Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Dimos
I’m already sitting down in the restaurant, completely uninterested in being here and ready to get home to Carley by the time Emma arrives.
I’m not doing her any favors by waiting out front for her like a gentleman, either.
I want to make it perfectly clear to her where I stand.
The waiter is already pissed because I told him we only needed one menu since I won’t be eating.
“Here you are, madame.”
I look up from my phone to find a pristinely dressed, narrow-eyed, pucker-lipped Emma standing next to the chair across from me, waiting for someone to pull it out for her to sit in.
It won’t fucking be me.
The host, having already left, leaves her standing alone amongst a sea of occupied tables. When she realizes I’m not getting up to greet her, she shoots daggers at me as she pulls her own chair out.
I lean back in my chair, trying to put as much space between us as possible while also making myself appear unaffected and indifferent.
“Dimi,” she starts, and I already have to keep my eye from twitching. “I thought we agreed you were going to pick me up.”
“You were picked up, but that doesn’t mean I needed to be in the car with you. We’re at dinner, now what the fuck do you want?”
“Everything is business with you, D. Always has been, always will be.”
“Yeah, and my time is precious, so start talking, or I’m leaving. You have ten minutes.”
“Fine,” she clears her throat. “You know it’s not easy for me to admit I was wrong, or to grovel—which I’m not doing. But I’ve been thinking about our marriage for a while and where we went wrong.”
Unbelievable. She’s deranged if she thinks I believe she feels as though she was wrong.
“You mean you’re finally ready to admit you’re a controlling, narcissistic bitch?”
Damn that felt good.
“No,” she deadpans.
“What then?”
“It’s just that I had so many hopes and dreams for us, but you were always caught up in your work. You never made me a priority.”
Her comments rile me up to the point where my blood starts to boil.
For years, I stood by her side while she chaired this committee and organized that charity banquet.
I tried to be with her. There was a brief period of time when I remember feeling for Emma a fraction of what I now feel for Carley.
But every time I would disagree with her, she would lash out at me.
She would tell me I’m an idiot, tell me I know nothing, that I embarrass her in front of her friends.
Her fake friends. I don’t think any one of them genuinely liked the other.
“I’m not dignifying that with a response.
You and I both know that’s not true. You killed our marriage, Emma.
Let’s not pretend you didn’t. You take and take and take from everyone until there’s nothing left for them to give you, then you toss them aside.
Is that what happened with Gary? Did you bleed him dry already? ”
I’ve shocked her. Never in the course of our marriage did I speak to her this way. I don’t miss a glimmer of something flash in her eye when I mention Gary.
“No, that’s not it.” Suddenly, I realize why she’s here. “He left you, didn’t he?”
The look on her face is priceless. She’s pissed I was able to figure out why she’s here, and especially as quickly as I did.
“That’s it, isn’t it? And now you’ve come crawling back because, what?
You need money? As if I don’t give you enough every month in the disgusting amount of court-ordered alimony you were granted.
No … You’re trying to make people believe you left him.
That it was your decision, and you were gracious enough to let me back into your life? ”
Her affronted look brings me more satisfaction than I ever thought I would feel upon seeing her again.
“You’re not capable of love, Emma. It took me a little while to understand that. Now that I have, I realize very little of what happened during our marriage was my fault. Unlike that bullshit you just tried to feed me, I have the ability to admit when I’ve wronged someone and actually mean it.”
“Don’t try to tell me how I feel.”
I wait for her to continue, but she seems to have lost some of the gumption she had when she arrived.
“I—don’t presume to think you still know who I am. It’s been over a year since I left you. An entire year is a lot of time for … for …”
Nothing she says is going to make me believe she’s different. That she’s changed in just a year’s time. That she’s not the same exact cold-hearted bitch she was when she left. Even if she has, that ship has sailed. Carley is my life now. My anchor. I used to think it was Emma, but boy was wrong.
Carley keeps me grounded, whereas Emma was trying to drown me.
“You can’t even pretend to be sorry. A narcissist can’t admit when they’re at fault because they truly don’t believe they have any.”
“Stop that,” she reprimands, catching the attention of the people at the table next to us. “You’re causing a scene.”
“You’re exactly the same miserable, insufferable, cunt you’ve always been. You’ll never change because you don’t want to. And for the first time, being around you doesn’t make me feel sorry for myself. It makes me feel sorry for you.”
She looks like I slapped her across the face.
