Chapter Five: A Thing For Married Women

LARSON…

"It's not safe for you to be on your own so I'll drop you off, you can tell me the name of your driver so I could get your car key" I said to Malia in a serious tone as I lead her towards the tarred road.

"You don't need to meet him, I have the keys with me. You can take it" she said and tossed the key over to me.The rain which had been pouring heavily had subsided a bit after letting us have our special moment but it didn't change the fact we were both soakly drenched, in a few minutes we reached the parking area and we both got into the car quickly. I could see the media trying to make their way towards us and I felt like passing a knife through their brain, were they dumb or trying to act dumb? I can remember vividly telling them to go to their different homes and publish the news on the internet, newspapers and business magazines but it seems they didn't want to pay heed to my little advice. No matter what they say and do it isn't going to change the fact that Malia had been proven innocent and whoever tries to come in her way will have me to handle with, I felt the need to protect her from this cruel world and I'm absolutely going to do just that. 

After a lot of protests, the media found their way through the security men and hovered around the car. They were hitting on the glass window while some threw stones from afar which landed on the side mirror but unfortunately for them the windows were glassed up and neither of us were hurt.

"They are becoming more violent, we need to leave immediately before the whole matter escalates beyond our control, what's your address?" I asked and she told me her address while slipping down slowly with her back resting on the leather seat and her eyes closed while she rubbed her palms together, it seemed the cold had gotten into her body and with that I zoomed off not minding if I had to use the car to run into any media personnel.

None of us said a word throughout the drive but that didn't stop me from taking swift glances at her, she had a beautiful smooth face and fluttered lashes and I couldn't help but gulp hard seeing the way her breasts heaved heavily. I deeply hoped I was able to find answers to my unending questions and also complete my mission without getting distracted, this wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. Malia Ray Smith is surely going to be the end of me, damnit she's hot and she's everything a man would ever desire. She's someone answered prayers but yet she didn't get love from her husband, how pathetic.

The drive wasn't really a long one and the car slowed down when we got to the mansion, the security guard let us through the gate after a thorough inspection on who we were using his flash light and I got convinced seeing them work diligently, it meant Malia could put her trust in them and they wouldn't let anyone inside the mansion especially when she wasn't around.

The mansion was so big and it made me doubt she wasn't a spoilt daddy's girl and I smirked at my thoughts. I unbuckled my seat belt and came down from the car immediately then I helped to open the door for her as a gentleman, I brought out my hand and she looked at me before hesitantly placing hers on mine while I helped her out of the car, I noticed she was shivering a lot.

"Come with me I'll take you inside, you are shivering. Just take slow steps and don't rush I'll guide you" I strode to the door with slow steps and she typed in her passcode, unlocking the door and we stepped in then she closed the door behind us.

My eyes peered around the living room leading towards the stairs and I was amazed by the interior decors. Not bad she must have a very good taste, I'm impressed. The floor glittered like a gold marble and the chandelier lamps which were hung on the ceiling glowed in different colours.

"Your room? you need to change into warm clothes" I asked then I noticed her teeth was fidgeting and I bent down and swept her across her feet by lifting her up in my arms and making my way upstairs, our footsteps echoed in the walls of the mansion and she pointed towards a door and slipped her hands under the photo frame and almost immediately the door got unlocked alongside the lights of the room being switched on.

I dropped her slowly to the floor and made her stand bolt upright but she was too weak and she stumbled slightly as I felt her head on my shoulder. I curled my fingers in uneasiness, I needed to help her out seeing the helpless condition she is in. This isn't the first time of me doing such an act so why was I feeling anxious and restless? was it because it's Miss Smith?.

I felt a rapid eagerness and a cold breeze which swept across my face as I began to slowly unzip her jumpsuit then I made her sit on the bed as I crouched down to her level and pulled her dress off her feet. I lifted her up and unclamped her bra as her full perky breasts came into view and bounced hard, my bulge was getting turned on from the mere sight of what has been revealed right before my very own eyes, since the clothes were wet I discarded them to the floor and I took off her panties. 

