38. LUKE
Chapter 38
LUKE
I take her phone and head to my office. Closing the door, I lean against it, trying to control the mixed emotions my wife stirs in me. She may not know it, but she's very good at shifting my feelings from desire to anger in an instant. First, I need to take care of Osei and Lily, then I’ll get back to dealing with my wife. I’ve missed her so much, and we’re staying in today. She’s not going anywhere. Not today.
Her phone pings with a text from Osei.
Osei: Be ready by 3pm.
When I say my brother is a pain in the ass, I’m understating it. He’s a fucking pain in my entire being. I inhale deeply, exhale, then dial Osei.
“Hi,” he says cheerily.
No need to respond to his greetings. He’s already ruined part of my day, so I might as well return the favor. “Dele tells me you’re planning on introducing her to some guy. On what insane planet did you think it was okay for you to set my wife up on a date with one of your friends?” I state in a controlled voice.
“Dele and her big mouth,” he mutters, his voice low.
“Tell me, why do you think it’s appropriate to introduce her to some guy?” My voice rises. Anger is no longer controlled.
“Listen, she was asking all about you and Lily. I just thought you would be cool with her dating since it sounded like you were back with Lily,” he explains. I feel my temper flaring. “I didn’t think you’d mind. Trey’s a cool guy, and he’s always asking about Dele—”
“Let me stop you right there. I broke up with Lily months ago. We aren’t back together. We work together, so stop telling Dele things you don’t know anything about,” I yell at him.
“Fine, I’m sorry.” If I didn’t know him better, I’d think he was sincere, but his apology is just to appease me. He’s not sorry.
“And don’t you ever play matchmaker for my wife with other men. That’s a line even Mom can’t help you cross.”
“Like I said, I didn’t think you’d mind since you guys have an agreement.”
“I fucking mind! And unless you want me to mess up your friends, you’ll keep them away from my wife. Is that clear?” I shout.
“Crystal,” he says and hangs up on me. I toss my phone on the table, trying to picture this friend of his, Trey.
Dele’s phone rings, and the display shows Osei. I answer the call.
“Dele, what the fuck?! You told Luke about Trey, and now he’s yelling at me.”
“I have her phone, and she’s not going out with you today,” I state.
“She’s not a child. Why do you have her phone?” He sounds upset, which makes me smile.
“I took it from her, so she won’t call you. And now that you’re yelling at her, I think it was a wise decision.”
“Fuck you, Luke. Have Dele call me when she gets her phone back.” He hangs up again.
If I was angry before, I’m laughing now because I’ve managed to upset my brother. I get up, smiling, and head to the kitchen. I hand Dele her phone. She takes it from me without speaking and continues to eat her food.
“You’re not going out today,” I say to her before heading to the fridge to get some food. I turn to see her looking angrily at me.
“And Osei wants you to call him back.” She gets up, places her plate in the sink, and turns to say something to me. I face her, waiting for her to speak, while my eyes roam from her breast to her thigh and back up to her face. Whatever she had planned to say stops. She turns and walks away. I admire her ass, too. A small chuckle escapes me at the thought of my wife trying to be defiant.
She can talk to Osei, but she’s not going out today, and he’s not coming over either. Maybe I need to remind him of that as well. My stomach rumbles for food, and that deserves more attention than Osei right now. I finish eating the scrambled eggs and pancakes Dele had prepared for me.
Lily is next, my subconscious reminds me. I’ve avoided her calls all week, but it’s time I set things straight with her. I can’t afford another moment where Dele turns away from me. I take more bites of my food.
“If I’m not going out, you’re not going out either,” she says. She’s back in the kitchen, trying to stare me down.
“That’s fine with me,” I reply, grinning as she grunts and storms off.
I smile, finish my food, and put the plate in the sink. I want to call Lily. Instead, I find myself heading to find my wife. Lily can wait. She’s on the bed, glued to her phone. I get into bed with her. She refuses to look at me. I smile inwardly—only one of us is going to win this silent battle, and it’s going to be me.
