LOGIN“What happened to your face?” I watched him from my position at the vanity and dropped the under eye cream I was applying unceremoniously so that it was the only sound in the room. I could sense that he was going to shut down before he even did. “Nothing.” He shrugged. My eyes followed him as he pulled off his shirt which looked rough, another indication that he was in a fight or squabble. “Who hit you?” I asked instead. Obviously the black eye and bursted lip was an indication that someone did. “Someone disgruntled I know from the past.” He avoided my gaze as he spoke, and chose instead to begin to undress before going straight into the bathroom. I know that I should leave it but somehow the unnecessary secrecy only served to make me even more worried. I swallowed my next words and completed my night routine. It was usually simple; wear my hair in a silk scarf, because it was better for hair health, cleanse my face after brushing my teeth, and then apply my under eye cream, my
Chapter: ELAINE Whatever excitement I had died immediately I saw him. He was standing at the new mini bar where we served mocktails. His suit was off, and his eyes were covered with his Rayban glasses so I couldn’t tell exactly what he was thinking. I sighed and moved towards where he stood. “I’ve been trying to call you,” he declared softly, looking around. I shrugged, “I’ve been busy.” My tone was dismissive so it was no surprise that he didn’t like it. “Are you not going to show your investor around?” He asked with a chuckle to cover up the awkwardness. I rolled my eyes, “are you here as an investor or my husband.” “So you still remember that I’m your husband.” He murmured back and walked away. I followed him until he slid beneath a booth and I took a long whiff of air before sitting opposite him. We stared at each for almost a full minute, nobody saying anything, and he huffed and relaxed in his chair before finally speaking, “why does it take so long to order in your
ELAINE “What does this even mean?” I sat up angrily and tried to tug off the pillow. “You do not get to come home in bruises and decide when to end a conversation with me. I am your wife!” I yelled and he turned around so that we were looking at each other. “I had an altercation with someone old from the past. I shouldn’t have let my emotions get the best of me, but it did. That’s what happened.” He made to turn again from me and I dragged him back. I wasn’t done with this conversation. His nostrils flared in anger and he hauled me over so that I was lying on him half way. “So who is Don’t pick?” We stared at each other for a second and I could tell when the anger in his eyes turned to desire. “Don’t you dare kiss me. Do not dare, try to have sex with me right now!” I tried to get off but he held me by the hand. “Well, instead of fighting about your insecurities we might as well fuck.” My mouth fell open in shock. He was so cruel, unnecessarily so.
“What happened to your face?” I watched him from my position at the vanity and dropped the under eye cream I was applying unceremoniously so that it was the only sound in the room. I could sense that he was going to shut down before he even did. “Nothing.” He shrugged. My eyes followed him as he pulled off his shirt which looked rough, another indication that he was in a fight or squabble. “Who hit you?” I asked instead. Obviously the black eye and bursted lip was an indication that someone did. “Someone disgruntled I know from the past.” He avoided my gaze as he spoke, and chose instead to begin to undress before going straight into the bathroom. I know that I should leave it but somehow the unnecessary secrecy only served to make me even more worried. I swallowed my next words and completed my night routine. It was usually simple; wear my hair in a silk scarf, because it was better for hair health, cleanse my face after brushing my teeth, and then apply my under eye cream, my
I dropped my apple pen and folded my hand to meet his gaze head on, not bothering with an answer. “Answer me!” He roared the vein of his face bulging and ticking like a bomb about to go off. I still kept mute, because Dominic Tourette didn’t dare come into my office and order me on what I can and cannot do. “Sit down!” My voice was low, but he could tell that I was starting to get irritated. Whatever cool and calm any wife had loved into my bones this morning was slowly sipping away. “You don’t fucking tell me what to do!” Dominic gritted through his teeth and I smiled. I know I shouldn’t have but all of a sudden I could remember us eight years ago, when he was the one smiling after he and his lying, cheating wife ripped my heart out and so I needed to make this sting even more. “She came to me, she came begging by the way.” I shrugged casually knowing that it was going to hit his ego so hard but I didn’t care. “I can take care of my home and my wife.” I got up now, tired of
Nik. My eyes roved lazily at the woman who was dressing up in front of me in appreciation. It is still a wonder to me how almost 18 months married and the attraction was almost instant. Especially seeing her perform mundane tasks and after birthing our babies. “I am not coming back into that bed with you, so you better forget about it.” Elaine rolled up her skin coloured fleece tights up her thighs and my eyes were fixated on the motion. I folded my hand under my head so I could watch her better. “How are you preparing for the re-opening?” Her face creased in frown and I chuckled, “it’s not easy to run a business" she sounded so exasperated that it was cute. “Tell me about it.” Running one restaurant was driving her crazy. I had tons of establishments across two major industries. Her eyes lit up in excitement, something that happened whenever she was emotional about what it was that she wanted to say. “Do you know how insane it is managing workers? Do you know how difficult it
CHAPTER 27: ELAINE. I woke up to being carried from the bed I fell asleep into the Masters bedroom. I opened my eyes to his furious gaze glaring down at me. “You agreed that we can keep separate rooms in the contract” I reminded him, and myself. “Is that what you still want?” He asked his eyes
ElAINE. Two days on honeymoon on the yacht. 48 hours spent mostly in bed or preparing to get back into bed. We had sailed a little bit off shore when food got delivered and spent almost all the time having sex. We had sex literally everywhere. On the kitchen island because while I was mak
ELAINEI watched him finish off, pull his trousers up and then turn towards me. For the first time since I met him. I couldn't run. My eyes were too fixed on my dress on his hands which he had used to clean himself up and the open band of his trousers where I could see a peak of his manhood. One
ELAINE. “What do you want?” Nik asked, relaxing back in his chair staring at me with a lazy smile. I know he was asking about food, but it felt like it had a different meaning when he asked it and I shifted in my seat. I looked down at the menu on the tablet which was in front of me, and instant







