“Um...I just didn’t want to do it like this,” I said sadly as I twiddled my fingers.
“Just say it, Lex.”
“After Christmas, I’m going to get Bernie to prepare an Application for Divorce.” I looked at him hesitantly but he didn’t flinch. “Once the application is complete, the process is fairly straight forward, and a hearing date will be set. You don’t have to attend the hearing if you don’t want to.”
“No, it’s alright, I’ll attend. Just let me know what you need,” he said calmly.
His placid demeanour kind of threw me off a little. I’d half expected him to fly off the handle with anger then compose himself shortly after and apologise like he normally would. But he didn’t, he just casually accepted my information.
A confused smile started to creep across my face, forcing one on his. “Lex, I think you said to me a while back... ‘It is what it is’.”
I nodded. “Yeah, I did.”
“Well, you were right. It is what it is. I lost you and you lost me. We can’t change that, nor should we try. You are happy now, I can see that. And I’m becoming happy, too. Hopefully not before long you will also see that.”
“I can see that already, you know.”
“I’m getting there, Lex.”
“Good, Rick, because despite the past year, I want you to be happy.” I stepped up to the door jam and wrapped my arms around him. “Thank you.”
He hugged me back and the hug cemented that we held nothing more than mutual respect for each other and a love that held no romance, just a deep friendship. It was nice.
When I got back into the car, Bryce reversed the Lexus out of the driveway. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, I just asked Rick for a divorce.”
He turned his head to me and paused, mid-reverse. “Are you sure he understood that?”
I laughed. “Yes, he has moved on, and so have I. I just want to make it official.”
He continued to drive and asked casually, “So, when will it be official?”
“Shortly after Christmas.”
The smile that plastered his face gave me butterflies.
***
We arrived at City Towers and found that Bryce’s keycard would not activate the private elevator.
“Fucking stupid piece of shit,” he said as he typed in his security code.
“You’re pretty hot when you’re angry,” I declared, as I watched him frustratingly push a numerical sequence. “Here try mine.” I handed him my card. It didn’t work either.
“Fuck!”
“Maybe you should just get a key like the rest of the world,” I teasingly taunted him.
He lifted his head to meet my gaze then turned in my direction.
Automatically, I detected his carnivorous need, it rolling off of him in sexually charged waves, causing me to back up until my arse was pressed against the railing of the elevator cart. He strode toward me, then stopped and pressed his delectable frame against my chest. I took in a sharp, suspense-filled breath as he placed his hands on the wall on either side of my face, our eyes desperately searing one another’s.
My tongue gently moistened my lips then my teeth grated against them, knowing that I would soon be tasting him. He growled harshly as he pushed his palm into a panel and reached for the elevator phone, all the while keeping his hungry stare on me.
“Sam, my private elevator has malfunctioned, have Dale look into it please. Thank you.” He hung up the phone.
“So, are we stuck here...together...for a while?” I asked innocently.
“Yes,” he replied as his dropped his gaze down to my chest, my chest automatically rising toward his stare.
“What are we going to do, Mr. Clark?” I purred, as I placed my hand over his groin, feeling his hard, thick erection.
His eyes closed momentarily then shot open as I squeezed mildly. “I’m going to fuck you, Hunny. I’m going to show you how much I adore you. I’m going to show you just how much I appreciate you being in my life. Then, I’m going to cement that you will never leave it. Ever!”
“Mmmm,” I hummed, enjoying his possessive words while trailing my hands up his chest across his white t-shirt and up to his neck. He dragged my dress up to my stomach and hauled me into his arms where I eagerly wrapped my legs around his waist, enjoying the fact I could now easily do that again.
He gripped my arse and thrust his tongue deep into my mouth, deliciously tasting all I had to offer him. His passion and ownership of me ignited a hungry need, driving me to desperation, a desperation that had me biting down on his plump lip, pulling it away from his face before letting it go again.
He growled and carried me into the basement garage, my flip flops falling off in the process. “Tell me where you want it, or I’ll fuck you right here like this,” he mumbled around my tongue.