Chapter 36 Declan
DECLAN
Iknew Zahra’s determination was boundless, but I didn’t expect to only see her for a few minutes over the past three days despite living in the same house.
If it wasn’t for me bringing her meals and making sure she was drinking enough water, I likely wouldn’t have seen her at all.
The only good news is that Zahra was right—my uncle hadn’t had time to wipe his phone as he frantically packed up his life and fucked off to who knows where.
The terminology and mechanics of what Zahra is doing are way beyond me, but from what I gathered, she was able to see that his phone was filled with various folders, notes, and text messages.
The only problem is that everything on his phone is protected by a strong encryption that even Zahra is unfamiliar with.
Which means one wrong attempt at cracking the code of my uncle’s phone will likely trigger a series of protections that would delete everything we’ve been trying to get access to.
Zahra has spent the past few days trying to identify any signatures from other hackers she’d encountered in the past, with the hopes that it would clue her into weaknesses. She hasn’t had any success yet.
Just like I haven’t had much success in convincing her not to stay up super late every night. Instead I always stopped by her office, wished her goodnight, and relished in the small moment she would set down her computer and smile up at me.
While I enjoy that Zahra has been accepting my help and letting me take care of her, the fact that I've only seen small glimpses of her the past few days is driving me crazy.
Especially given the last time we talked, we were mere moments away from letting go of all our inhibitions and giving into our desires.
And after months of push and pull between us, I'm not sure how much longer I can remain patient before I snap and beg her to let me have my way.
Because if it comes down to it, I will get on my knees and beg.
Beg for her to let me in. Beg for her to let me taste her.
Beg her to treat the union between us as a real marriage, because as far as I'm concerned it is.
Dragging my feet, I head to my bedroom and glare at the cold, empty bed that should be filled with Zahra's warmth.
Every night that we've lived together, I've found myself having to ignore the devilish voice inside my head that yells at me to grab my wife and have her sleep beside me.
Taking off my clothes, leaving only my boxers, I climb into bed and groan, knowing tonight will end the same as any other. With me sleeping alone.
I startle awake at the loud whooshing sound of the wind outside, as it causes a large tree branch to slam against my window.
New England winters are notorious for being long and brutal and this year is no different.
Still, I can't recall the last time I'd actually been woken up by some of the chaos outside.
Perfect. I've always struggled to fall asleep once woken, so I have no doubts tonight will be long.
I flop back in fourth in my bed, trying—and failing—to find a spot that's so comfortable it will magically put me back to sleep. Fucking perfect. I’m barely sleeping as it is with the entire world imploding around me. This is the last thing I need.
I’m not typically one to self-medicate with alcohol, but at this rate, I’ll try anything if it helps me get back to sleep.
Standing outside my office, I begin to type in the password on the keypad so I can enter, when I realize the doors are already unlocked.
My guard goes up in an instant and my hand instinctively goes to the gun that I tucked away in the back of my boxers when I left my room.
My mother used to always say my father was being paranoid when he refused to be anywhere, including his own bedroom, without at least some protection, but I always thought it was smart.
You never know who will come for you. Or when.
Best to have your guards up at all times.
Using the barrel of my gun to push the door open, I step inside my office.
From what I can see, everything is still in place, and for a moment, I swear I hear my mother's voice now calling me paranoid.
And maybe I am. Maybe I had forgotten to lock my office door.
That would be an uncharacteristic move, but I can't say I've been acting much like myself lately, regardless.
Still, something feels off, so I head straight for my computer, logging on to the livestream of security cameras around the perimeter of the cottage house. All of our staff are in place and ready for anything, easing some of the tension in my stomach.
Shifting my attention to the various cameras inside the house, I flip through the different rooms. My eyes start to feel heavy and I'm about to call it quits until I land on the final livestream footage. One that gives me a full view of Zahra's bedroom.
My throat dries and any hope I have of talking myself out of looking away and giving her some privacy goes out the window as I'm graced with a sight that makes my cock turn rock solid.
Zahra's laying in the center of her bed in nothing but a silk robe parted down the middle. But that’s not all.
My sweet wife's legs are spread wide open as she works her glistening pussy with a vibrator, taking turns sliding it inside and toying with her clit.
Before I can even think twice, I move the mouse to the audio and turn it up as loud as it will go. In an instant, her hot pants and moans fill the room, and I feel like precum leaking out of my dick.
"Yes, yes. Just like that. Fuck me just like that," she moans and a hot wave of jealousy comes over me. Who the fuck is she thinking about while getting herself off? She better pray I never find out because if I do, I'll kill them with my bare hands.
"Declan," she moans, and time stands still. I'm convinced I imagined the whole thing as I watch her increase the intensity of her vibrator and draw torturous circles on her clit when she pants, "Declan, please. Let me come. I need to come. I need you."
I need you. The words I'd been so desperate to hear from her lips. The words that confirmed everything I know deep down—she is mine. And now I get to show her exactly how well I take care of what is mine.
Pacing down the hall, I head straight for her room, knowing that nothing and no one can stop me from what I've set my mind on. Tonight will end with me feeling her slick cunt squeeze every last drop of my come from my cock while she begs for more, and I give it to her.
My hand wraps around her doorknob, and an instant later, I'm met with Zahra's wide eyes and panting breath. I pause in the middle of the doorway, waiting for her to freeze in shock or yell at me to leave.
Instead, she spreads her legs wider and moans, "What took you so long?"