Chapter 44
Dax
I don’t trust this woman as far as I can throw her. I look through all the banking apps, and she hasn’t made any purchases today. At least not yet. When I left her deceptive ass, she was in the kitchen, looking angelic while sketching and looking over her business plan.
She also said she found the perfect place on Main Street to open her shop.
It’s a former dress shop that closed eight months ago after the owner had a stroke.
It’s well-maintained and only needs a few repairs.
I kissed her temple and left. I was immediately off balance because her nosy little ass didn’t ask me where I was going or what I was going to do.
She asks that every day, and every day, I have to tell her it’s private. Nosy ass woman. All she did today was smile sweetly and tell me she’ll see me later. After I slipped into the garage, I stood behind the door for five minutes, only to be met with silence.
“King, does Eden ever press you to tell her anything about—”
King cuts me off before I can finish. “No. She knows I can’t talk about it, and she respects that.”
Why can’t my wife give me the same treatment?
“You having marital problems already?” Preacher puts one of his hands on my shoulder. He looks down and shakes his head in disapproval. “How the hell you have problems and King doesn’t?”
“Why the fuck would I have problems?” King seems a bit offended by Preacher’s comment.
“How do you get her to do what you want?” Preacher asks.
“I don’t,” King says. “She’s not a dog. Why would I want her to do what I want?”
“She loves his ass. That’s why.” Preacher shakes his head sadly at me, and I toss a paperclip across the room in disgust.
“Yeah, but she doesn’t respect my boundaries because she loves me.” King grins while he looks around. “And she does love me. She loves me a lot, but she does those things because she trusts me. That’s the key.”
“King is dropping gems,” Preacher says.
I let out a laugh devoid of any joy. “She trusts you until she finds out you blackmailed her father. Remember that little detail?”
King stands so abruptly that his chair falls back. I remain in my seat, unbothered by his tantrum. I’m angry, and I need someone to take it out on.
“Don’t talk about that,” he mutters. “That shit happened years before I met her, and she never needs to know. If Eden finds out, so does Cori. You think she’s pissed at you now?”
He doesn’t say more, but I get it. King did the work, but it was with my approval. If this gets out, my wife will be angry with me, too, because not only does she love Eden, she also loves Eden’s parents.
I can’t catch a fucking break with this woman.
She lies back on the bed with her ass practically hanging off. She spreads her legs, and her beautiful, pink pussy glistens before me. It’s dripping wet, and she bites her bottom lip and throws her head back.
I roughly grab her leg and wrap it around my naked waist. I rub my dick from the top of her pussy, down her clit, and stop at her entrance.
“Fuck me,” she moans, and since I’m a man who always gives his wife what she wants, I thrust all the way inside of her.
“Oh, fuck, yeah.” I take her rough and hard. My dick goes as deep as it can, and she greedily takes every last inch of me. Her pussy clenches around me, but I stop fucking her.
“I’m not ready for you to come yet.”
“I’m ready.”
I slide my free hand around and slap her bare thigh. “Be patient. Don’t I always give you exactly what you want?”
Whatever smart response gets cut off when I pull almost all the way out and slam into her again. I fuck her into oblivion. I fuck her so hard she puts a pillow over her face to drown out her screams. I snatch it and throw it on the floor.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head. My wife screams out my name and convulses at the same moment that I come inside of her.
I stay inside until I soften and slide out. She moves to her side of the bed, and I climb in beside her. Like always, she cuddles up to my side, but I pull her on top of me and silence her with a deep kiss.
She tastes of the champagne we had in the kitchen earlier. She wanted to celebrate her new sketches and the possible shop she wants to rent for her business.
She’ll never rent that place. I’m going to buy it and present the deed to her as a gift.
My hand slides down her sweaty back until I cup her luscious ass. She kisses the side of my neck and runs her tongue along my hot skin until her lips land on mine again.
I relax underneath her. There’s no way she can fake this. She wants me. Not only that, the pull we’ve always had grows stronger every day.
I came upstairs today and found her naked, sitting on the bed with her legs spread wide. I stuck my head between her legs and ate her pussy until she came on my face. After she caught her breath, I fucked her again.
“I need a shower. You want to join me?” Cori flicks my nipple with her tongue, and my dick hardens again, but I know she must be sore.
“You go. I like to sleep with your juices on my dick.” I plant a loud kiss on her neck, and I manage to swat her ass after she gets off the bed. I watch as it jiggles all the way to the bathroom.
I lean back, satisfied that things are progressing as they should. While a man can fuck without an emotional connection, women can’t, at least according to my mother, who has never lied to me a day in her life.
