“Amen.”
Smiling down at her, I felt somewhat lighter and then, out of nowhere, my possessive streak reared its face. “This body is mine,” I panted, kissing her forehead. “My property.” I licked and playfully bit into her pebbled nipple. “This…” I whispered, eyes closed as I breathed in her scent. “This belongs to me, Stella.” My tongue made a quick swipe in between her slit before I placed a kiss right above it. “My pu**y.”
Stella sighed, eyes closed as she let her head hit the back of the chair, smiling. “Your pu**y, Cal. Noted. Now it’s time to give this exhausted pu**y a bath.”
A loud bark of laughter roared from me. I liked this sassy side of hers. “What else can I do for you?”
“Foot massage.”
“Anything to make the kitty purr, I suppose.” Stella wrapped her arms around me as I slowly took hold of her limp body that was ready for her bath and sleep.
It was our first night, but I could tell that this was something I’d love to do all the time.
Stella was half asleep on my chest while I bathed her. By the time I changed and placed her on the bed, she was yawning every few seconds. After the foot massage, she was dead to the world.
Sliding off the bed, I rounded her side and stared at her peaceful form. She looks good on my bed, I thought with satisfaction.
“Goodnight.” My nose inhaled her scent, softly kissing her cheek. My gaze kept directing me towards her softly parted lips, tempting me to kiss them. Instead, I chose to kiss her forehead, not willing to be tempted by something I wasn’t capable of giving. “Dream sweet.”
Chapter 15
Callum
I was usually downstairs working out in my gym at the crack of dawn like clockwork. This morning, I woke up and hesitated for five minutes, debating if I should work out or not.
You see, I slept on my side with my back to her, but when I woke up, she was hugging me from behind. She felt so good and soft that I didn’t want to risk waking her up, so I gave myself five minutes to enjoy her warmth.
She didn’t wake when I slowly untangled her limbs from me. I studied her for a couple more moments before I left to go change and get ready to exercise. When I came out of the closet, I made a quick glance towards the sleeping beauty and was greeted with a sleepy smile.
“Gym?” she sleepily asked.
I nodded, pausing before I gently moved towards her. “I am. Want to come and join me?”
Stella smiled, shaking her head. “How about you come and join me? I’ll make you work it good.”
That certainly made me laugh. “Glad you learn quick.” My thumb caressed her forearm and then I planted a swift kiss on her lips. “Go back to sleep. I promise to wake you after I shower and do another set of muscle stretching before I go to work.”
“Deal.”
So that’s how my day started. It was ideal and how I’d pictured things were going to be with Stella. After my lunch meeting, I was in a bright mood, planning all sorts of things to do with her when I got back home tonight.
I had ideas, but as always, life was much more creative than my own.
My light mood instantly darkened when I saw a familiar form waiting inside my office.
“Zara? What are you doing here?” Did I sound disgusted? Appalled? Hurt? Shocked? Aghast? Furious?
Double check to all.
Three years passed with not a single word uttered from her. Now, out of the blue, she shows up here without notice. The few years that passed hadn’t eradicated any hateful feelings I had for her, but still, seeing her again took me back to the past, the present and the happy future I had once pictured in my mind.
I could hate her all I wanted, but one thing I knew for sure, my body still responded to her. It clouded my mood some more, however it was a fact I couldn’t deny.
Zara was still the most beautiful woman I had ever laid my eyes upon. I once worshipped this woman, loved her more than life itself, even more than my own. Never did I hold back from showing her just how much because I truly believed that she was going to be mine, my wife. However, she got greedy and threw it all away.
Three years later, she shows up unannounced. I was still rooted on the spot, motionless.
Zara tried to smile, but it somehow looked pained. She was nervous and she didn’t even hide that from me. “I wasn’t eavesdropping, but I accidentally overheard the news that you were getting married?”
So the news quickly reached my father, how lovely. “Are you here to congratulate me? That’s very kind of you, but I’m busy, so you can show yourself to the door.” It was all a lie, but no one knew that except for Stella and me.
Zara tried to step closer, but changed her mind the last minute. “Please, don’t marry anyone. It would kill me to see you marry someone else.”
That’s all it took really.
I cracked and was ready for battle. “Who I marry is my own goddamned bloody business! You walked away from me!” For three years my spite for her had been brewing and I wasn’t going to stop it from flowing out. “You’re a filthy cunt who went after a man who had more money that I could’ve offered you then,” I bellowed, uncaring at her flinching face as if my words were hurting her.
“How f**king dare you come in here as if you’re a welcomed guest! You left me two weeks before our planned elopement. Two f**king weeks. I had my vows written, rings ready and honeymoon booked. You didn’t even have the decency to inform me that there was no wedding. You simply up and left me, vanished through thin air. I even reported you missing for f**k’s sake!” I laughed as I recalled the painful memories I went through. “But father sent me straight to hell, just like a loving father should. Apparently, he acquired himself a new wife. YOU.” I threw her a hateful, scathing glance. “As far as I know, you’re dead to me. You mean nothing. So don’t come in here, expecting shit from me because you will be sorely disappointed.”
Zara gently wiped her tears away, sniffing. “Your father blackmailed me. What was I supposed to do?”
Was she lying? “What blackmail?” I demanded.
“My family was on the brink of bankruptcy. Your father offered a way out. My parents begged me to consider, stating that I had to put my selfishness aside for a few years and help them get out of the rotten financial ruin.” She sniffed, bracing her arms around her body. “Your father made me sign a contract that I would be married to him for three years and never contact you in any shape or form, but I swear to you, on everything that I believe in, your father didn’t touch me.”