The Ceo Wants Me Back After Divorce

It was getting darker and the rain clouds were more than just rain clouds hovering over houses and our loft.

Eleven pm, with Derrick no where in sight, honestly I should be used to this since it has been happening to me nonstop for the past six years of my life since I was married to him. The constant avoidance like I meant shit to him and if I was been honest with myself?

I actually meant less than a nickel to him. All he did was work, work, work and work and the only times he came home, he was either angry or tired or going back out with the guys.

I sighed to myself, my heart in shambles as I decided to grab a comforter from our bedroom and sleep in the living room to wait for his arrival.

Usually he graced the house and myself with his presence whener he felt like it but today's disappearance hurt like hell because it was supposed to be the eve to our anniversary and even though he didn't care about me so much, he made sure to come a minute to nine and give me a scowl but tonight? I knew that he was completely done with me.

It didn't stop the tears that flowed down my cheeks from stopping at just the base of my eyes, quickly I wiped off every evidence of tears from my eyes and arranged the comforter on the couch to lay in it.

The cool air took me until the familiar jingle of keys caught my attention and brought me back from a sleepy haze;

Someone was trying to get in and was having difficulty but at the same time,this person owned a set of keys so it had to be one person alone...

But still,I moved towards the peephole on the door to take a peep and as I predicted, it was Derrick.

And he looked disorganized and wobbly. Without even opening the door,I knew something was amiss and I could smell it everywhere.

Immediately my heart started to palpitate and my nerves prevented me from checking what his world record for the year was and simply rushed to get the door opened for him.

The moment the door caved in, the fresh scent of whisky hit me raw and had me squeezing my eyes in horror as though I was the one gourging a bottle of it.

Derrick held the door frame for support but sooner than later, he was going to slip.

"Derrick!" I yelled and had him place his hands on my shoulder, Leaning half of his weight in me as I struggled to close the door and carry him to the bedroom, I had sent all of the maids out for today and tomorrow as I didn't need company and to be honest I was glad that they weren't around.

We weren't the prettiest couple and definitely not the type that was all over social media or all over each other. We were strangers in the biggest sense, with my love been rejected by him everyday and him not caring if I stayed in the house or left the house, we we're not all of it but at least we were famous and bloody rich and as such whatever we did ended up in tabloids and the paparazzi loved this sort of drama, one that I wasn't ready for since I had my cup filled to it's brim with my own troubles,I didn't need anymore especially from the outside world.

I took him to bedroom, careful to avoid the stairs as we had a mini elevator that came right into the corridor that led to the bedroom and carefully had all of his clothes removed from his body and tried to get him in the shower to freshen him up but he refused and motioned for me to put him to bed while doing something strange.

At first,I believed it was just my imagination playing tricks on me but when it went on longer than I would have expected, I started to feel something.

In all if the time I have been with Derrick as his wife, I couldn't recall the last time he stretched a hand to touch any part of my skin and in short ' I irritated him to no avail' but it didn't matter and I didn't care.

I was here with him and he was here with me.

I plopped him on the bed with just his briefs on and decided to have the blankets cover him to his neck whilst I hoped that he wouldnt catch a cold, I turned to leave when he caught my hand in his.

Shock registered on my face as that action caused a sea of emotions to flood my mind.

"You're dreaming Derrick" I said, trying not to sound too desperate for it not to be a dream.

"Really?" He echoed, his eyes suddenly sober and searching mine or maybe it was the alcohol.

"Yes and you need to get some rest paapi, I'll take good care of you in the morning" I said to him and wanted to leave him after I kissed his forehead.

The fact that he let me touch him amazed and gave me alot of flutters but as I turned to leave, his hands intertwined with mine and I stopped.

I turned to look at him and my saliva watered at the extent of the contact and how long it was now that his hands were on mine.

"Derrick?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I saw Derrick glid out of the bed and stand on wobbly feet.

"I want you to take care of me now. I want you now" I have never blushed as crazy as I did in a few minutes.

I stood still as his hands encirled my neck and took a whole of my black shiny hair and brought it against his nose.

His throat released the most beautiful sound I have ever heard, my legs quaked at how much I wanted to hear that sound.

His hands got tired of exploring my hair and decided to place both hands at the side of my neck while he buried his nose in the crevice of my neck.

"You smell good" his voice coming out in a whisper of whiskey and a hint of mint.

His throat made those sounds as he sniffed more of my neck while my legs weakened to his touch.

"Can I..." He began,his eyes searching mine. I stood waiting for him to complete the sentence , my body begging to be free and wanting to be molded against his touch.

"Can I touch you?" He asked me, my heart and my legs melted at the same time.

"Yes" I whispered and he brought his face so close to my lips, I smelled aboved whiskey. I smelled beautiful kisses with a hint of sunshine in the morning.

He smiled at me but looked at me with so much intention,I inearky begged him to fuck me already.

"That's yes sir to you"

I have never had my insides melt like jelly before the his eyes did a triangle from my eyes to my lips.