A moment later, Dean strolled into my bedroom, sporting a small smile. Which was about as much emotion as Dean would ever give off.
I nodded. "How's her friend … Nora is it?"
Dean grinned. "Nora is fucking perfect."
I chuckled and shook my head.
"How's the wife?" Dean nodded, indicating the closed the door.
"Furious, but she won't be for-"
"I won't be what?"
The door opened behind me and I turned around, breathing in the scent of vanilla. Jennifer's gorgeous thick red hair was piled on her head, ringlets falling down to frame her face. My body stirred. What I wouldn't give to have my hands wrapped tightly in her hair, tugging and pulling as I fucked her hard.
I smirked and waited.
Her gaze met mine, flashing with a hint of lust, but was quickly replaced by a scowl.
Ah, she was fighting me. She wouldn't be. For long.
"How was the bath?" I asked, stepping out of her way. I motioned to Dean and he took the hint, leaving us alone to work out our … issues.
"How do you think it was? I have a hangover from fucking hell and I woke up married to some rich asshole," she fumed, holding the bathrobe tightly closed around her.
"I don't see what the problem is besides waking up with a hangover," I said and sat in the black leather chair in the corner of my bedroom.
"What did you do to me last night? Did you rape me? Force me to get married?"
I frowned, my jaw clenching and sat forward. "I don't know what you've heard about me and I may be a dick, but I'm not a fucking rapist. Besides," I sat back and steepled my fingers under my chin, "getting married was your idea."
Her eyes widened, her mouth opening and closing as she slowly sat on the edge of my bed.
My gaze traveled down her body that was covered by the white robe. Seeing her naked moments before did things to me that no woman was ever able to do. One look from her and my cock instantly hardened. This woman knew her way around a man, but she was in for a surprise if she thought I would let her know that. There was no fucking way that she would have that kind of control over me. That's why I agreed to marry her. Of course, a little birdy could have put the idea in her head, but she didn't need to know that either.
"Well, there's only one way to fix this."
I knew what she was going to say before she even said it.
"Give me a divorce."
Yup, there it was. "No."
Watching the handful of emotions flash over her face was a moment I'd never forget.
Shock turned to rage which then in turn morphed into awe. She was impressed. I was sure she had men eating out of the palm of her hand and I bet all of my money that she wasn't used to them calling the shots.
"What do you want with me? Sex? My money? ‘Cause clearly you don't need it. You don't need sex from me either since you probably have women throwing themselves at you," she said, rolling her eyes, as her arms flailed in the air.
I smiled. She was jealous and didn't that just make me fucking hard. "No, I don't need your money, but I will be fucking you … in time."
Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she shook herself.
There was no way that this woman was shy. Ever. But the way she reacted to my words let me know that I was getting to her. This would be very interesting.
I rose from the chair and closed the distance between us.
A small gasp escaped her full lips as she strained her neck to look up at me.
I reached between us and grabbed her wrists, pinning them to her side and watched her eyes dilate.
Her pink tongue peaked out and licked over her bottom lip as her breathing picked up. She wanted my lips on her as much as mine craved the feel of hers once again. The small vein at the side of her neck pulsed as her heartbeat quickened.
Leaning down, I grazed my nose lightly up the side of her neck, inhaling deep before nipping the soft skin just under her ear.
God, she fucking smelled good. I could feel the heat coming off of her small body and as much as I wanted to dive between her legs and bury my cock deep in her pussy, that would have to wait. She needed to know who was in control.
"Mathis," she breathed.
My hold on her wrists tightened, not giving a shit if I left marks. I trailed my mouth along her jaw, alternating between bites and kisses.
Her knees spread, inviting me to step between them and when I didn't, a soft groan of frustration left her lips.
I smiled and nipped her jaw. "As much as I want to rip open your robe and bury my cock in your hot cunt … " I let go of her wrist and grabbed her jaw, squeezing lightly.
Her eyes widened, darkening with anger and desire.
I licked over her bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth. It was pure and utter torture teasing her. "You will beg me, Jennifer."
Her eyes narrowed, hardening with an icy cold glare, but also filling with lust. For me.
"I can smell how much you want me," I said, inhaling her sweet skin. My cock twitched to the point of breaking. Fuck me, this was going to be harder than I thought.
"I don't beg men for anything. They beg me," she said with a false bravado, trying to keep her voice firm and calm, but the shaky undertone proved she was losing control and fast.
God, I fucking loved a woman who submitted to me. "I will break you, Jennifer."
"Promises promises," she said, glaring.
Letting go of her completely, I headed to the bedroom door. "Get dressed." I turned back to her. "And then come out and have breakfast with me."
"I'm not hungry."
Yes she was, just not for food. "It wasn't a request," I snapped and shut the door behind me.
I swallowed a laugh when something heavy hit the door. She was feisty and I loved it. She wasn't like the normal women I went for. Fawning over me. Throwing themselves at my feet, begging me to fuck them. I rolled my eyes. No, this woman, Jennifer, she was it. The one. She wanted a divorce? There was no fucking way. She was stuck with me, whether she liked it or not.
I sat at the large cherry oak table, waiting.
Jennifer came out a half an hour later, dressed in a red summer dress. It hugged her voluptuous curves in all the right spots and I found myself wondering if she wore any panties.
When I saw earlier that her pussy was completely bare, it was like she was meant for me and it took everything in me not to dive between her legs and have her screaming my name, begging for more.
"Sit," I said, indicating the chair beside me.
She stomped up to the table and sat in the chair farthest away from me and huffed, crossing her arms under her full chest.
"Will you please explain last night to me?"
Crossing an ankle over my knee, I took a sip of my coffee before meeting her furious gaze. "What do you want to know?"
She shook her head. "How the fuck did we end up getting married?"
"Well, there was a minister, he said some words and voilà, you are now my wife."
Jennifer slapped her hands on the table. "Listen, asshole-"
"No. You fucking listen to me," I snapped.
She flinched, but stood her ground.
I loved a woman that didn't back down. "You are my wife."
"But I clearly was not fucking coherent to know what was going on. Is that the only way you can get a woman these days, Mathis?" She pouted. "Are we losing our touch?"
My body vibrated. I think I just fell in love with this bitch.
Chapter Five
Run, Just Run.
Jennifer
This whole thing was fucked. I loved him and hated him all at once. I wanted to submit to him and have him please me in ways I knew he could. All night long. But, in the next breath I wanted to run back to the safety of my modest apartment and close the door tight. Or run him over with my SUV.
As I sat at this obnoxiously large table, I thought of ways I could push him away.
"There is something you should know about me, Mathis." I thought it was time we played a round of twenty questions. "My job..." I trailed off, trying to tell my new found husband about the fact that I was a high priced call girl. That I would be fucking other men, not him. I was sure that would go over wonderfully with a man like him.
Hold on a second. When did my life become this? When did it become this fucking confusing? Damn it! That Lifetime movie I have been avoiding all these years is finally coming true.
"Dr. Jeffery's. I know all about the office already."
I rolled my eyes and thought about kicking him in the shin for interrupting me. This man made me see red like no one before. If I was a violent person, I probably would have punched him in the face already.
"No, Mathis. Listen to me." I paused and lifted my head to make eye contact with him across the table. I felt weak and my demeanor changed. For some reason I felt as though I was about to hurt him, even though it was an absolutely foolish thought. "I'm a call girl. I have sex with men like you, for large sums of money four days a week." When I exhaled, I sat and waited, watching a number of emotions run across his face. Mathis wore his heart on his sleeve. He may play the part of a badass, but when we are alone, here in his home, I could see that it was all a facade.