Cori’s phone buzzes on her nightstand and lights up like a Christmas tree. I ignore it, but it keeps buzzing. I take it to mute it, but a text catches my attention.
Selene: Pick me up at 9 tomorrow
Selene: I found the perfect one
Another text comes through. It’s a link.
I drop the phone and tiptoe to the bathroom door.
The shower comes on, and I wait a few more seconds before opening the door and peeking inside.
Once I confirm Cori’s in the shower, I return to the phone and punch in her code.
It took me over a week of watching her to find out what it was.
The phone opens, and I click on the link. It takes me to a luxury SUV that costs nearly six figures.
Selene: They have it.
She follows up with a GIF of someone driving like a maniac. Understanding starts to dawn. I guess a fucking house isn’t enough for this opportunist. She needs a car, too.
Selene: Well?
I scroll up, read through their old texts, and find some from several weeks ago.
Me: I have him eating out of the palm of my hand
Selene: Remember the plan. Don’t deviate. Get him to fall in love with you and dump him. It’s simple. And it’s what he deserves.
Eden: It’s a bad idea.
My heart drops, but I still hold on to hope that Cori will refute Selene’s words.
Me: Duh. It’s working. Trust me. He can’t get enough.
Eden: Cori, don’t.
Me: He needs to be punished
Not wanting or needing to read anymore, I toss the phone on the bed and climb in while I think of my next move.
It all makes sense now. The text exchange hurts, and I want to confront her, but I won’t.
I need to plan it better. I have to show my wife she’ll never get the better of me, and she’s not going anywhere.
She comes out a few minutes later, wrapped in a plush towel. She sits on the bed and hands me a bottle of expensive lotion. Like the devoted husband I am, I kiss her bare shoulder before I moisturize her entire body.
She strolls into the kitchen thirty minutes past eight, dressed in tight black pants that hug her curves perfectly and a top of the same color.
The outfit is complete with expensive black stiletto boots.
She looks like she just stepped out of a magazine, and like a fucking idiot, my heart flutters at the sight of her.
She smiles at me before cupping my cheeks, getting on her toes, and kissing me.
This has become our morning routine. We kiss. I hand her a homemade latte before we decide on what to eat for breakfast.
“Omelet, Bella? Or would you prefer some shrimp and grits? I know how much you love that.”
She gives me a genuine smile of appreciation, but she shakes her head.
“You can make that for me this weekend. I have a meeting.” She looks at her watch. “I’m running late. It’s about the shop.” Little liar. The shop is off the table. I made sure of it. There’s no meeting.
“You want me to come with you? I want to look around the place first. I know a thing or two about opening a business.”
“Oh.” She runs a hand over her head and takes a deep breath.
I know her well enough to know that she’s giving herself a minute to come up with her next lie.
“I’d love that.” I wait to hear what bullshit will spill out of her lips next.
She walks to me and puts her hand on my chest. “But I want to do this first part on my own, and then you can come. I’m just touring it today so I can make a list of questions for the realtor.
You can look over my questions and even add your own.
” She pats my chest, but she won’t meet my eyes.
“It’s important to me. This is my dream, and I want to be the one to bring it to life. ”
I bend down and kiss her lips softly.
“Of course, sweetheart. I understand, but whenever you need me, I’ll be there.” I get close to her ear before I whisper, “Your husband isn’t going anywhere.” She shivers, and I’m not sure if that’s from my close contact or if she senses my deeper meaning. I pull her closer.
“The only thing better than last night was this morning.” I swallow her response with a deep kiss. I run my hand down her back and grab her ass. “I’ll miss you.”
She looks up and smiles into my eyes, and for a moment, I believe everything. I believe this is real and that she wants me as much as I want her. I believe she’s doing everything she can to make this marriage work.
“I’ll miss you, too.” She holds my stare, and I try to read her.
“Don’t go. Stay with me, and we’ll go look at the place tomorrow.” I put her hand on my heart. I see the diamond bracelet again, but I don’t comment on it. “Spend the day with me.”
She opens her mouth. “I,” she whispers, but no more words come out. Our eyes lock, and I stare into hers as if they are the entryway into her thoughts.
“You, what, baby?” I whisper after a long pause.
She licks her plump lips. If she confesses and asks for forgiveness, I’ll forgive and forget it all.
“Tell me,” I whisper.
Our eyes remain locked, and I see her unwavering. For a second, I’m hopeful, then her phone rings. Our stare breaks, and so does the moment.