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Brian

I stay all day away from Inessa. The itch that I feel for this woman is evident, the fire of passion is flaming too high inside me, notably around my dick.

The way I want to get intimate with her is new to me. It shocks me too. This animalistic hunger for a woman is like a new world to me. I never feel this kind of raw desire for Olivia or the prostitute I was with, with them it was straight to business.

Olivia and I were more like fuckbuddy, I don’t think we were ever lovers. What is the definition of lovers? I googled it “A partner in a sexual or romantic relationship outside marriage”. If this is the true meaning, then sure, we were lovers. I mean, we were sexually active. Every time we were together, we banged one another like a psychopath, but there was no romance between us.

We both met in a bar. I was there with some Chinese investors celebrating a deal that I signed five years ago. A small pub a few blocks away from my office is where I met her five years ago. I had my eyes on Olivia from the moment I stepped into the bar. She was alone sitting on the bar stool, a glass of margarita in front of her. She was busy with her phone.

The red dress, blond hair, red lips. She looked like a goddess and blind me instantly. After the Chinese investor left, I approached her.

“Hi.”

“Hello.” She gave me a big smile, as expected, her smile shone brighter in that dark bar.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“I think I have enough for the night.”

“Brian McCoy.”

“Olivia Steves.”

“Do you want to get out of here?”

“Yes. My friend is outside.”

“I was thinking about spending some time with you. Alone, you know.” I whispered.

“That’s noble thinking, but I think you need to find someone else for that.” She smiled and left.

That’s how we first met. A week later again she was in front of my eyes at an auction where she came with one of the friends who happened to be my acquaintances too. We hung out until the program went on, and when I wanted to give her a ride home, she rejected me again.

Thank God, by this time I had her phone number, so the second time we met, we fell on the bed together. It was a birthday party, Samantha’s, if I believe. I was close to Sam’s brother, so he invited me. I was bored and decided to go to this stupid party. Olivia was there. A few laughs, conversation, some glasses of red wine, and we both fucked in the bathroom of the nightclub.

Later again at her house, in her bed, and after that I kept coming back to her, I became addicted to her. I just couldn’t stay away from her.

At first, it was only sex, then slowly we started attending the social gathering together after fucking one another for almost three years. I welcomed her into my world; we were committed to one another when it was sex, we were exclusive. Despite the complicated relationships that I shared with her, only one thing was obvious between us, “we will only sleep with each other.”

As for love and romance, we never talked about those things, we were pretty comfortable with our arrangement. We have never needed to change anything between us, so we stayed that way for five years.

After Olivia started attending parties with me, my friends became her, my world became her, we never lived together. She was only five minutes away from my penthouse. When everyone started assuming we were a couple, we both went with that.

None of us denied it; however, none agreed to that either.

We would laugh at that when we were alone. Whenever we were alone, it was always sex; I don’t think we ever talked to one another or listened to what other people had to say.

I used to visit her apartment after office, and she was naked by the time I knocked on her door, we went into action, and then an hour or two, three later I would walk out of her apartment with a satisfied smile.

That’s how it was, we were. I think our friends knew the arrangement, but I am not sure as no one ever asked me. Maybe some of them guessed it. Who knows? It’s not as I give a damn about their opinion or something.

My mind was in peace, my dick was satisfied.

What else does a man need in their life? Good sex, good food, and good business are enough to keep a man satisfied completely.

I start rubbing my length under the hot shower water, seeing Inessa in that short, tight dress makes me hard as a rod. I almost lose myself when I touched her white creamy skin. I couldn’t help but kiss, suck her bare shoulder. I left a huge mark on her, and I am proud of that red mark on her body.

When I start going fast and hard with my cock, the image of Inessa’s naked body comes into mind. The way she moved, moaned, cried out at our wedding night was a delight for me. My breathing becomes rough as I jerk off, recalling our wedding night. Finally, my seeds fall on the floor and a sigh of relief comes out of my mouth.

I feel a lot more in control now.

When I come to the bedroom with my clothes on, a silent place welcomes me, Inessa is not here. I guess she is downstairs for dinner. My phone chimes out, then at the moment I enter the corridor to look for Inessa, it’s none other than Mia, my therapist.

I miss three of my appointments, one week because of the wedding and this week too as I am here on a honeymoon with my wife.

“Hello, Mia.”

“You missed this week too, Brian.” She is frowning.

This woman is treating the entire Chicago masses, helping them with their mental program when she is the one who clearly needs help. She needs to chill out.

“I am on my honeymoon in Italy with my wife.” I walk as fast as I can to reach downstairs to see my wife. I don’t know why I am in a hurry to find her, but at this moment, glancing at her for a second feels like an important deal to me.

