle. It reminds me of my sister and me. Reminds me of a happier time.

“You’re it!” I say to Sandra-Lee and she squeals as I run away from her.

I don't watch where I'm going and I slam into the wall.

Well, not a wall. It's just the very tall, hard body of a man.

Roman.

I should have known he got home from the dark cloud that suddenly permeated the grand foyer. He looks me up and down curiously in my short tennis skirt and tight tank top. Desire flares in his eyes. He's dressed in all black again. A sharp contrast to the pale purple of my outfit.

“You look great,” he says softly.

I roll my eyes and walk past him up the stairs. “Fun’s over,” I call out to the kids, and they make disappointed sounds, but the next second they’re already chasing each other, already moving on.

Perhaps that's what I should do, too.

Move on from the marriage I thought I was going to have. Embrace this slight indifference I feel.

But it's hard, especially for someone like me, who wants to be loved , who wants to be held, who wants to be kissed. Who needs someone to make time for me.

I'm afraid I couldn't not care, even if I tried.

Even now, as I ascend the stairs, I make sure to move my ass in a way that'll get his cock hard. Punishing him by wearing tight dresses and cleavage-showing tops ever since we came back from Oregon has been my form of vengeance.

I haven't let him touch me since. I haven't let him kiss me.

I feel him follow behind me as I rise up the stairs slowly and walk down the landing. A thrill grows in me, and I feel like I'm being chased. I enter our bedroom, and a few moments later he comes in.

“Please have dinner with me tonight,” he says.

“No.” I take off my top and let it fall to the floor. The short skirt follows. I move my sweaty, butt-naked self to the bathroom and I hear him follow.

When I glance at him, I see him dragging his hand over his mouth. His jaw twitches.

“Please, baby.”

“No.”

I enter the shower and turn the water on. There's no glass or curtain or anything so he just watches me as I slather my body in lavender foam. I make sure to take time on my breasts, his number one weakness. The fluttering in his jaw gets more intense.

Good.

“Staring is rude,” I say.

“You're staring at me,” he says.

“Glancing your way every five seconds doesn't count as staring. What you are doing right now is staring. At me.”

“Can you blame me?” he drawls. “A fucking naked beautiful woman is showering in front of me.” He runs his thumb over his bottom lip, getting slightly restless.

“I have a solution to that,” I say sweetly. “You can just walk out of the bathroom.”

“Not until you say yes to dinner.”

“Why should I say yes?” I cock my head to the side. “Why? So you can just cancel? At this point, you're married to the men you do business with.”

A small smile dances on his lips. I hate that I always feel pleased with myself whenever I make him smirk. “Here's me telling you that I have split with one of these businessmen you're apparently so jealous of. Forever. And not amicably .”

I don't know what that means. It could literally mean anything.

“Why?” I say.

“Well,” he says, stepping forward. My heart rate quickens and instinctively I take a step back, “they don't have a great pair of tits like you do. I don't think married life would work between me and them without those.”

“Well,” I say, my voice coming out a little strangled, liquid pooling involuntarily in my core, “ I have a great pair of tits, and our marriage is in shambles. So what now, honey?”

“So let me fix it by taking you out to dinner .”

“You think dinner is going to fix what you've done? You made me miss the opening day of our favorite movie!” I say.

He steps right under the stream of water, and I suppress a gasp because that suit is worth more than my life. Thank goodness he's not wearing shoes because they’re worth more than both our lives.

“Let me make it up to you,” he says softly. His dark hair is soaked, clinging to his forehead, and water streams down his chiseled face.

“If you think getting your twenty-thousand dollar suit wet is going to fix things, you've got another thing coming,” I say.

“Damn,” he drawls. “Anything else I can get wet instead?” His eyes lazily move downwards to my middle area and then back to my face. “Not that what I have in mind isn't drenched already.”

Don't jump on him, don't kiss him, he doesn't deserve it.

So I shove him, but I might as well have tried shoving a twenty-ton truck. In my effort, I slip and fall into his arms.

“Careful there,” he says.

We stare into each other's eyes. Husband and wife. Water streaming down our bodies.

He's so beautiful, it hurts. My eyes drop to his lips and… and I miss kissing him so much.

But I shouldn't.

Not unless I want to get hurt over and over again.

Not unless I want to keep crying over someone who changed as soon as he made me his and trapped me in a cage I couldn’t fly away from.

So I step back.

He doesn't try to hold on to me. He nods and then takes off his jacket, his shirt and his pants.

I stand there frozen, transfixed, as my eyes land on his big, large, tatted, lightly tanned body. And his cock, which is so heavy and bends to the side. How he's able to carry that monster around without getting tired is a mystery to me.

I feel my mouth water but before I do something stupid, I tear my gaze away from his middle.

He turns his back to me and grabs his cedarwood-scented body wash from the soap dish. Spreads the foam all over his skin.

He glances at me over his shoulder. “You're staring,” he says.

“You've literally taken over my shower.”

“ Our shower,” he says, facing me, taking a step closer to me so that our skin is nearly touching. “Last time I checked, we were husband and wife, and everything that is mine is yours, and everything that is yours is mine.”

His eyes take in my body. Languidly, pausing at my boobs, and then coming back up to my face.

“Oh yeah?” I grab his cock. His eyes light up with a devilish glint. “Last time I checked, this cock belonged to other people.”

“It does not ,” he says. “It's yours and yours only.”

“You're lying.”

He looks down at me. The fire in his eyes growing. I know any second now he's going to turn me around and shove himself in me.

“My cock,” he rumbles. “My mouth. My hands.” He brushes a wet lock from my face. “My heart. All of them belong to you alone.”

Warmth spreads across me that has nothing to do with the water streaming down my body.

Then he roughly grabs my ass and pulls me to his body. The warmth inside me turns into heat.

“Your tits.” He brings a large hand to my left breast and cups it, pinching the nipple slightly, making my breath catch. “Your mouth.” He brings his rough-padded thumb to my lips and slips it through them and I find myself sucking as I pant. “Your pussy.” He moves his hand from my ass cheek, his fingers gliding downward until they settle on my other lips. “Belong to me alone.”

His fingers tease at my entrance. I'm breathing heavily, my legs shaking and his large hand on my pussy is the only thing supporting me right now.

“What about my heart? I breathe when he removes his thumb from my mouth. “You don't own it. Not anymore.”

“Then give me a chance to own it once more,” he says. “Let me take you to dinner.”

He steps away from me, his hands leaving my body. Every inch of my skin protests.

He's watching me, in that way he does. Curiously.

The seconds slip by as we stare at each other.

“Fine,” I say, my voice heavy with lust, grabbing a towel from the rack, “let's go to dinner then.”

I turn away from him, but not before I see him smile a wide, satisfied smile.