Page 18 of Stolen Wife
“Well, I don’t like you, so you will have to cope with it.”
I shake my head in amusement. I’m an expert at coping. I’ve had two long years of coping. My thumb rolls over her clit, eliciting a moan from her lips. Step one: get her addicted to my touch. Everything else will hopefully come in time.
“Fine, beautiful. Let me know when you’re done coping, and I’ll help you out.” I pull my fingers out of her slit. She gasps, and I know I won this round. She wanted to come on my fingers so badly.
I step back and walk out of the bathroom with a smile. I can’t fucking do her until I know that she’s clean and not pregnant. I want to dive into her pussy and breed her myself.
Her voice carries as she curses me out. Good. I wipe my hands on a dirty shirt and toss it in the laundry before leaving the room again.
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THE REST OF THE DAYpasses by quickly as I deal with other issues with my business. Selfishly, I personally brought her dinner up, but I didn’t stay to join her. The vision would be too tantalizing. I climb up the stairs to check on Giada. She’s lying in bed watching a movie.
“So good to see you,” she mutters as if she missed me. I think she just misses human contact that isn’t violent.
“Sorry, I had to work. Did you eat your dinner?”
“I did.” Her eyes remain on the TV.
“I hope it was good.”
She turns her upper body and looks at me with her lips twisted. “It’s definitely better than that shit they fed me there, but honestly that’s not saying much.”
I ignore her bad attitude because I just love that she’s talking to me at all after leaving her hanging this morning. “Anything good on?”
“I haven’t seen any television in over six months. It’s nice to just put on something ridiculous to watch.”
I love that bit of honesty. “That I understand more than you know.”
“That’s right. Two years in prison. I thought they got all the luxuries that most average working people didn’t.”
I take a seat on the bench and take off my shoes. “They do, for the most part. However, I wanted out, so I traded my time out of my cell for time working on my company from inside prison and finding out who set me up.”
“Do you know who did it? Never mind. It’s not like you’d tell me.”
She’s so damn wrong about that. My feelings for her grow every damn hour that passes. “If I knew definitively, I would. I can say that I believe it’s someone close to me.”
“Rafael?”
I nod, taking off my tie and setting it down on the chair. “Yes, but he couldn’t pull it off on his own.”
“I can believe it. If it’s terribly cruel, then it’s up his alley.”
“Thank you. How about we get some sleep and then we can talk in the morning?” I finish removing my clothes down to my boxers and tee shirt.
“You’re going to sleep with me?” she gasps, and I’m not sure if it’s a good gasp or a fearful one, so I take the latter and reassure her.
“Just sleep.”
She crosses her arms, pauses, and then asks, “Do you have a girlfriend or a mistress like Rafael?” It’s almost as if she’s offended that I don’t plan on fucking her.
I need to create some emotional distance since we’re going to be physically so close. “No. I’m just a man on a mission. Don’t try to use sex to get me to let you go. I promise it’s not going to work and will piss me off.”
“I’m not the one slipping their fingers in places where they don’t belong. Excuse me.” She hops off the bed and goes to the bathroom.
She closes the door, and then I hear some movement and she comes back. “I have a problem. It’s my time of the month.”
“Shit. Okay. Give me one minute.” I jump out of the bed, slipping my pants back on and rush out of the room with my phone in hand, waking Rita up. When I get to her room, she hands me two square thin little packets for tonight, and she promises to get more in the morning. “Thank you.”