All Chapters of Married in 14 Days: Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

Darnell’s phone chimed and he picked it up to read the message on the screen.“Come to the bar” the text read. It was from Sasha.He’d just gotten home at midnight and freshened up in his bedroom. He started heading to the bar, which was on the same floor.He reached there and opened the door. She was behind the serving table, pouring a drink from a stainless-steel mixing cup into a glass.“Right on time,” she said as he sat down and slid the glass to him.He picked up the glass and placed it under his nose. “This is new to me. What is it?”“My own invention.” She smiled.He put the glass to his lips and took a sip. “That’s really good.”“Thanks. When I worked per time at a bar in college, I made my own cocktails,” she explained as she cleaned the tabletop with a piece of cloth.“I never knew that detail about you.”“There’s still so much to know about me.”He dropped his drink on the tabletop. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”“What’s that?” She tossed the rag aside, then sa

Sasha woke up the next day with memories of the previous night on her mind. She wasn’t over what she and Darnell had done. What he’d done to her. The past months, she’d been so occupied with all the drama in her life that she’d almost forgotten about sex. The bare skins sliding against each other, and mouths reaching places they normally didn’t go... Sex with Darnell was different from any sex she’d ever had, even with Trey. With Trey, they were equals in bed, but with Darnell, he took the lead. She didn’t want to admit it, but she’d loved giving up control. He was so strong too. He’d lifted her with one arm like she was light as a feather, and touched her with such certainty that he knew exactly what he was doing. It was like magic how he’d simultaneously chased his pleasure while pleasing her. It wasn’t one or the other. There’d been no awkwardness. No point where she was pulled out of the euphoria and was overly conscious of the silly act of sex. No, she was completely and entir

When Sasha woke up the next morning, she freshened up and wore her baby bump before heading downstairs for breakfast. The table had been laid with her and Darnell’s breakfast. She felt the side of the mug with his coffee with the back of her fingers. It was cold, just as she had suspected.Her eggs and toast were still warm, as they had just been prepared and placed next to her bowl of diced fruits. She finished her breakfast and headed to Darnell’s room. When she got there, she knocked on the door and waited for his response. She heard his footstep approaching the door, and then as he pulled the door open. She got a whiff of his shampoo or lotion or perfume—she couldn’t tell exactly what it was—and wished she could bury her face in his chest, hug his muscular body and inhale his scent.He was wearing shorts and a shirt, his typical stay-at-home outfit. His hair and beards were still short, and the outline Andrew had made on the sides of his face with a clipper was still neat. She not