All Chapters of Your Honor, I Want A Divorce!: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

A smile spread across my face as I took in the details of the place, it felt too wrong for me to be accepting something as luxurious as this from him. "Would you like to see the bathroom?" He questioned and I nodded. "But not right now." My words took him by surprise as his eyes widened softly but he said nothing. I fell into the bed with a sigh and spread out my arms, feeling like I was sleeping on the clouds. The duvet itself was folded carefully on the bed and I didn't need to ask to know that there were several more in one of the large doors that would be a wardrobe. "This is amazing." I exhaled softly. I had hoped for a response, either a forced one or a sincere one but he just stayed quiet. I sat back up, staring at him. I opened my mouth to speak but his bodyguard was still in the room, he had followed us everywhere. "Fabian?" I called out to him. His eyes were everywhere but on me, taking in the design of the room like it was his first time seeing it, but as I called out

He suddenly pulled away from me, though not without reluctance. I spun around to meet his eyes, irrelevant of my uneven breathing, I spat out impatiently. "Why did you stop? I'm not complaining, it's what I want." A soft sigh left his mouth. "I know but... I really want to undress you right now and slam you into that bed but...""But what?" I demanded. "I don't want our first to be something you will come to regret. I know you want this so much and honestly, your body is all I want right now but... I want you to take a second to think, is this really what you want our first to be?" His thick brow arched softly. "I don't mean to put myself first but," he continued, "I know I will regret it." His words made all the feeling of arousal in me shut off at once. I couldn't help the anger that rose inside of me. "You will regret it? Why?" "Don't get me wrong but, I feel like at the moment, you belong to someone else. At least I'm not on your mind like you are on mine." He pouted, sadnes

I managed to sneak away from Jessica after telling her I had a quick errand to run for work that night. I didn't know why but I wanted to look as beautiful as I could before meeting with him so he would know I was doing just fine. So I applied a delicate amount of make up on my face and put on a purple long sleeve dress that hugged my curves tightly and stopped short of my knee. Jessica didn't bother questioning my outfit since i told her I was heading to work. She knew I always wanted to look good while going to work. So I hopped in my car and drove down to the location he had provided. To my surprise, it was the small cabin amidst a vast field of flowers that we visited on our first and last date. On the way there, I had thought about just turning the car around and heading back home but I still wanted to hear his excuse. So I didn't turn back. I got down from the car and looked around. The place was empty and silent. I hoped to see him somewhere in the field but I didn't see a

Over the next few days, Damian and I spoke over the phone and he was just as nice as he had been when we first met. So when he asked me to meet him, I couldn't say no. We met at a small restaurant and decided to catch up on what both of us had been doing and how work had been going. He promised to visit the store which he did and he spent generously. Our friendship grew faster than I had thought it would. Around him, I always felt like I could relax. He didn't try to push himself on me which provided me with peace. We just hung out like two friends catching up. And so we decided to meet some more. Over the course of two weeks, we hung out more than five times, spending our free times and weekends with each other, watching a movie or simply staring at the sky. It provided me with peace amidst the storm I was stuck in, waiting for Fabian to reach out to me. I stared at Fabian, wondering if it was what I was thinking. "How did you find out that I hung out with Damian?" He sighed.

I stared confusedly at him. "You accept what?" He didn't respond and simply smiled. Taking my hand in his, he led me up the stairs and towards a bedroom. He sat me down on a chair in front of a table mirror and took out a towel. "Was it hard to find this place?" He asked as he placed the towel on my head. I couldn't hide the look of surprise on my face as I watched him dry my hair. I felt so flustered but I had to act cool. His touch on my hair was so soft that I almost drooled. Clearing my throat, I responded. "Uhm no, not really. Google maps did all the hard work." I laughed, feeling awkward. His fingers massaged through my hair so softly, all my tense muscles suddenly felt so relaxed. He wrapped the towel around the tip of my hair and squeezed it softly. "You don't have to do this," I said softly. "My hair isn't even that wet." "I know." He responded. He suddenly leaned in and whispered softly in my ear, "but I hope it is making you wet." His voice, soft and seductive, caus