Chapter 2 #2
My tongue swiped over my lips as I raked her with my eyes.
Over the years Xylina’s body had developed more.
Her waist was still thin, but her hips and thighs had spread.
Nothing over the top but it did give her more of a curvy figure.
Two years after we got married, she ended up getting breast implants, unhappy with the size of her chest before.
While I never thought anything was wrong with her size, I didn’t fight her on it.
Her new size fit her frame and wasn’t anything drastic.
They sat up perfectly too, which often caused her to go braless like right now.
Her nipples stood at attention through the thin material.
“I’ve been calling you all day,” she complained, causing my eyes to go back to her face.
“I’m sure if it was important you would have left a message,” I answered, kneeling to remove my loafers.
Things with Xylina were tricky. While I tried not to be a total asshole to her, I wasn’t the most welcoming either.
It was hard to accept someone who forced the type of situation her and her dad had on me.
We mostly lived like roommates, and with the house being as big as it was, it was easy to keep distance between us.
“I ordered food from The Silver Side and that red velvet cheesecake you like from The Cake Boutique. I thought we could have dinner together for once.”
“I already ate.”
Brushing past her, I started for one side of the double staircase. I wanted to change then go down to the sauna.
“Dessert, then. I’m sure you didn’t have that yet.” When I didn’t reply, she smacked her lips behind me. “I even went and got my hair done and bought this lingerie set for you. Don’t you think I look good?”
Pausing at the bottom of the steps, I looked over my shoulder at her.
It was true, today her hair was a dark brown, with blond and light brown streaks in it.
This wasn’t anything new. Xylina changed her hairstyle often.
This style, however, complemented her deep brown skin perfectly.
She currently had it pulled into a high ponytail.
I chuckled. “Don’t act like you did this for me.”
Again, she pouted, poking her plump bottom lip out and padding toward me. “C’mon, hubby, don’t be like that.” Lifting her hand, she brushed it over my arm. “It’s been five years; it’s time to move on.”
My mouth turned upside down. I shook her hand off me then turned to face her. “If you mean wasting the past five years of my life because of some bullshit I never wanted?”
She rolled her eyes and smirked. “It only seems like bullshit because you’re always so uptight.” Xylina took a step closer. Her hand went to my groin and she cuffed the visible bulge through my slacks. “I’m your wife, it’s my job to help you relax.”
My dick stirred under her touch. While I might’ve resented my wife, I couldn’t deny she was attractive and screamed sex appeal.
Over the years we’d had sex a couple times too.
I tried to hold out, but the first year into our marriage while I was getting Blue Shield up and running, there were a few snags in the road and Xylina called herself helping me release some tension.
I licked my lips and lowered my eyes. The smile on her face grew.
She started rubbing her hand back and forth, stepping further into me, pressing her breasts against my chest. “I’m not your enemy, hubby, why don’t you get that?
” Her head cocked to the side as she bit into her bottom lip and batted her long, false lashes.
Her offer was tempting, but what Xylina didn’t realize was that I wasn’t easily influenced by my dick.
She constantly thought throwing herself at me would change things with us, but pussy didn’t move me.
In my early years, I might have taken the bait, but at thirty-four, it wasn’t something that moved me.
“I’m good.” I stepped back, causing her hand to fall. “We only have five more months left and then this sham of a marriage will be over. Let’s not make things more complicated when the finish line is so close.”
I turned for the stairs. “Wait!” Her voice was panicked. She grabbed me again. “Can you honestly say in these five years you have no feelings for me? Would it kill you to treat me like a husband should treat his wife?” Fire now burned in her eyes as she peered up at me.
“What do I enjoy doing in my spare time?” I questioned, not bothering to turn back to face her. “What’s my favorite color? When’s my birthday? Hell, do you even know what I’m allergic to?” Silence met me. “Were you even aware that I recently won an award?”
Huffing a laugh out, I shook my head and her hand off me.
“Don’t act like some victim when you never even took the time to learn simple things about your husband this whole time we’ve been married.
Only being able to offer sex is something that impresses little ass boys, Xylina.
You might have aged over the years, but in reality you’re still that spoiled, self-centered nineteen-year-old I met five years ago. ”
Not bothering to wait for her response, I started up the steps. “Oh and I hate red velvet by the way.”
There was a lot more I could say but I didn’t see the point. Xylina was who she was and there was no changing that. All I could do was get through these next few months, and when the terms of our contract expired, we could dissolve this marriage and go our separate ways.