Dear Heart, You Screwed Me

I was anxiously drumming my fingers on the table, my appetite suddenly gone but my thirst growing. Downing both margaritas, my eyes stayed glued to where Harlen disappeared to. I couldn’t lose my job. I had to win him back.

Pulling my phone out of my bag I had two messages from Killian. I ignored them. I didn’t have time to read his stupid messages. I didn’t know what to do, did I call Adele and tell her I fucked up? Do I call Connie and get her to try and calm me down or do I call my mum and beg her to book me a plane ticket home.

I could feel the cold sweat starting to prickle over my skin. My heart drummed in my chest, I couldn’t calm it.

Reaching for Harlen’s drink I knocked it back.

I stilled when I saw him walking back towards me, a sly smirk on his face as he sat opposite.

“Thirsty, were we?”

“Very.” I nodded, blushing. Slightly embarrassed I had been caught. I could feel the alcohol warming the blood in my veins.

“It’s sorted. You’re coming with me on Saturday, and you have a three-day extension. So, depending how it goes on Saturday, you could have a new signed actor on your books by the following Wednesday. Game face ready, baby?” he winked.

I swallowed hard.

“Born ready.” I said with as much confidence as I could, but my trembling voice let me down and showed him how weak I was.

“Let’s discuss, shall we?” he clicked his fingers and ordered another round of drinks. This time I went for a virgin margarita. I don’t think Adele would be happy with a drunk Reese back in her office.

Sitting in the restaurant of the hotel, Connie was eyeing me.

“What?” I laughed as I took a mouthful of my cocktail.

“You seem different?” she huffed as she grabbed a breadstick from the middle of the table.

“I’m fine, just a little stressed out about this ball on Saturday. I have never been to something like this.”

“I’ll help you.” She boasted a beautiful smile.

“You’ve been to a ball?” I asked, the look on my face showing her that I was shocked.

“I have, well only a couple when I was younger. My dad goes to things like this all the time. They’re not too bad, bit boring but it’s all normally for a good cause.”

“You called him dad?” I smirked.

“I meant sperm donor…” she blushed. Seems to me she cares for her sperm donor a little more than she says.

“Yeah, this is for charity. A children’s charity I believe.” I shrugged.

“That’s going to be heart-wrenching,” she sighed, “But an amazing cause.”

I nodded.

“How are things with you? It feels like it has been forever…” I pretended to think, putting my finger to my chin and pulling a confused face, “oh wait… it has.” I poked my tongue out before laughing out loud.

“I have been busy,” she said, flustered. Pulling her long brown hair off her neck as she fanned her slowly growing red face.

“With Kieran?” I asked.

She stared at me, it took her a moment before she dropped her hand and shook her head.

“Who?” I leant forward. She didn’t say anything. “Connie, who have you been seeing?” I don’t know why but I could feel my stomach knotting at the thought of something bad going on behind the scenes.

“Is something going on?” I lowered my voice now as I leant closer to her.

“No, no…” she replied, “nothing like that.” Her head shook from side to side. “I have been seeing someone, but it’s so new and it’s going so well I just don’t want to jinx it. Just trust me that I am okay though yea?” she reached across and squeezed my hand with hers.

I sighed, taking a moment before agreeing reluctantly.

“Thank you,” she whispered before looking at her watch. “I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go. Want me to call you a cab?” she asked.

I shook my head, “I’m going to stay here for a bit, I’ll speak to you tomorrow?” I smiled at her.

“Always,” she smiled back before blowing me a kiss.

I settled the bill and moved to the bar. Ordering a bottle of water, I needed to knock the alcohol on the head. I had work tomorrow and I didn’t want to be working with a hangover.

I sat and listened to the light chatter around me, a splinter of pain shattered through my heart. I missed just sitting and talking to Elijah. We would talk about the most random things. I never got those couples that just sit opposite each other during dinner and not say a word to each other. How can you not have anything to talk about? Something always happens, there is always something to talk about. Breathing out heavily, I turned slowly and looked around the room. It was busy for a Monday night. I agreed with myself that I would finish this drink, then I would head home. I needed an earlyish night and it had just gone eight.

Spinning back round to face the barman, I played with the edge of the beer mat he had given me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood, as I felt a shiver blanketing my skin.

“Mind if I join you?” Killian’s voice ripped through me.

I shook my head.

I heard the bar stool drag along the floor before he sat down next to me.

His hand rested on my bare leg as he lent across and placed his lips at the shell of my ear. “You look beautiful as always,” my skin burned, my stomach flipped.

A small smile crept onto my face.

“Can we go back to mine? Or to yours? I just feel like things have been a bit hasty between us… we haven’t really had a chance to get to know each other since last weekend.” He rubbed his lips together.

“Mine?” I breathed out. I didn’t want to go back to his. I liked being home, and if I had enough, I could kick him out.

He nodded, a small hint of a glisten in his beautiful brown eyes.

Man was I a sucker for those eyes.

He threw a handful of dollars on the bar, laced his fingers through mine and pulled me off the stool. I couldn’t help the butterflies that swarmed my stomach, the heat that burned down low in a place that hadn’t felt this kind of heat in a long while.

The goosebumps erupted over my skin as his thumb brushed against the back of my hand as I followed him to my apartment.

I felt like we had a love hate relationship, but there is a thin line between love and hate isn’t there?

The lift doors closed, and as soon as they were I felt his body against me, pinning me to the wall. His hands gripping my chin, lifting my head up to look at him.

“I didn’t like you sitting on your little date today,” his whispered, his breath on my face. He was so close, all I needed to do was edge forward slightly and our lips would meet.

“It wasn’t a date,” my voice was strong even though I was trembling on the inside.

