Page 22 of His Wild Attraction

So, yeah, I wore black on my wedding day.

Head to toe black.

And for the first time in maybe ever, I felt gorgeous.

It was not my norm. Not what was expected of me or what I’d been taught to be by others.

“You mean are you doing the right thing by marrying super-hot Andres so he can protect you and your son from your sleazy ex, and maybe give you some sweaty time between the sheets while he’s doing that? Is that the right thing you are referring to?” Meredith asked.

“Oh my God. Why did I even tell you about that?” I grumbled, annoyed with myself.

I’d kept it a secret for so long, but when I announced I was marrying Andres, I had to give the girls something. So, I told them about the amazing sex we’d had a few months ago.

“Look, Ellie, it’s perfectly natural for two people who find each other attractive to want to have sex. So if you feel the mood strike, you just walk up to him, grab him by his dick and say get on the bed, bitch, mama wants to go for a ride,” she finished, waggling her eyebrows.

“Meredith! Please stop talking,” I yelled her name, then mumbled the rest, closing my eyes.

“Ellie,” she mocked me. “Seriously, you are marrying Andres. He is like the sweetest man ever. Have you seen him playing with Sammy? I mean, how could you go wrong?” she asked.

Immediately, my mind filled with images of Andres and my son.

Andres bringing home toys and books for Sammy to play with.

Andres kneeling on the floor in his gorgeous custom suit to give Sammy a high-five.

Andres laughing when Sammy got his finger-paint covered hands on his briefcase.

Andres tucking him in at night.

“Okay. You’re right. It will be fine,” I whispered.

I wanted to believe it.

I needed to believe it.

But what if he turned out to be a prick? What if he just wanted to control me like Gary?

All my life I did what I was told. I was demure, submissive, quiet.

Prim.

Proper.

Liar.

Yeah, I was a liar. And I was so fucking sick of it.

So tired of trying to meet others’ expectations and falling short.

So weary of pretending.

But Andres didn’t ask me to pretend.

In fact, if I were being honest with myself, Andres didn’t ask me for a thing. If he had any expectations of me, well, he hadn’t said anything.

Except for that one little thing.

I squirmed. My heart tightened.

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