“Listen, you’ve already taken up significantly more time than I wanted to sacrifice for you. You want to blackmail me because you’re a petty bitch? Go right ahead. Say whatever you want to say to whoever you think will listen. I know and trust in my truth. Can you say the same?”
With a final piercing glance, I stand up from the table and walk away, leaving Emma and her manipulative games behind.
For good.
* * *
Carley is asleep when I get home. I take a quick shower before crawling into bed next to her. The moment my body relaxes, she curls herself up against me, her ass to my dick.
So much for being relaxed.
My cock stiffens as her ass grazes it through my boxer briefs.
I look around the shadowed room and debate whether to wake her up or not.
Deciding to test the waters, I wrap my arm around her and gently place my hand on her stomach.
I run my fingers over her warm skin, down toward the area where her thighs meet, waiting to make contact with the fabric of her panties so I can slide underneath. But I never do.
Because she isn’t wearing any.
Inching my fingers farther, the heat intensifies as I reach her core.
I dip one finger through her slit and am pleased to find she’s not entirely dry.
A barely audible moan catches in her throat as my fingertip connects with her clit.
Slowly and gently, I move the tip of my finger back and forth, waiting for her reaction.
When she doesn’t wake up or make any more noises, I run my finger through her slit once more.
I’m a little less careful this time around, hoping she will wake up and join me.
My cock twitches as the beginning of another moan sounds.
I run my finger along her slit several more times, gathering additional moisture and circling her clit each time.
Then her hips begin to shift forward and backward.
“Carley,” I whisper in her ear, knowing she may not be able to hear me. “I want to make you come in your sleep. I want you to wake up moaning, writhing, coming all over my fingers.”
Her only answer is increased hip movement. It urges me on.
This time, I dip my fingers inside of her.
Swirling them around, I feel more arousal building, waiting for its turn to slither out between her legs and seep into the cotton sheets.
I hear her breathing increase, and she squeezes her legs together, compressing my fingers inside of her.
I use the added pressure and increase my motions.
This time, a loud, unmistakable moan escapes her lips. Her hips gather more speed, and before long, I’m no longer finger-fucking her pussy. Instead, she’s fucking my fingers of her own accord. As I begin to wonder if she’s awake now, I hear a strangled whisper.
“D…”
She reaches down and clamps her hand around my wrist, as though she’s afraid I’m going to pull out of her.
“Fuck my fingers, Carley. Make yourself come.”
Not missing a beat, she thrusts her hips faster as she guides my hand in and out of her pussy. I know the moment she’s about to come because I feel her inner walls clenching my fingers tight once again. A second later, my hand is coated in warmth as her orgasm bursts out of her.
Slowly, I remove my fingers, and she rolls over onto her back. Now adjusted to the darkness, my eyes catch hers, and I see need gleaming in them. I place my hand between her legs again, but this time she stops me.
“What is it, théa?”
“I … I want …”
“Don’t be afraid to tell me what you need. Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.”
My words give her the confidence she needs. She sits up and pushes me down onto the mattress. It’s then I realize she’s not asking me for something, she’s telling me. Her confidence makes my cock ache.
Removing the pillow from underneath my head, she straddles my chest, and I realize what’s about to happen. Scooting her body forward, she doesn’t stop until her pussy is lined up with my mouth.
“I want to ride your tongue,” she says boldly. “And come in your mouth.”
Licking her slit, I taste the arousal that still clings to her.
She lowers herself down over my tongue, and it slides inside of her.
Rising and falling, she takes what she wants from me.
When she changes direction and her hips begin to buck forward and back, I remove my tongue from her.
My lips cover her clit, and I suck it into my mouth.
Holding her still, I ravage her bundle of nerves until she cries out and succumbs to another orgasm. Drinking all that she gives me, I quickly roll over and pin her to the mattress beneath me.
“Se xreiazomai perissotero apo otidipote allo sti zoi mu, théa.”
I need you like I’ve never needed anything else in all my life.
“Stunning words from an irresistible man,” she answers. “I have no idea what you said, but I think I know you well enough by now to guess. Take me, D. Take me however you want, however you need. All day, every day. I’m yours. And there’s no one else I’d rather be with than you.”
Her words cause my heart—as well as my cock—to swell. Balancing myself on one forearm, I quickly remove my boxers. Then I line my cock up and push inside.
“S’ agapo, théa.”
I love you.