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One day in and he’s already got me forgetting that I’m furious with him. If I’m being honest, I’m more sad than mad, but I’d rather him see my anger than my tears. I don’t want him to know that I’m an insecure girl who sat in the hotel room wondering if his beer goggles had fallen off and he saw my curves and ran away. My feelings may have been intensified by alcohol, but they were still strong and present. Knowing that he’s like the other men from my past would devastate me. So, I pretend I’m pissed, even when it would be so easy to believe he’s truly sorry.
“Maybe it’s the universe trying to bring the two of you back together,” suggested Skyla. “I think it’s kind of romantic that your paths crossed again.”
Shaking my head at her, I finish hanging the rest of my clothes.
“Maybe it’s the universe testing my strength. Y’all, he looked so damn good today and all I could think about was crawling under his desk and showing him how much I’ve missed him.” My knees ache at the sexy office fantasy, while my heart flutters.
“Eww. None of that,” Penny says. “That man swept you off your feet, married you, then broke your heart the next morning. We do not condone that behavior.” there’s one thing that woman knows how to do, it’s hold a grudge against a man.
“Exactly. I can draw up the divorce papers and then he just becomes your boss and landlord, making him off limits.” Jasmine’s been hounding me to have her draft the documents I need to go ahead and divorce Keaton since before I even left Vegas. I know we were drunk when we got married and clearly, we didn’t know much about each other when it happened, but a part of me hopes things will still work out between the two of us. I don’t dare speak of it while Jasmine and Penny are on the call, but I could see where spending more time with the man I fell foris only going to bring back those initial feelings. This time maybe even stronger.
“And how exactly would that look? ‘Here you go boss, you need to sign this contract, lunch will be delivered at noon, and if you could just sign these papers so we can file for divorce, I’d sure appreciate it.’” I shake my head after mimicking the impossible scene to my friends.
“I know you’re there when I’m ready, Jaz, but please just let me have some time to adjust first.” With my clothes and shoes unpacked, my closet is officially finished, so I walk over to tackle some of the other boxes as we continue our conversation. For someone who didn’t think she had a lot to pack, it’s like the amount to unpack has doubled.
“That would be awkward,” Skyla admits with a heavy breath, “best to just get over it and get under him. Or maybe you like it better on top. Ooo, or do you prefer him behind you? Might as well try all three!”
“Not helpful, Sky.” Laughing at my silly friend, I open a new box and freeze as I see the goodbye “gift” Daniel gave me. I didn’t know what to do with it since all my stuff had already been loaded and so the next morning, I just shoved it in a box I found in my car. Now it’s the same problem all over again. I want to burn it, toss it in the trash and forget everything about that creep, but Keaton would probably freak out if I started a fire my first night at the place, and if I throw it in the garbage, I risk him seeing it.
“Everything okay, Anna?” Penny asks.
I haven’t told my friends about anything that went down between Daniel and myself on my last day of work at his office. I have no doubt they would swoop in and try to fix everything. Hell, Jasmine would probably actually kill the guy. Her loyalty can be scary at times, and I’m certain she knows some peoplewho could help her get away with it. I hide the box out of sight from the camera before answering.
“Yeah, everything’s great,” I lie, “Just a little overwhelmed with everything I still have to unpack. I’m gonna let you guys go so I can finish up here. Love you!”
My friends say their goodbyes and end the call while I frantically search for a place to put this fucking box. Not finding anywhere better, I shove it in the closet and close the doors, hoping it keeps the memories of my former boss away.
After a long shower and a large glass of wine, I settle into my bed and press play on my phone to listen to my new audiobook. One that has no ties to the man who apparently shares my taste in books.
I realize the mistake in my new selection when I get to the part where the assistant and her boss are trying to hide their relationship from everyone in the office.
The fucking universe and its fucking signs.
As I listen to their moaning while he has her bent over his desk, I can’t help but imagine Keaton putting me in a similar situation. I’m so confused about how I feel about him right now, but there’s no denying he’s insanely attractive with his silver streaked dark hair. And his muscular build. And that stupidly adorable dimple. I miss the feeling of his soft lips on mine. The way his big hands cover my body. His thick, swollen cock inside of me.
My hand slowly trails over my breasts and stomach, remembering the way Keaton's hands cherished my body. I begin to rub when they find my swollen bud that’s been begging for attention since I saw the man I can’t help but think about constantly. The man who is in the house just outside my doors. The man I will be working for. The man I will see every single day.
My fingertips caress up and down, running through the wetness that’s gathered there from the thoughts of my husband. Reaching over to pull my favorite toy from the excellent selection in my bedside drawer, I position myself for my self-care session, using my fingers to massage my clit as I plunge the vibrator inside of me. I can’t help but compare it to Keaton and realize it doesn’t quite measure up to his impressive length and girth. Thoughts of his hands and mouth on me as he brought me to orgasm repeatedly that night invade my mind.
The phallic instrument does its job well as I repeat my motions.Right there.Visions of my boss in the office with his rolled-up sleeves flash through my mind.That feels so good.Images of my landlord taking me right here in this guesthouse on the kitchen counter have me shuddering.Yes. God, yes.And picturing my husband in a bed of our own that we share, our rings clinking together as our hands are joined, has me writhing and moaning. The overwhelming rush that comes over me has me crying out the only thing on my mind.
Keaton!
Chapter twenty
Keaton
A
nna has completely taken over all available space in my life. She looked fucking sexy as hell in the office today chewing on a damn pen cap while learning how to use the systems necessary to do her job. I had to stay hidden at my desk so I wouldn’t scare my staff with the impressive hard-on I was sporting the majority of the day.
Now I’m home and she’s just a few steps away. There’s a stone path that leads from my back kitchen door to the front of the guest house. I pace back and forth in my kitchen hoping the movement is enough to keep me from racing down it to see her.
Seeing her again today lit me up inside in a way I can’t describe. It’s been decades since I gave a woman a second thought and now, I’m a smitten soul over this woman I married in a drunken stupor. It completely gutted me when she stepped out of the office bathroom, knowing the tears that fell were because of me. I thought I was doing the right thing not waking her before I left, but I can see where it had cut her.
My beautiful wife had some insecurities, and I was determined to eradicate every single one of them. I have no doubt that the cruel way she was spoken to on the plane isn’t the only encounter she’s had with fatphobic fucks who are so insecure in themselves they have to pick out flaws in everyone around them.
I had watched her on the plane, trying to make herself smaller. She kept her head down and tucked her limbs into her body like she was trying to hide. If she’d let me, I’d make sure she never felt ashamed of her body by worshipping it every second of every day.
