In Love With My Bully-Chapter 38: Fractured Vows

Ten minutes more drive to the house and she hadn’t said a word. She looked expressionless, no emotion visible. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking.

Getting out of the car, she didn’t wait for me or Martin to get the door, she helped herself and headed into the house. I felt defeated, I couldn’t take anything but her silence. She could scream at me, shout at me. I deserved it.

"Give her time sir," Martin said as I headed inside. I nodded, patting him on the back.

"I ordered pizza." She was at the bar with a glass of whiskey in her hand. It was the first time since we moved in together I would see her get a drink from the bar. A beer, now and then but never a stiff drink.

"Okay. Can we talk?" I dropped my briefcase on the sofa and moved towards her.

"Sit..." she ordered pointing a finger at the bar stool.

I did as she said, still trying to read her face.

"Tell me how this will affect your transition to CEO,"

"First I need to know how this affects you."

She sighed, gulped down another glass of whiskey, and looked me straight in the eyes. "What we have is only temporary. You have a child on the way now, you need to think about that. And while we are married, we need to look at the bigger picture as to why we got into this sham of a marriage in the first place. If this gets out, will it affect your position as the new CEO? I..."

"Sham?" I couldn’t help but cut her off. My body tensed and anger replaced the defeated feeling I had earlier. "You call what we have a sham? All those nights together, you think it’s a sham?"

"Not everything has to be romantic, Nita. Sometimes, it can be about scratching an itch." She said to me, quoting the exact words I said to her months ago. "You remember that don’t you? Well, all those nights were about scratching an itch." She slammed her glass on the table and walked away in the direction of her room.

Well, fuck!

*****

(CAUTION: STEAMY SCENE AHEAD)

I heard shuffling around me and I could perceive her sweet fruity scent. We didn’t sleep in the same room, so I initially assumed it was my imagination. I tried to change position and realized I was trapped.

My eyes flew open, taking a few moments to adjust to the dim light in the room. I saw Nita’s frame standing beside the bed. I tried to move again and realized my hands were tied to the bed frame with some kind of silk scarf.

What the fuck! "What are you doing Nita?"

She gave me a sad smile, "Scratching an itch."

"Don’t I need my hands to do that?"

"Not tonight, you don’t."

She got on the bed, kneeling above me. Her hair tickled my abs. She ran her tongue around my chest, slowly, tantalizing.

Then she moved to pull my shorts down to my knees, with a knot tied. My hands were trapped, my legs were trapped. I still had no idea where she was going with this.

"Tell me something, how good was she?" she said but I couldn’t see her face, all I could see was her hair, her breath teasing my now solid erection.

"Nita, don’t..."

"Did she lick you?" she ran her tongue around the tip of me and I jerked.

"Babe, it doesn’t matter. Just untie me..."

"you have to answer my questions," I groaned as she took me in her mouth, she wasn’t exceptional but the warmth of her mouth around me made me groan in frustration.

"Nita... fuck!"

She bobbed her head, in and out, gently sucking and I feared I would lose my shit right then and there. I wanted control so badly, that I pushed into her mouth causing her to gag.

"My God! Nita please, for fuck’s sake!"

"Did you beg her like that?"

"No, no, I swear, no!"

She took off her night dress, her perky boobs staring straight at me, begging for special attention. I licked my lips in anticipation. She spread her thighs and sat on my erection, an ease of entrance so smooth, the ecstasy engulfed my body and I bit down on my lower lip.

When she began moving, I struggled with the bindings around my wrists, at the same time meeting her thrusts. I was almost there but the mad craze to get her there before me was a strong determination to finally get my wrists loose from the shoddily tied bondage. As soon as my hands were free, I flipped her over, our limbs tangling in the sheets, my knee still fucking trapped.

When I looked at my wife, I saw tears she wanted to hide by wiping them with her fingers.

"Nita, I am sorry," and I was. I wished to God I could turn back time. I kissed her with everything I had but she didn’t kiss me back.

"No one can compare to you, nothing compares to when I am inside you because I love you Nita. I have always loved you,"

She shut her eyes in response probably not believing one word I said.

"Fuck me..." was all she whispered and shit, did I. Laying on our sides, I gently positioned myself to give her all the pleasure she could handle, my palm squeezing her breast and finger pinching her nipples.

Her moans came with cries that broke my heart. If I could just turn back time...

*****

Nita’s POV

I have always loved you...

Those words kept replaying in my head over and over again. He said he always loved me, he left me on my wedding night to go be with her. He seized every opportunity to sneak around with her.

He was having a baby with another woman. He didn’t know what love meant. Love is craving only one person’s touch.

Love doesn’t compromise, it doesn’t fill in the gaps. Love is constant, every present. I love Richard, but until he knew what being in love means, I had to remember that our romance was a passing phase.

One day, shortly, we would be exes.

"What are you going to do?" I asked him as he draped his arm around me, running his fingers around my belly.

"I don’t know."

"Do you think she can keep quiet until after the transition?"

"I don’t know."

Uhn... well what did he know? The whole world would finally realize our marriage is just a sham, a smoke screen, a crutch. People would find out that the woman he truly wanted to be with was Gwen. Isn’t that magnificent?

I got up and grabbed my nightdress,

"Don’t leave,"

"I can’t stay."

"Why?" his voice was pleading, sounded hurt but it wasn’t my fault we were in this predicament.

"I don’t know. I do know that I would like to thank you for helping me get through my issues, I don’t think anyone else could have helped me. It had to be you, the one I thought was responsible for said issues...."

"but we need to stay focused on what we set out to do. I signed a contract to that effect. Nothing can get in the way of that"

I finished and left the room. As I shut the door behind me, the tears I thought I was doing well at holding back flowed freely. With every step I took back to my room, my heart was shattering into lots of pieces.

*****

I left the next morning with Martin. He refused to let anyone else drive me as we needed to talk privately.

"I looked into a few things; I wanted to give you updates," he began as he maneuvered the car into the busy street.

"Yeah..."

"You are not being bugged. I swept the entire house and your offices, and I picked up nothing. But I looked into who paid Damon’s bail. It was his sister,"

"His family are well to do?" I asked.

"No. The money arrived in her account through a shell company named Saben. I haven’t been able to trace it but it is an offshore account."

"Saben? I have seen that name somewhere before. I can’t quite remember."

"Take your time. I will keep looking too,"

"I’m sure it will come to me." I looked out the window and thought about the events of yesterday. My life really had become a soap opera. "Martin?"

"Yes ma’am," he glanced at me through the rearview mirror.

"I’m sure you know where Gwen lives. Can we make a quick stop there?"

"Ma’am I don’t think..."

"Martin, do you really think I am so childish that I will go over to my husband’s mistress to pick a fight?"

"No ma’am."

"I just need to protect my husband is all. Take me please,"

He nodded and made a u-turn at the next intersection. It was time I put Gwen in her place. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm