Lila finished just before six, and instead of starting something new, opted for what was an early night compared to the rest. She didn’t say a word, still mulling in her anger from earlier, and just grabbed her coat and jacket and headed to the door. The moment she was out of sight, I saved my work, putting slips of paper with notes for where to pick up in the morning, and followed.I stalked her ass home, speeding in order to decrease the time it took for me to catch up to her. Seconds after getting out of her car, I pulled into the parking spot next to her.We had shit to talk about, namely what the fuck got into her at the office. She avoided my stare, tried to act like I wasn’t there, and that annoyed the fuck out of me.Once I was within ten feet of her, something in the air changed. We weren’t in the office, bound by rules and watchful eyes.We entered the elevator and pushed the buttons for our floors. She still refused to acknowledge me, even in the mirrored reflect
I stared up at the club where I’d spent many nights trolling for sex and picking up women. The neon of the signage lit up the parking lot.Why did I agree to this?Because what’s ours is in there, with other males.As she should be. Finding someone who isn’t fucked up beyond repair.The beast rattled at the bars, making me close my eyes and crane my neck, pulling at the tight muscles.“Nate, how’s it hanging, man?” Jerome, the bouncer, asked as I stepped up.We shook hands, and I smiled. “Good. How’s your wife doing?”“Aw, man.” He shook his head and circled his arms out in front of him. “About like this. She’s due in six weeks and more than ready for him to come out.”My smile faltered, but I picked it back up, forced it to reach my eyes. “That’s awesome! I didn’t know she was pregnant.”He smiled and shrugged. “Well, you ain’t been around to tell.”I nodded. “It’s been a busy time.”“Well, go on. Lots of hotties in there tonight. Go get you some.”I nodded and wav
Despite her grumbling, I had Lila up, out of the car, and over my shoulder. After the protests began, I ignored her. Though they seemed to stop when she noticed my ass.A growl rumbled through my chest in warning. The drive did not cool me down. In fact, I was unhinged, volatile. I felt a vibration down to my core.Off the elevator, into my condo, and pinned to the fucking wall as my lips crashed to hers.Fuck her.For making me feel things I shouldn’t.For the emotions that heaved inside of me.For the possession my body demanded.“Who is he, this Andrew?” I asked, panting as I dug my fingers into her hips.“Andrew is my ex-boyfriend.”From my calves to my neck, every muscle tensed.The fucker hadn’t just longed for her, he’d had her. She’d been his. It’d been his cock inside her before me. She looked at him with those lust-filled eyes, begged him for more, gave him everything.Fuck that.I barely heard her call my name in the background before I kissed her again.
The push and pull was maddening. Not just with Lila, but within myself. I wanted more of her. I wanted more with her, but that was an impossibility. Logically, we could never be anything more than coworkers. The problem was that logic and the will of my cock were two entirely different forces.Opposite ends playing tug of war while Lila sat next to me, completely oblivious of the battle she created in me. The blame for my mania rested solely on her.Jesus. Every fucking day was a struggle beyond any struggle I’d ever experienced. Instead of day by day getting better, I fell deeper and deeper into a storm, churning and violent, and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on.Lila wasn’t a victim of the storm—she was the storm.And I hated her for it. I hated the emotions, the way my dick got so fucking hard that I couldn’t keep control over my actions.She would be my demise.Guilt crushed me. Every day with Lila was a deeper hole into a dark area that was full of the d
Keeping my dick out of Lila was quickly becoming a complete joke. Between the teasing, I took any excuse and opportunity to get inside her. After shoving my cock down her throat at the office, I was hating us both for my lack of control.I kept a cool disregard toward Lila as we entered our building. It was necessary after what I’d done. Sure, it was after hours, but I’d still lost control at the office again.Though there was no way I regretted having my cock down her throat or the way I came with her nose pressed against my abs. She deserved it for teasing me.As we entered the elevator, I made sure to punch the button for my floor along with Lila’s. When the doors closed, I was left with no moving air and her so close. I could almost feel her looking at me, and when I glanced at her, that wide-eyed, blank expression stared back, only this time with a bit of expectation.I needed to tell her it wasn’t going to happen, that we needed to stop, that I wasn’t going to break a
Lila’s words didn’t sit well. She had developed feelings for me that seemed to grow deeper every day. I didn’t want to think about it, and I wished she’d never said anything.It left me agitated, the anxiety piling upon me a little more every day.Her words spurred on the nightmares that terrorized me. They’d morphed. No longer just of my wife, but many starring her.I didn’t want to put her into harm’s way. That was the whole reason I tried to keep my distance. The problem was that she was just another drug to me, and like all the others, I’d become dependent on her without even knowing it.I was burning through some of my medication faster than normal just to keep my heart from beating out of my fucking chest. The stress, the weight of her declaration, was too much for me to handle. I’d been running and avoiding for years, and suddenly there was a declaration hanging in front of me that could make everything come crumbling down.I tried to keep things lighter, our usual
My anger grew with each step back to my condo. It should have been gone. I fucked Lila in the bathroom, gave her a new pet name of Honeybear, and came all over her face and chest. She was covered in come and I made sure to smear it all over her skin to dry. The smell of come wasn’t strong, but it was distinct.It was the thought of her being there with him and not me. Talking with her, laughing with her. And I knew he was eye fucking her.Would he try to make a move? Try to kiss her? Lila was pretty submissive—would she submit to his advances?Fuck.I almost turned around, returned to the bar so I could drag her out and the fuck away from him. Their familiarity, their history, drove me insane. There was an ease in their relationship that we neither had nor could have.I hated him. Loathed him for returning to her life.Three steps in the door, and my fist was in the drywall when it should have been against skin.I hated him. Hated the fact that I hated some inconsequenti
When Lila slept with me, she was out. A complete and deep sleep that lasted through the night. After our confessions and admissions, things changed.Her sleep wasn’t as smooth. I would wake to her normally still body jerking. Deep dreams that led to restless nights. She never woke, but as I stared down at her, there was no way I could let her continue to sleep.Tears streamed down her cheeks, her arms covering her face against an invisible attacker.“Lila,” I whispered as I shook her. No response. I tried again, the volume of my voice increasing with each attempt.Worry overtook me, my shaking increasing.She shot up, gasping, her eyes unfocused.I’d never seen her like that. The sheer terror, being held captive in a dream I couldn’t wake her from.She ran, stumbling her way to the bathroom, the sound of her heaving echoing around the tile walls.I knew my own reaction to night terrors, and I watched from the doorway. Her small frame shook, trembling so hard it was visi