Page 36 of What He Wants

“The law,” I shot back, finding my backbone. I had a restraining order against him, and if there was anything I’d learned about my ex-husband it was that he respected the law. He couldn’t afford not to. “I still have a restraining order against you.”

“Darling−”

“How did you get this number?” I demanded, standing up and walking to the window with thoughts in my head that he might be close.

“I have my ways.”

I could just imagine what they were. I pulled the curtain aside and glanced out, expecting to see his car parked below my window. It was dark, but I kept the light at the back door on and it revealed that my little jeep was the only vehicle there, so I decided to go to the front of my apartment to check the driveway of my business.

“You’re not supposed to be bothering me, Paul.”

“One call is not bothering you,” he said smugly. “And your fucking restraining order ran out.”

What? He had to be wrong!Satisfied that he wasn’t parked outside, I let the curtain close and rushed over to the calendar that I kept on my fridge. One glance revealed that he was right. The restraining order had expired the day before. I’d noted it on the calendar as a reminder. Shit!

“Checked the calendar on the fridge yet?” he smirked.

“What?” I rushed out in a frightened breath, wondering how he’d known that.

“Come on, darling,” he laughed, the sound scraping over my flesh and leaving goose bumps. “I know your habits, Daisy. You always kept a calendar on the fridge for important dates to remember.”

I hated him! I snatched the calendar off the fridge and tossed it onto the counter. The only thing keeping me from not hanging up was the fear of him coming to my apartment. “What do you want?”

“You have to ask?” I could hear the smirk in his voice, could just imagine the look on his arrogant face. “I want my wife back.”

I closed my eyes with dread, sinking down onto the sofa. A whole year had gone by. Why couldn’t he just leave me alone? He knew that I didn’t love him, and I knew that Paul didn’t love me, he just wanted to possess me. I hadn’t learned until it had been too late how controlling and jealous Paul was when it had come to me. The longer we’d been together, the worse it had become. And our last encounter had ended with brutal violence.

“I’m not your wife and never will be again. Tomorrow I’m going to the courthouse to file for another restraining order.”

His laughter sounded brittle and confident. “Go ahead and try, but you won’t get another restraining order against someone who isn’t a threat to you. What have I done in the last year?”

Was he right? I’d go to the police station in Solon first thing in the morning to see what my options were. Then I became angry at Paul’s smug tone, because he’d always used it to make me feel inferior. “Just your breathing the same air as me should be grounds for a restraining order,” I hissed, losing control.

I could tell that he didn’t like what I’d said by the silence that followed. Good! Let him see that I wasn’t the same woman he’d raped and left bleeding the year before. It had taken me a while to get back to the self-confident, independent woman I’d been before we married, and I didn’t intend on ever go back to being what he’d turned me into. I decided to put an exclamation point at the end of my comment by hanging up. I exhaled a deep breath, feeling proud of myself. When a few seconds went by and the phone didn’t ring, I went back to my bedroom.

When I was in town tomorrow I’d also look into having a security system put in my house.

Big John

I was more asleep than awake when I felt the bed dip, revealing that someone had joined me, and then soft skin and a warm body was sliding up against mine, skinny arms wrapping themselves around me, a leg wedging between my thighs, gliding over my dick. A low moan sounded, and I groaned at the tits and warm cunt snuggled up against my side. I’d been dreaming of Daisy, remembering what she looked like as she’d made herself come in the shower, and how close I’d come to fucking her, so I was already half-primed with arousal. Before I questioned what was going on, I took hold of one of her tits, trying to remain awake.

“Daisy, baby−” She stiffened for a short second before relaxing against me. I arched my hardening dick into a bony knee. Bony? That’s twice that word had come into my mind, and bony was not a word that I’d use to describe any delicious part of Daisy. She was all curves and silky softness, and she smelled fresh and pure…

Not like booze and stale cigarettes. My nose was pressed inside a tangle of slightly stiff hair. I inhaled deeply. Yep. Nothing pure and fresh about the way this woman smelled. And the tit in my hand was big, yet too small to be Daisy’s. I clearly recalled that her flesh overfilled my palm. The more I registered the differences, the more I woke up and realized that Daisy was not the woman who’d crawled into my bed.

No. She’d left hours ago, and had returned to her home.

“What the fuck?” I bolted into a sitting position and turned on the bedside lamp. Lucy blinked up at me, blinded by the light, a smile on her make-up streaked face. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I snapped, pushing her off me.

“Don’t you remember, Big John? You told me to come up and see you after I was done with Painter.”

I thought about it for a minute, feeling my head swim from the alcohol I’d consumed. Normally I could hold my liquor, but, pissed at finding out that Daisy had gone home, I’d drowned my stupidity until I couldn’t stand. “Well if I did I changed my mind. Get the fuck out.”

“Well, I’m here now,” she said teasingly, and I felt her hand climbing up my thigh. “Why waste an opportunity to make each other feel good?” I clamped my hand around her wrist to stop her from getting to my dick.

I wasn’t going to compound the trouble I had with Daisy by letting her find out that I’d slept with Lucy or any other club woman after she’d left. Besides, I wasn’t interested in Lucy or any of the other sweetbutts, so the temptation to fuck Lucy right then wasn’t even in the equation. Jesus, wanting Daisy had messed up my thinking, and I didn’t know what I was going to fucking do about it. I was hard as fucking steel now.

For her.

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