Uncomplicated(13)

My body heated, fury roaring through my belly and the green eyed monster  reared its ugly head. I was about to blow my fucking lid when she  pushed his hand off her knee.

Jude frowned, momentarily stunned by her reaction. He had to be a repeat  client. They had shared something before me. The three of them.  Although the brunette that was with Jude didn't talk at all, that was  fucking weird. The way she kept eyeing up my wife clearly indicated that  they had a girl-on-girl moment.

My skin tingled. I was surprised at myself that it didn't turn me on.  Having a woman or two at the same time was one of my favorite things,  until I met Jennifer. Now she was it. She was enough for me and I hoped  that I was enough for her. Did she need more than one lover to be  satisfied? Well, even if she did, I would make it my fucking life  mission to make sure that I satisfied her. That I was enough for her.

Jude's girl licked her lips, her gaze roaming down my wife's body. God,  she was just as bad as him, if not worse. They both looked like they  wanted to eat her for dinner.

Jennifer stiffened and hugged herself, running her hands up and down her pale arms.

I took that as my queue and walked back to the table. "Love, I think  it's time to call it a night," I said, placing my hand on her shoulder.

She jumped under my touch. "But-"

"Now." I looked at Jude and threw a couple hundred dollar bills on the table. "We'll talk business later, in private."

Jennifer huffed and rose to her feet before storming past me.

"Hell has definitely frozen over when Jenny Sunshine does what a man tells her to."

I ignored the jab from Jude and followed my wife, but not before I noticed her shoulders slump a little lower.

Adrenaline pumped through me. I was in for it and hard. Ready for  anything Jennifer threw at me. She was pissed. Yeah, well, so was I.  Call me a sadistic fuck, but I was looking forward to the angry sex.







"Jenny," I said softly as we stepped into my penthouse.

"I'm going to take a bath," she mumbled and headed in the direction of my on-suite bathroom.

We needed to talk, but I had no idea how to bring the conversation up.  What do I say? That I never wanted her to see her ex-clients again? To  forget that she even had them? I couldn't ask that of her. I wanted to.  Fuck, did I ever want to.

The sound of the door shutting in my bedroom, or our bedroom, reigned out through the apartment.

We hadn't fought until today. As soon as I mentioned the fucking business meeting. It was my fault. All of my fucking fault.

I huffed and pulled at the red satin tie that was around my neck and undid the buttons of my shirt.

My body hummed, craving the touch from a warm, soft body that was now  soaking away, probably stewing over how to rip me a new one.

Once reaching the bathroom, I almost went to knock and thought ‘fuck it.' It was not like I hadn't seen every inch of her.

Opening the door, I braced myself and found my gaze colliding with  Jennifer's. She was lying in the bath surrounded by bubbles. The scent  of lavender flowed into my nostrils, making my body come to life.

Her blue gaze glared daggers, but also heated under my scrutiny.

I chose to ignore her and slowly peeled off my clothing. The sharp  intake of breath made my cock stir. "Need something, love?" I asked,  turning back to her.

She scoffed.

"Spit it out, Jennifer. I know you're fucking dying to say something." I threw my shirt on the floor and unbuttoned my pants.

She rose to her feet and stepped out of the tub, heading toward me.

My gaze traveled over her soaking wet and very naked body.         

     



 

A satisfied smile spread on her face as her nails trailed down my chest. "I enjoy how one look at me and your cock hardens."

I grabbed her hand and pushed her up against the wall.

She gasped.

"What happened tonight?"

She frowned. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"That's a fucking lie and you know it," I said, gripping her jaw.

Jennifer shoved out of my grip and pushed me back. "It's none of your business."

"Like hell it isn't." My body tensed and I grabbed her shoulders, pinning her against the wall. "I'm your fucking husband."

She slapped my hands away. "Not by my choice! What happened with Jude, Lily, and me is over."

"Yeah, well, could have fooled me by the way you were looking at him tonight."

"We have history, yes, but that's it. I didn't know he was your business partner. I didn't know any of this shit," she cried.

"I don't want you seeing him or her again."

