The stubborn little minx really went on a fucking date.
And I know why. It’s because I saw the necklace with the key I gave her.
She kept it.
Wears it.
Right against her heart.
If that doesn’t scream, her heart beats for me, nothing else will. So her going on this date is another attempt to draw the line, to balance the power in her favor, but it’s too late. She should know better than to let another man think he stands a chance.
She thought I wouldn’t find her but she forgot that I maintain her calendar now, where she puts everything. Even her weekend plans. It simply said… Dinner with S. The second I read it, my already thin patience snapped. I’m done with these games.
It’s time to make her mine once and for all. She wants to punish me a little more, she can do so from my goddamn side while sleeping in our bed and living in our house.
Tonight, I’m going to win back my wife.
I slam the door to my car when I arrive at the restaurant and stalk inside. It’s a small place, buzzing with laughs, the clattering of spoons, and the staff rushing between tables when I enter. Since my body and soul are connected to hers, I find her in a second, sitting in the corner in the back. All my laser focus is on my kitten, so when I get closer and catch her swiping away tears, her beautiful face red, my vision blurs.
That S better not be the reason behind those tears.
I twist between tables and cross the distance to theirs before coming to a standstill when I see the old man sitting across from her. Wait, where have I seen him?
And did he make her cry?
“Kitten.”
She jumps at the sound of my voice and her head snaps toward mine. Shock renders her mute for the first few seconds while the old man smiles knowingly. He is awfully happy for someone who has my woman crying across from him. It pisses me off but my priority is her.
“How did you find me?” she blurts out, a hiccup lacing her voice.
I rush to her side and bend to cup her face, worried she’s hurt somewhere. I turn to the man and growl, “Did he hurt you?”
“Shammi? No.”
The name rings a bell and I remember him as our security guard. Her dinner plan was with him. It makes sense. Another fact hits. My fiery Bianca bluffed me into believing she was going on a date. Twice now, I’ve been fooled by her.
Still, my worry doesn’t vanish at her answer. “Then why are you crying?”
“Take her home, boy,” the old man orders me, and I instantly recognize from his posture and the air around him that he was in the army. It’s all in the subtle way he holds himself and the unwavering glare. However, his eyes swim with a warmth my father never possessed.
“Kitten, you wanna go home?”
“Yes.”
I take her hand as I help her up. As she grabs her purse, a look passes between them that I can’t decipher but I let it go. For now. I hate the sadness shadowing her brown eyes. When I keep holding her hand, she doesn’t attempt to pull away and the small gesture fills my heart with so much hope and happiness, I could burst.
I dare to hope she is letting me in.
“Please tell me you’re okay, kitten?” I softly ask, grazing her wet cheek with my knuckle once we sit in my car.
“I am,” she whispers before gracing me with a tentative smile. “It’s time we have a talk, Dash.”
“I’m not leaving you,” I declare. I’ll give her anything but that.
“Okay.”
Again that flicker of hope lights up inside me and with a deep breath, I focus on driving back to the apartment. We arrive twenty minutes later and no words are spoken as the elevator climbs to our floor. I’m still cupping her hand, running my thumb back and forth across the back of it when the elevator pings. The feel of her skin, soothing me while my heart is racing like a damn roller coaster.
“Do you want to come to my apartment?” she offers as we reach her door.
I nod.
My lungs fill with her ocean and divine scent the second I walk inside her apartment for the first time. However, I don’t notice anything else because my eyes are pinned on her. The soft light she left on is playing shadows across her stunning face framed with thick eyelashes. They flutter hypnotically, her eyes fixated on me.
My gaze becomes greedy in the silence as it travels down her body to her tits falling and rising with every breath. The thin purple top, not concealing our chemistry that hasn’t lessened as it burns brighter than ever.
“You’re killing me, kitten,” I roughly mutter, inching closer. “Say something.”
“You really hurt me, Dash.”
“I know.”
I bridge the gap between us with another step, and another, when she doesn’t stop me. This goes on for a while until we are only a lingering breath away. Because I’m insatiable and she doesn’t push me away, I grab the back of her neck and her waist, pulling her flush against me.
I just hold her.
Until our heartbeats become one.
“I thought I knew what love was but in reality, I didn’t truly know. It wasn’t until I fell for you that I truly realized its true meaning. Just how encompassing it is that my world began and ended with you. Just how devastating it was when you shattered it, and yet I couldn’t get you out of my head or stop loving you for even one second. I missed you with every fiber in my being, Dash.”
My heart and willpower breaks all over again. A better man would walk away but I need her too much. There may be a better man for her but no one will love her like I do.
She’s my muse.
My obsession.
My world.
“I can’t take back the things I’ve done, kitten. So let me spend the rest of our lives showing you how sorry I am. I love you so much. You’re my home, kitten. Let me in.”
Her fingers wind their way around my neck and she pulls me down before whispering, “Promise me you’ll never break my heart again.”
My chest expands at the vulnerability in her pupils. “Never again.”
“Promise me I’ll never have to live without you again.”
“You will never get rid of me even when we turn old and gray. You give me another chance and you’re stuck with me for eternity.”
“Promise.”
“I promise.” My lips touch hers. “Does this mean you’ve forgiven me? I need to hear you say it, kitten.”
“I forgive you.”
Three words and they free the black cloud over my head. The weight of the guilt in my soul, lessening almost immediately. I have a lot to make up for before it goes away completely.
Bianca frowns when I separate from her but her eyes widen when I drop to my knees and pull out the ring she left behind. I always carry it with me, waiting for the moment when I make her mine again. Her eyes sheen with more tears as her hand flies to her mouth before her lips split into a loving smile.
Only this woman could make me a ball of nerves.
Emotions clog my throat but I push through.
“Marry me and be my wife one last time, Bianca. No more lies. No more secrets. Just you and me and the babies we’ll have when you’re thirty.” The sweetest sound slips from her lips and I ask her to be mine for forever this time. “Will you be my home, kitten?”
“Yes. I’m yours, Dash,” she cries out, and I slide my ring onto her finger.
I catch her when she throws herself into my arms and I crush my lips against hers, tasting her tears of love and happiness. I devour her mouth while drowning myself in her.
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours.”
“I need you, kitten.” I groan against her mouth and she moans, nodding desperately.
“Fuck me, Dash.”
“Not fuck.” I tuck her hair away and tell her, “I’m going to make love to my fiancée.”
Bending down, I carry her bridal style to the couch nearby. I’m so strung up and dying to sink into her pussy that I can’t wait a second longer. I will love and fuck her on every surface until morning comes. Until our names are the only sound on our lips.
“Just so you know, you’re still going to be my assistant for the foreseeable future.”
I chuckle. “I’m yours to command, kitten.”
My kitten is just as desperate because her hands tear at my clothes, unbuttoning my jeans before she lowers the zipper and wraps me in her fist. I groan when she squeezes and strokes once.
“So greedy, kitten.”
“I need your cock inside me,” she pants, biting her lip and making me come undone. The word cock spilling from her innocent mouth has me thrusting in her hand.
With a growl, I shove her skirt above her waist and push my hand between her thighs. I slide her soaked panties to the side and she rubs the head of my dick along her wet slit.
“Put my cock in that tight hole,” I command.
The moment she aims my cock against her entrance, I thrust inch by slow inch until she writhes and shudders. Grabbing her hands, I raise them above her head and intertwine our fingers, holding her immobile beneath me.
“More. Don’t stop.”
“Never.”
“Yes.”
“Eyes on me, kitten.”
When they lock with mine, I kiss her, and once she falls apart, shouting my name, I spill in her clenching walls and claim her as mine.
This time, forever.
