Thirteen

“It’s so good to see you again, Wife.”

The few people around them turned to gaze at her, and soon they were whispering about her, again, but this time it wasn’t about her dress.

Who knew Nick Grimm was married?

Nita forced a smile towards him, although her heart wasn’t planning to stay calm anytime soon, but she was proud of the fact that her voice was calm. “Hello, Mr. Grimm, it’s good to see you again.”

The lady whose hand was still glued to his scoffed, “I doubt that she’s really your wife, Nicky. Look at her. She doesn’t fit.”

Nita almost scoffed at the nickname, ‘Nicky’, and she saw Nick frowned at her before he untangled his hand from hers. He didn’t correct her but addressed the others at the table. It was as if the lady hasn’t spoken at all. “Excuse me, but I’ll like a moment chat with my wife.”

Nita frowned at him, and the urge to say ‘ex-wife’ was at the tip of her mouth, but before anyone could answer or decline, he pulled her away. The moment his hand touched hers; she felt that shiver again, the sweet sensation she had always felt whenever he was with her. That touch made five years feel like a mere child’s play.

She pulled away from him before she started feeling more strangely.

Nick stopped to stare at her, and his gaze was lazy as it ran through her body. “It’s so good to see you again.”

Nita eyes moved around the crowd until it stopped at Jimmy and Nate. They were engrossed in something else and wasn’t looking her way at all. She looked away from them before Nick could guess what she was looking at. “What do you have to say to me?”

He looked around, shifting on his feet, “We can’t talk here? Can we go somewhere else?”

Her gaze moved to Nate again, and this time, he was looking around as if he was searching for something. Nita just wanted to be done with this conversation and be back with her son. She knew Nate was searching for her, and she didn’t want him seeing her with Nick.

“Fine.”

He led her away from the crowd towards a narrow passage. He walked as if he was familiar with the building, and maybe he was. She remembered he had always gone to these kinds of events when they were married.

He led her further away that she couldn’t hear any sound except their footsteps, and finally, he stopped in front of a door. He opened the door and waited for her to go in.

Nita raised a brow at him as if to say, 'really!'

He smirked at her, and she hated that the smirk made her heart skip a beat. She folded her arm under her breast, which made her breast more prominent.

Nike gaze fell on it, and he felt a twitch on his dick. He groaned to hide it and slowly moved his gaze back to her face. “Are you scared of being in the same room with me?”

She was.

She had no idea how her body would respond to being in the same room with him after all these years, but she refused to show any act of cowardice in his presence, “Why should I be? I’m no longer your wife. Remember?”

Nick didn’t respond. He only opened the door wider.

With heavy feet, Nita walked into the room. It was big and spacious, with a wide bed in the middle of the room. It was void of anything personal, so she had no idea who the room belonged to.

She stood at the centre of the room as Nick moved towards the bed and sat down.

Nita waited.

She waited for him to say something, but all he did was slowly rack his eyes all over her. After waiting for minutes and didn’t hear him say a word. She frowned at him, “Are you going to talk or what?”

“You don’t expect me to be talking with you while you are standing over there?”

Her gaze moved to the bed, and his huge body over there.

Only one thing has always happened whenever they were together on a bed, and she was not ready to be tempted again. “I’m fine here.”

He rolled his eyes. It was a gesture she had never seen on him, and it made her wonder how much had changed about him.

“You didn’t sign the divorce papers, and you disappeared from my presence. Where were you?” He lifted himself off the bed and started moving towards her.

Nita frowned and moved back with every step he took. “I don’t see where I was after getting a divorce from my ex-husband is any of your business.”

“Husband,” he corrected. He stopped as her back hit the wall, and he peered down at her, his gaze moving slowly like he had all the time in the world. “You never signed the papers.” He lifted his hand up and stopped at her lips. His thumb brushed her lips softly, making a soft gasp leave her mouth “And I never forgot about you.”

His hand trailed downward towards her chin and gently nudged her head upward. “I never stop imagining this soft lip every day for the past five years almost made me crazy. I wondered if they were still as easy to bite like always, and I wondered if a kiss from me will get you as wet as you usually do.” His hand trailed lower, brushing past her breast, and immediately her nipple stiffened, wanting more of his touch.

His hand kept moving lower, trapping her in place with pleasure. It passed her slanted gown and touches her cunt over her silky panties.

Nick smiled to see that he still had the same effect over her. Being away from him for five years hasn’t done anything to damp that.

He teased his finger over her clit and was awarded with a low groaned. He almost lost his mind, and before he could think too much about it, he kissed her.