I want you

Lindsay's POV

I forgot how drunk I was, but I was reminded when I stepped out of the car. I almost tipped over but was saved by Shaun who grabbed my hand forcefully and dragged me toward himself.

I giggled, placing my hand on his chest. "You are strong" I loved the way he smelled. His manly cologne unimaginably stimulated me. I had not felt this way for years now.

"Let go in," he instructed when he was sure I was standing upright now. He was at the front while I struggled to walk at the back.

I took the first, second, and third steps, then I fell to the floor. I groaned in pain. My body still hurt. Being drunk didn't stop the pain.

"Are you okay?" he rushed toward me, but I waved him off with a smile as I tried to stand up.

At that point, the alcohol seemed to have taken over me fully.

He tried to hold my hand to aid me, but it was barely working. All I did was giggle, clapping my hands as I watched him try.

"Fuck this" he muttered under his breath and swept me off the ground, carrying me bridal style.

My brain was aware of our closeness and I couldn't keep my cool. I wanted to stay there forever. I just met him, but my body desired him. I leaned into his chest as I inhaled his scent. It was weird, I knew, but I wasn't thinking straight at that moment.

He set me down when we entered his house. I was indeed right when I concluded he was fucking rich. I admired the house briefly but didn't dwell so much on that. What I wanted was to admire the tall, tanned skin, handsome Greek God in front of him.

"Come let me show you to your room," He said, but soon realized I was a dummy at that point.

He sighed as he grabbed my hands and guided me upstairs. He got to a room door and opened it.

"You would be sleeping here," he said. "And take a shower, you reek of alcohol"

"Thanks for your honesty" I snickered as I walked into the room.

"I will tell one of my men to get you some lady wea..."

I didn't let him finish before slamming the door in his face.

"Thank you so much" I yelled with a smile.

The smile remained on my face as I dragged my feet to the bathroom. This was the first time in a long time I experienced peace. I wasn't scared of Asher hurting me.

As the water caressed my body, tears caressed my cheeks. I wasn't crying because I was scared, but because I was hurt and angry too. Why was I given such a heartless man as a husband when there were men like Shaun out there? I wished I never made the mistake of getting married to him.

This was the first time I had spent the night outside Asher's house and I couldn't just leave without relishing the moment. The drink I had boosted my morale and I found myself grabbing the white towel that was hung neatly on the hanger. I wrapped it around my naked body and marched out of the bedroom and also out of the room.

I went in search of Shaun. The cold shower I had, had already cleared my head a bit for me to move around, but I was still a little bit drunk.

"Shaun?" I called out as I walked down the stairs with water dripping from my body.

"Shaun" I called again.

"Over here" I heard his voice from the kitchen.

I braced myself up and walked to where I heard the voice from. He had a cup of water on his lips, drinking the content. I watched as his Adam's apple went up and down. God this man was perfect, I couldn't help but scream inside me. Everything about him was perfect, so good.

"Yes?" He turned to look at me after settling the cup on the kitchen counter. I saw as his eyes scanned my body which was only covered with a towel. He was confused, his eyes didn't hide it

"I... I uh" I stuttered, already feeling nervous, but I waved it off immediately. "I want you to fuck me," I blurted and watched his eyes widen.

He didn't expect that from me.