"You have no say in that matter."

"Yes I do. If it's money you want, I'll fucking pay you like you so  desperately need." As soon as the words left my lips, I regretted it. My  temper was out of control, and now I would pay.

Her lips pressed into a firm line before she slapped me.

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the air. My cheek stung at  the impact. A hot shiver ran down my spine. "Do that again," I growled.

Her chest rose and fell and she pushed me, punching her hands against my  chest. "You want me to hit you? I'll fucking hit you, asshole! You  don't own me. You don't control me. You-"

I wrapped my fingers around her throat and crashed my lips to hers.

She moaned, opening to me, sucking and pulling at my tongue.

My hands ran down her naked body, lifting her to the bathroom counter.  The adrenaline that had pumped through me earlier now turned into an  onslaught of lust and desire. The anger and jealousy I had felt over  finding out about Jennifer's relationship with my business partner,  crashed into me as I devoured her mouth.

"You piss me off," she said against my mouth.

"Yeah, well, I'm fucking in love with you and it's driving me insane." I  husked and ripped open my fly. "Spread your legs," I demanded.

"You're so fucking bossy," she said, scratching her nails into my back.

A flush of heat washed over my skin. "You love it and you know it." Before she could argue I thrust into her waiting heat.

She whimpered, leaning back against the mirror. "Oh, God."

Not giving her body a chance to get used to my size, I picked up speed,  needing the snug feeling of her body wrapped around me. Needing to come  inside of her and stay there. Forever.





Chapter Thirteen

I Want to Hate You

Jennifer





As his thick cock pumped in and out of me, I wondered why I was letting  this happen. I wanted to feel him deep inside me and I wanted to rip his  balls off, all at the same time. I was finding my mind and body in a  constant battle, solely fueled by Mathis.

I waited until he closed his eyes, enjoying his own pleasure and I took both of my arms and shoved him as hard as I could.

He was completely taken off guard and stumbled backward, crashing against the glass shower doors.

"What the fuck?" he barked at me as I jumped off the counter and made my way back to the bathtub.

It was taking everything in me to walk away. I was so close to my own  release, but it wouldn't be the first time I was let down. I needed to  make a statement. Show him everything wasn't about him and what he  wanted all the damn time!

My hips swayed from side-to-side as I crossed the room, carefully  stepping up the stone steps, and back into the hot water of my bath.

His breathing heaved in the background and I knew he was even more pissed than when I slapped him.

"I'm fuckin' talking to you, Jennifer!" His voice rang through the nearly empty bathroom.

I wanted to ignore him, but I also wanted to make a damn point.

"And I am not answering you right now." I never turned to see his  reaction, but I didn't need to. I heard something slam against the  counter. I could only assume it was his hand.

"You're impossible!" he was still yelling and I was trying to ignore  him, but I knew he was close. I could feel his presence surrounding my  body. He didn't even need to be close and I knew when he was coming for  me. It was completely uncanny to have that type of sense for another  human, which was another reason I wanted to run screaming from this man.

"What do you want from me? You want to act like a fucking child and then  think it is okay to stick your dick in me? I am not yours, Mathis.  Nobody owns me. Not even you. Keep your money..." In between my screams,  I moved out of the water and grabbed at the robe hanging from the towel  rack. "Keep your bathtub and penthouse. Keep your fucking expensive  rings." I removed the wedding band and engagement ring set and threw  them both at him as hard as I could. "I don't want any of it, Mathis! I  don't want you, or this bullshit sham of a marriage."         

     



 

Like that I walked out of the bathroom and started rummaging through my  drawers in the bedroom for something to wear, just until I got back to  the safety of my own tiny ass apartment. Far away from his luxury and  possessiveness.

"Where do you think you are going?" His hand wrapped around my arm.

I turned to face him. My chest was heaving as I was still struggling to catch my breath.

"I am going home. To my home. As far away from you as I can get!" I  pulled a pair of jeans and a T-shirt out of the drawer and stripped out  of the robe, throwing it onto the bed. I lost my balance when his hands  pulled at me from behind.