Page 21 of If I Had More Time

Excuse me.

He wastheman.

“He’s a lucky man and I hate that he has you to himself. The things I would do to get you more often.”

Gentle kisses were placed along my shoulders while his hand slipped between my thighs. This was Alex’s last time touching anything on me, and I had a feeling he picked up on it as well. He was trying his hardest to get another dose of me, but nothing was seeming to work out for him. He was begging and it was turning me off the more he did it.

Politely removing his hand, I pivoted the conversation toward his marriage. “Simone is exactly where your mind should be shifting. One day with me isn’t nearly enough to get you to leave her behind.”

“It’s not but its damn sure enough to propose a deal.”

“Deal? Are you serious right now?” A hearty laugh erupted in my throat. It was too comical for him to think I would make a deal without my husband present for number one. Second, nothing about me screamed Howie fuckin’ Mandel.

“You know it’s rude to laugh in someone’s face.” He acknowledged it and I truly didn’t give a fuck.

“So, I’ve been told. However, you told a joke so what else am I supposed to do.”

I stepped out the shower wrapping myself in a towel. He was right behind me disregarding one. I’d packed my things back upas soon as I woke this morning. My alarm on my watch went off at five on the dot. I was more than ready to be back in my husband’s embrace.

My phone sat on the sink next to my toothbrush. I tapped the screen, and the time read 5:40 a.m. I’d already handled my face and mouth before entering the shower. All I needed was ten minutes to get myself together and I’d be out the door. I wasn’t the woman who took forever to get ready. My attire was a white sundress that stopped at my heels and a white panty and bra set underneath.

“Hear me out at least. This could be something worth your while. You never know.”

“I doubt it,” I said drying off then taking a seat on the tub.

“You and Tristan come to the island once a year to indulge in God knows what so why not take it outside of that? Become my side and none of this has to end. Your pussy enjoys me, beautiful, and I think you’re doing yourself a disservice by ignoring that.”

“No one is paying you to think, Alex. They’re paying you to cook. I appreciate you and your wife making time for me and my husband, but that time has come to an end. Check out is at eleven. Find your wife and do whatever it is y’all do.”

I was done talking to him. Having the audacity to want me to be his side piece was beyond hilarious. I was in a marriage where I sat at the head of the table next to a man that cherished the very ground I walked on. My position wasn’t a side shit. That was degrading to a woman like me and very much disrespectful.

Once I was fully dressed, I was out the villa leaving Alex to himself. I didn’t even take the time to moisturize my skin the right way because of how irritated I was. This experience wasn’t ruined but dealing with that walk away had me thinking over some things. I’d bring it up to Tristan as soon as we were reunited.

I walked into the lobby of the hotel checking the watch on my wrist. It struck six as soon as I gave it my attention. Tristan never missed our designated time, so I knew something was up. It was him that always waited on my arrival. I wasted no time in heading for the elevators. He was my property and if any bitch thought she would get him up off me was sadly mistaken.

The button was pressed and the doors opened seconds later. A couple stepped off and I entered behind them. I was so glad time was on my side. My thoughts weren’t all over the place and surprisingly, I was still calm. However, I felt like a bitch was trying me and that was never good for anyone.

The doors opened to Tristan’s floor, and I bypassed the other rooms until I reached his. I gave a triple knock and waited for it to be answered. I overheard my husband tell her to open the door and she refused to do so. I smirked and tried to keep my composure, but it was quickly slipping away.

“There’s nothing here for her. What fuckin’ belongings?” Simone yelled.

The light thud on the door and the muffled voice behind it let me know Tristan checked that shit. He ignored a lot of things but refusing to believe I was the one he moved mountains for always made him show his ass.

Seconds passed before I was finally face-to-face with my soul tie. He eyed me with so much love in his gaze. A smile graced his lips the longer he stared, and I couldn’t help but blush under his glare. His presence was missed. I couldn’t tell you how fast my soul settled seeing him.

“Mrs. Malore,” was all he got off before our lips crashed into one another.

The way he handled me, the way he caressed me, the way he fed me in this very moment was everything. His hands roamed my backside resting on my ass as usual. I was at peace with himand that felt better than sex. I moaned into him, reassuring him on his position in my life.

Hearing Simone clear her throat almost made me cackle. She was desperate for Tristan’s attention, and he had none left to give her.

“You better tell her who the fuck you belong to. I’d hate to beat her ass in this muthafucka,” I said commenting on her lil’ remark of me not having shit up in here. It didn’t matter what fuckin’ lifetime we were in, this man would always be mine.

“She knows, Mama. I can promise you that,” he replied.

I wanted to say more but I trusted my husband made it clear beforehand where his heart lied. We walked away hand in hand not caring to look back and address Simone any further. She was fuckin’ delusional. Her and her whacked out husband. It was safe to say Tristan and I were on the same page cutting ties with them.

We made it to the main floor and headed for the restaurant inside the hotel. A quick breakfast and breakdown before our departure. We decompressed as a couple and that was something I enjoyed mor than anything. There were no secrets between us. Whatever anyone brought our way, we’d already discussed. That was how the Malores handled things.

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