My expensive, lace-edged bra was flung over a chair and the matching panties lay on the floor near the door. Glad that I had long hair to hide my expression, I let it fall around my face as I picked up my panties and pulled them on. I was a horrible person, lusting after one man while fucking another. Especially since I thought I was fucking the man of my future children.
“Tell me,” he snarled. “What’s going on? What have you been doing behind my back?”
I contemplated just telling him the truth, be honest with him about my feelings. When I didn’t answer fast enough, he snapped, “Look at me when I talk to you.” He took my arm and backed me against the door. “Look me in the eyes and tell me that nothing is going on. And remember, I’ll know if you’re lying.”
Still holding my arm and pinning me to the door, I glanced down at the hand digging into me. This wasn’t the time to explain anything. He was too ramped up and he wouldn’t even hear what I had to say. “Let go of me. You’re hurting me.” I demanded.
His eyes were dark with anger. “Tell me. You’ve been flirting with someone else, haven’t you? Were you getting all turned on when you talked to him? Did he make you wet while you threw yourself at him in public?”
“No! What the… no...”
“Don’t lie to me.” His voice was louder now and angrier. “I went to the sandwich shop, Lauren. Right after you were there. I wondered why you were gone so long and went looking for you. The girl behind the counter told me all about it, how you were talking to some guy. She said you looked like you were having a really good time, talking to him. Laughing. Flirting.”
My eyes widened. I couldn’t breathe. I could barely get the words out. “I literally bumped into an old friend…”
“I bet you were even thinking of him just now. Something wasn’t right when we made love. I can tell. You’re lying to me. You’re fucking hiding something from me.”
Chips face was so close I could feel his breath on my skin as he spoke. “I know you didn’t orgasm and I can always make you come, even if you don’t want to.” His free hand trailed down my stomach and he flicked his finger over my clit. He pressed hard through the fabric, painfully so.
“No! There’s no one. I wasn’t doing anything wrong. Jesus, Chip…”
“Does he have a large cock like mine to satisfy you? You’re a dirty girl, Lauren, if you’re thinking of any other man but me. Do you want me to tell your father, the good doctor, that you’re nothing but a nasty little cheat? He already knows you’re a little slut, it probably won’t surprise him. But what about everyone else? All the other upstanding citizens in this town? How would that make you look?”
My eyes grew wider and all I could think about was the shooting pain as he squeezed. “Let go of me. Stop this. You’re hurting me.”
“You’d look like a whore!” He continued, screaming now and let go of my arm. But it wasn’t to release me I realized. He balled it into a tight fist and drove it into the thin wood of the door, punching a hole right beside my head.
I shrieked as I jumped and covered my face with my hands.
“Stop. Please stop.”
“You’re mine, Lauren. Just remember that.” He said in a low voice and turned, walking away from me.
I let out my breath and rubbed my sore arm. “You’re crazy; you’re out of control.” I couldn’t believe it, yet why was I surprised? He’d turned into a brute lately and I knew a part of it was my fault. I should’ve been more interested in our lovemaking. I shouldn’t be dreaming about Aedyn, wondering about all the “what if’s” that had me so distracted.
Watching him pace the room, I felt a fresh wave of guilt. It was my fault, he had a right to be upset. I was thinking about another man, of course he’d felt my withdrawal. This was just Chip’s macho man way of showing how threatened he felt. In a strange way, it showed how much he didn’t want to lose me, I justified for him. I just wish he’d say it instead of punching the door for emphasis.
What was I supposed to do now?
Chip snatched a clean pair of underwear from his bureau drawer and put them on. When he turned around to look at me, the expression on his face had softened. He walked over to me as I was slipping the strap of my bra onto my shoulder. I was shaken by his outburst, but he looked calmer now.
Chip took me, gently this time, by my arms and looked into my eyes. “I’m sorry, Lauren. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
He looked sincere, but knew I couldn’t let him off the hook this easily. “Well, you did. I need you to promise never to do that again. That hole could have been my face.”