Tension hangs over us like a wet blanket, I sniff, willing the overenthusiastic tears to dry up. My fingers blindly reach for the duvet, Brandon pulls it over me with a sigh. I mutter my gratitude but remain curled at the edge of the bed even when he touches me, stiff as a pole at the contact. I swat his hand on my shoulder, what does he want? I need to rest. 

Brandon's crestfallen expression should have cajoled me into adding the missing details like I only let her have it for a few days. I have been indoors, she goes to work, so she needs it more than I do. But the thinly veiled hurt in his eyes gladdens me. I hope it hurts as much as it did when he returned his ring, the symbol of our wedding and my necklace.

Stupid. Anyone can do this. I am not falling for this lame move, he will change it in a few days. A wave of emotions crashes over me, my toes curl in satisfaction and my lips curve into a blinding smile which I desperately try to wipe off when Clarissa glances my way.  He identifies himself as my husband first. That should mean something. I lick my lips, it does, it means a lot. To me. My heart grows heavy, I groan, it doesn’t change what he did. 

Those words, spoken barely above a whisper sends searing heat straight to my core. I choke on an appropriate reply, offering him my first genuine smile since I stepped into his office. If he keeps saying the right things, I will wipe his name off my black book. Unknotting the gown with unsteady hands, he attempts to help but my glare keeps his arms glued to his sides. I need to capture his expression when he sees me. From the slight creasing of his eyebrows down to the dilation of his pupils. The lust, raw desire clouding his amber eyes. I want to see everything, to bask in the emotions I can evoke.  Finally getting on track, I gulp when the knot comes undone, hold the ends of the jacket loosely between my fingers. Brandon’s confusion at my hesitation is almost comical, I might have laughed but I am too focused on getting this right, calming my racing heart. I count to ten under my breath, maintaining his gaze. Swallo

And then, my mouth closes over Brandon's shaft. I am slow at first, flicking my tongue over the salty liquid glistening on top. It tastes nothing like bananas or lollipops but much better than his sperm did the last time or maybe that's my imagination. I don't know, I don't care right now and I let my anger tainted with lust lead me into sucking him off.Brandon's hand moves to my hair, lowers to the back of my neck without extra pressure and for a fleeting moment, I feel like those porn stars blowing off their fellow actors, on their knees and at the mercy of the man. The rising disgust recedes when his moans bounce off the wall, I lap on his shaft, take all of his precum before my mouth closes over more than half of his pulsing length which hits the base of my throat and I freeze.Breathe.I try to as tears rush up to my eyes, his hand guides my head back down when I make to adjust and I grab fistfuls of the blanket lying carelessly by his waist until the wave