I waited patiently to get an outburst from her, probably she would get angry and lash out on me. I needed her to say something, anything but nothing of that sort happened, I could see she probably just gave me a blank expression.

"Miss Smith I didn't expect you to be this careless about your health" I scolded without a reason and it became obvious I was anxious and trying to get her body off my mind no matter how hard I tried to compose, it just wasn't working. What the fuck is wrong with me? seeing her naked ignited the fire within me, she wasn't able to stand still anymore then she wrapped her arms round my neck and I could feel her soft breasts on my chest as my left hand glided her thin waist.

"Where are you taking me?" she mumbled slowly

"The bathroom, I need to prepare a hot bath for you it will help a lot with the fever" 

I opened a french glass door which I guessed to be the bathroom and I was right then I placed her gently inside the bathroom after turning on the hot side of the shower so it could pour on her, it wasn't that hot to avoid her skin getting peeled. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she laid down and poured her skin oil into her hands and applied it seductively, I could see the water that trickled down her breasts which gave me difficulty in breathing. Her pink nipples were pointed directly towards me, the spoilt daddy's girl was the perfect definition of beauty at it's peak.

"What are you looking at? you pervet!"

"Nothing" I stammered "I just want you to get done bathing then I can put you to sleep and check your temperature" I replied hesitantly

"Is that so? how I'm I meant to believe your words, you know anyone can say that. After my ex husband Maynard you're the second man to see me naked and I don't regret it" she said and I moved my head from side to side to check if she was drunk.

"I'm not drunk" she retorted as though she read my mind.

"Can you read minds?" I asked

"No I can't"

"So how did you know what was on my mind?"

"Let's call it a soul connection"

"About what you said earlier, I just helped you because you aren't strong enough to help yourself and guessing you stay alone, you don't need to regret it I don't have a thing for women who are married" I blurted out, what the heck! why did I say that? my head felt too heavy to process the thought that my words has hurt her deeply, I could see the hint of pain in her eyes and the sad expression but she shrugged it off and tried to remain calm.

"I'm not married anymore"

"It still doesn't change the fact you were married"

When she was done rinsing her body, she stepped out of the bathtub and leaned over to me close enough to my ears.

"Does that mean you don't get attracted to women that were once married?" she whispered directly into my ears. God damn it her voice in my ears, that felt so good. I doubted I could flush away the feeling of wanting to get laid, reducing the distance between us I snatched her upper arms and pushed her against the wall. My body was close enough for our chests to brush when either of us breathed in. My frame tensed up once again and I breathed in her scent, savouring the way it's musky sweetness filled my lungs.

Removing my hands from the wall I placed them on her shoulders, pulling her closer then I slipped my arms around her waist. I leaned in closer for a kiss but she put a finger on my lip.

"You're so shameless, how can you try to kiss a married woman" she glared at me

"But you aren't married, the last time I checked you're getting a divorce but I have a liking for younger women, I'm 33 years" I said hurriedly trying to justify my actions

"And I'm 28 but I'm getting a divorce but only when the courts grants me my freedom will I be officially divorced, I must guess you're aware of our law so I'm not making any false claims" she repeated my words then stroked her index finger against my lower lip and I rubbed the back of my neck and looked away, it was then reality dawned on me that a daddy's spoilt princess tricked me and I succumbed hard to her ways.

"It seems you've gotten so much energy since you got into the bathtub but you need to sleep because I won't be with you for much longer. I've got a serious work load pending but before that I'll just check your temperature using a thermometer so I can know if your fever has subsided"

"I put you in that position and there's no big deal if you miss work for a day" she teased to get a reaction from me and she got exactly what she wanted.

"Miss Smith I'm the president of the Ray Smith group of industries and I'm one man who never neglects his duties and especially not for a woman. I'm the boss here and you have no other option but to listen to what I have to say" I smirked with a victorious win and she raised up her eyebrow in utter disbelief. Who could have thought the heiress of the world's famous chocolate manufacturer would be getting an earful?.