“Oh.” She is a little calm now.

“I will start the session after I come back.”

“Sure.”

“Goodbye, Brian.”

I cut the call as I reach the restaurants; I scan the whole place in urgency. I have planned a special dinner night for us. You can have a romantic dinner together. Women like these things, dine and wine them, it will keep them happy and a man out of trouble. It takes me a few seconds before locating Inessa in the bar talking to a boy who is around her age or a few years older than her.

My blood goes cold, a wave of anger burst inside me just like a guitar string tears into two pieces without any warning, I fist my hand into a small ball when I see she is wearing a cardigan to cover the mark that I gave her half an hour ago.

I walk towards them, place my hand on her waist, and kiss her temple before looking at the man who is talking, smiling in front of Inessa.

“Baby, our table is there,” I tell her.

“Oh.” She is confused with my sudden companionship after ignoring her all day, this sudden change shocks me too. I don’t know what comes to me that I am behaving as if a possessive husband punches me into my good. I am not a possessive person at all. I never felt this emotion before for anyone.

“It was nice meeting you.” she smiles at the man, I hold my hand for her. She gives me a second glance before taking my hand.

I led her to the private room where I planned our date night with the manager of this resort. I reserved this room today after lunch for us to spend some alone time, even when I plan to stay away from her temptation.

We settle down at our table, rose petals are on the floor, romantic music is playing in the background, a soft, intimate vibe is all around the room.

I pop the wine bottle and pour a little in both of our glasses. Inessa stares at me with suspicion, I get it. The entire morning I ignored her as if she is a fire pit that will burn me any time soon. Now I am showing attention and affection to her. Even in my eyes, I look like some sort of sociopath, it will be interesting to hear Mia’s opinion next week in this regard.

“Cheers to our wedding.”

We both raise our glasses and take a sip of our drinks while I am feeling this lie back at our date. Inessa is full of suspicion, she keeps her eyes anywhere but me. I think she is thinking at any moment I am going to kill her without giving any time to her.

Inessa is not looking at me, from time to time she is glancing at me from the corner of her eyes, she is staring at me with suspicion. I feel the debate that she is having inside her head quietly, the storm that she is in right now.

“What are you thinking?” I ask her.

“What happened to you?”

“What do you mean?” I ask her as I take a sip of the fine red wine.

“You are being too touchy. That’s not you.”

“We had sex, girl. Now you are complaining about people touching you?” I frown.

“You avoided me in the morning like a life-threatening disease, also in London.” She points out my lack of attention towards her. “We only had sex on the bed. That’s it. I don’t think you want to do anything further than anything with me. Am I right or am I right?”

“I was busy with work, Inessa.” I sigh.

“Sure.” She wraps her around her midriff.

When the waiter comes with our food, we stay silent for a long time until Inessa opens her mouth again.

“After we return home, my summer vacation will be over, and I will start my semester in college.” She takes a small bite of her lobster.

“I need to visit London again.”

“No wonder. It doesn’t surprise me at all. I am sure your mistress is waiting for you.”

I froze at her statement. This is not the normal talk a newlywed couple has over dinner or any normal couple. We are fighting; I know we are polite and our voice is in check because we are in the public, but this is an argument that we are having, and we are fighting.

I can hear accusation in her voice. I hear my new wife accepts cheating from me. She thinks I will be back in my old life, with the woman I have been before our marriage. She will stay with me.

It hurt me seeing she doesn’t think of me much higher in this regard. I don’t know why she would say this, but I never cheated. I am not like my mother in any case; I vowed not to be one by any means.

Before our wedding, my friends arranged a bachelor party for me at a strip club with some strippers, prostitutes, alcohol. I didn’t even throw a glance at those naked women. Even glancing at them felt as if I was being dishonest with Inessa, so I stayed as low key as I could. I left the place the second I got the chance, and I believe I didn’t regret the bit of my decision. I felt it is important to stay loyal to the person to whom I was about to commit the rest of my life and devotion.

I swear to myself to be a good partner for her; I don’t know anything about marital things. I never witness one. So it’s up to me to create the whole perfect marriage scenario, but the temptation that I feel for my young wife is way more than I have ever felt for any woman in my three and two-year life.

From the moment Inessa walked into that red dress in her living room, she mesmerized me. When she pulled her crying brother into a warm embrace, she knocked on the door of my heart, and when we consummated our marriage, she swallowed me completely. I tried to stay away from her after coming here, so I can make sense of this fatal attraction that I am feeling for her. This is intense, the hunger, the teasing. Because next time I will go to bed with her, there will be no teasing. I will chew her until she spreads all over my blood, and I am in her veins.

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