“Dele.”
“Not talking to you,” she retorts, still avoiding me.
I roll her on top of me and quickly toss her phone aside before she can fight me for it. She’s underneath me now. I kiss her. At first, she resists, but soon she softens, letting me in. I take over her mouth and her tongue. It’s all mine. She keeps her legs tight together, but my hands slip under her t-shirt to squeeze her breast. She moans. I pull away from the kiss and rip her shirt off, sliding down her body to undress her completely.
My hands yank her shorts off, and she sits up, raising an eyebrow at me. I raise mine back, my finger slipping inside her, stroking the way I know she likes. She gets wetter with every stroke. She smacks her lips in resistance, eyes closing as she fist the sheets in defiance. A soft, caged moan escapes her as her eyes flip open. I smile, and she smirks back at me. My lips take over her nipple as my fingers keep filling her. She fights, but we’re in a battle of wills. I know it’s taking everything in her to hold off while I enjoy every second of working her. She’s drenched, even as she tries to close her legs.
“Fine, you win!” she blurts out. I laugh.
“If you dare stop, this unit can’t contain both of us.” She challenges.
“With a threat like that, I dare not stop,” I tease, taking her mouth and kissing her neck.
“I can’t promise to be gentle. I’ve been deprived for a week.”
“Luke, it was just five days,” she moans.
“My body counts seven, so it’s seven,” I say, pulling my pants down. She stares at me with a raised brow.
“Did you grow bigger in the last five days?”
I chuckle, massaging my girth as I prepare for her.
“That’s where the extra two days come in. You shouldn’t have starved me,” I tease, spreading her legs as I fill her completely. Her warmth encases me, and I groan.
“I’ve missed you,” I whisper.
“Oh God, Luke, she cries out. I wrap her legs around me before taking a nipple in my mouth and begin to move. Her cries fill the room. I increase my speed as she screams my name more. “Don’t stop … Please don’t stop… I’ve missed you so much,” she cries out, closing her eyes.
“L…u…k…e.” Her voice crescendos as her walls tighten around me.
“Eyes on me, Dele,” I say to her. She opens her eyes to look at me. “That’s it, Ayo mi.” Her mouth opens wide with a loud cry, and she lets it all out. I cum right after, letting it all pour in her. It’s potent enough to impregnate her. I fall on top of her, then roll to the side and pull her close to me.
“I missed you, Dele. Don’t shut me out again.”
“I missed you too,” she says, resting her head on my chest. “I didn’t shut you out. I was busy.”
“Liar, just please don’t do it again. I can’t handle you not speaking to me.”
“Okay.”
We spend more time in bed and laugh about funny ER stories she tells me. We order in and decide to watch a movie. Before the movie starts, I pull her to me.
“I have to tell you something important.” She tries to sit up, but I pull her back and, she rests her head on my chest.
“What is it?” she shakily asks.
“Floppy is dead.” A loud gasp escapes her. “I had Bruce investigate him based on the information you gave me. He didn’t stop his ways, and someone took him out.” I feel her tear on my chest. I pull her into my arms and wipe her tears. “He’s dead and can’t hurt you anymore.” She nods as I hold her close.
“You have no idea how relieved I feel, knowing that monster is dead.” Her voice shakes.
“When you’re up for it, I can show you the pictures.”
“No, I don’t want to see it. I believe you. Seeing his face would just remind me of what he did. Knowing he’s dead, I can be free of the invisible hold he has on me.” I pull her closer and kiss her forehead. “Can you please look into my uncle?” she asks.
“Yeah, I think I can manage that.”
“Thank you, Luke.”
“You’re welcome.”
I keep my arms wrapped around her. It doesn’t take long for my hands to cup her breast. She turns to me with an arched brow. The movie starts to play, but our eyes are only on each other.
“Can’t blame me. I was starved for seven days.”
“Five days, Luke.” She smiles, kissing me.