The Billionaire's Wife(31)
“If only chocolate could fix this.” Joanna hands me the Coke and chocolate bar and goes back to her post at the front desk.
“Want to talk about it?” I shrug.
“That’s the problem, Joanna; I don’t quite know what it is. I appreciate the offer though, you’re sweet to ask.” I raise the can of Coke and bar of chocolate “I appreciate the goodies too; they should tide me over until he gets back.” She offers me a brief smile and we sit in a few minutes of awkward silence before she makes an attempt at small talk.
After an hour of sitting in the lobby making small talk with Joanna, Gideon walks in to the lobby. His expression is one of surprise when he finds me sitting there and I know he’s expecting more than I have to give.
“I needed my house keys” I say in a hushed tone. “They wouldn’t let me up since I’m not on your lease. Joanna here has been very kind keeping me company though.” I give Joanna a smile and turn back to find Gideon crestfallen. I suppose he thought I had returned to him, decided that I could, after all, deal with being the ‘other woman.’ I hated to disappoint him but the truth is that I couldn’t be the other woman; I deserve to be more than the other woman.
“Good,” his voice is strained and he won’t look me in the eye, instead he gestures for me to follow him to the elevator. The ride up to those floor to ceiling windows is painfully silent, Gideon watches his dress shoes the whole way up and I try desperately to think of something to say, something to ease the tension. I come up with nothing.
“I just need to grab my keys and purse and change in to my clothes if that’s okay?” He nods.
“You can keep the dress, I bought it for you.” How do I tell him that I don’t want to keep the dress? I don’t want any reminders of this awfully long night, of what could have been if only I was prepared to accept one little fact – that he was married.
“Thanks” I plan to leave it in the closet when I leave.
Chapter Seventeen
After a full five minutes of trying to figure out how to unzip myself from the dress I give in and call for Gideon to help me. It’s the last thing I want to do but I also don’t want to have to wear this dress back to my cheap shithole of a townhome. I can hear him pouring a drink in the living room, the clinking of ice in his glass and I know that it’s best to hurry up and get home because no good can come from a broken relationship mixed with alcohol.
“Gideon, would you mind helping me please?” I regret asking as soon as I say it but I hear him set down the glass on a counter somewhere and he appears in the doorway. “Can you unzip this dress please? I wouldn’t ask but I can’t reach it myself.” He walks around behind me.
“I told you, it’s yours.” He unzips it slowly; unable to help himself he slides his hands inside the dress, resting his hands on my sides, letting his finger run over the softness of my stomach. I slip the dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor and leave it in a crumpled heap, an appropriate metaphor for what’s left of our relationship. As I do though, I feel Gideon sliding his hands up towards my breasts. I want to stop him, to tell him that I’d meant it when I said it was over. His fingers pinch my nipples carefully between them and he rests his chin on my shoulder. He doesn’t say anything but I can smell the whiskey on his breath as he begins to breathe more heavily. My chest rises and falls as he pinches my nipples to two small pink buds and I can feel my bare pussy getting wet already.
Gideon turns his mouth in to my neck, he buries his face in me and I can almost feel the sorrow on his face. One of his hands slides downwards his fingers coming to rest against my pussy as he pulls me to him and holds me tightly. The way he holds me it feels as though he’s protecting me, keeping me for himself, not wanting to let me go.
“Gideon, please. I should go.” As I say these words he spins me around and presses his lips against mine.
“Please don’t…” He wraps his arms around me, picking me up and instinctively I wrap my legs around his waist. I want to let go, I want to go home but my body won’t let me. My body still aches for him. Stepping forward Gideon presses me against the wall, I wrap my hands behind his neck and reaching down he unzips his pants and lets them fall to the floor in one fluid motion. He buries his head in my neck again but as he does so I feel his cock growing harder, pressing against my opening and he pushes me against the wall. His breath comes fast and soon I find myself balanced on the tip of his cock, crushed between the wall and his hard muscular body. He thrusts deep inside me and my breath comes as a sharp intake as I gasp out loud. He is buried deeper inside me, deeper than he has ever been before and when he finally lifts his head to look at me I see something different in his eyes. This is angry Gideon, this is Gideon who likes to blindfold and tease; this is Gideon who just wants to fuck. His eyes lock on mine, cold and empty and I watch him silently as he fucks me, my body banging against the wall, my pussy getting tighter by the second.