“It looked like a date,” he said through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching and ticking as his lips hovered over mine. Maybe I should just fall forward, just so I could kiss him. I imagined what his kiss would be like, but now I wanted to feel what it was like.

“You acting all possessive is a bit much don’t you think? We have been married all of five minutes. We don’t know each other…” I whispered.

“I am possessive over what is mine. And you, Reese, are mine,” his voice was low.

I rolled my eyes.

“Roll your fucking eyes again Buttercup and see how I punish you,” his voice was low and made between my legs pulse.

I swallowed hard, my eyes burning into his. The tension was thick, my heart was racing at a thousand miles per hour.

“You like the sound of that don’t you, petal?” he smirked, letting go of my chin and stepping back away from me as the ping of the lift echoed. Turning on his heel he stalked out into the hallway, holding his hand out for me to take.

I didn’t take it.

I walked past him and headed towards my door.

I wasn’t going to be an easy accomplishment, and I wasn’t going to sleep with him. Unlocking the door, I dropped my bag and kicked my shoes off as I fell onto my sofa. I felt wrecked. The high of today finally taking its toll.

Killian sauntered over to me, his dark eyes trailing up and down my body as I lay on the sofa. He sat on the edge, lifting my feet onto his lap as he began rubbing my tired feet.

I moaned. Oh, wow that felt good.

“Nice?” he smirked; his eyes pinned to mine.

I nodded. “Very.”

“Anything for you, wife.”

I blushed slightly; I don’t know what it was about him that got me flustered.

Placing my feet back down beside him on the sofa, he stood and shrugged his suit jacket off his shoulders and laid it over the arm of where I was laying.

Pushing up I walked towards the kitchen and flicked the kettle on.

“Tea?” I asked, looking over my shoulder, but he was there, behind me, his hands pushing around to my stomach.

I ignored the feelings he made me feel. I couldn’t do this.

Turning round, I shook my head softly from side to side. Pressing my hands on his hard chest, I didn’t want to acknowledge the burn that I felt from touching him, or the way my blood rushed through my veins. Sparks coursed through me, re-igniting feelings that I had pushed far away. Feelings that I hadn’t felt for a very long time.

I pushed him back with a little more force now.

“I can’t,” I whispered, dropping my head. I felt his hand on my chin, tilting my head back so I looked up at him.

“Why not?” his voice was low, “You can’t deny that you feel this too.”

I felt the breath in the back of my throat catch.

I shook my head again, rendered speechless all of a sudden.

Shoving him harder now so he had to step back, I turned to ignore the burning that was pumping through me.

Was I denying how I felt? And did he really feel it or was he just saying it because he was desperate for sex?

Grabbing two mugs out and throwing a tea bag in each one, I added the boiling water from the tea pot that whistled on the hob and filled the cups. I needed to get a plug-in kettle, it was so much easier. Pouring a dash of milk in both, I spun to see Killian still standing there. Eyes hooded, devouring me.

Pushing a cup into his hand I walked past him and sat up one end of the sofa. I needed to put some distance between us. Killian took the hint and sat at the other end.

The silence fell between us, my eyes were staring ahead but I could feel his eyes on me.

“How did your meeting go?” he asked as he brought the cup rim to his lip and took a mouthful, his brows lifting in surprise.

“Have you never had tea before?”

“No, it’s…” he stopped for a moment before taking another mouthful. “It’s nice but I feel like it’s missing something,” he admitted. Placing my tea on the coffee table in front of us I walked towards the kitchen and picked up the sugar pot. I have gotten so used to making tea for myself I forget to ask people how they want theirs.

“Here, try this,” I say with a smile as I drop a teaspoon of sugar into his tea before giving it a stir. He eyed me suspiciously before taking another mouthful.

A delectable groan left his mouth that warmed the inside of my legs. Fuck if he groaned like that with a bit of sugar, imagine what he would sound like if I was pleasuring him. How would he react if I fell to my knees now and tasted him, pleasuring him until he hit his climax and pumped into my mouth.

“Perfect,” he purred as he smiled up at me.

“Good,” I quipped, rushing into the kitchen, and placing the sugar back down on the worktop before I joined him again.

“Why are you fighting what is inevitable?” His question threw me, hitting me out of the blue

“Inevitable?” I scrunched my nose up.

“Yes.” His tone was short and snappy.

“I’m not. This,” I moved my index finger between the both of us, “this is not inevitable. This is a drunken fucking nightmare.”

He whistled through his teeth before letting out a low laugh.

“Oh Buttercup, you really don’t get it do you…?” he placed his cup down on the table and edged closer to me.

“Get what?” I whispered, my fingers tightening their grip around my cup as I edged towards the arm of the sofa. His eyes dropped to my legs as his hand touched my thigh, gripping a little harder now.

“I’m not letting you go…” his eyes flicked up to meet mine which volleyed back and forth between his.

“We’re getting this farce of a marriage annulled.”

“And what if I don’t want too?” I could hear the frustration that was lacing his voice.

“You don’t have a choice.” I spat through gritted teeth, pushing him off me and standing away from him.

He didn’t move from his slightly hunched over position on the sofa. How could it be possible to find this guy drop dead gorgeous but also detest him at the same time?

“I think you should go,” I turned my head so I was staring out the window. I didn’t want to look at him.

He didn’t say anything, but I heard him walk towards me. He towered over me, his hand moving to the base of my throat as he wrapped his fingers round it.

“I won’t give up easily petal,” his lips pressed to the shell of my ear as he whispered, causing goosebumps to smother over my skin.

“Let me take you out Saturday.”

My hand shot up and wrapped around his wrist as I yanked it away from my skin.

“I already have plans,” I licked my lips, smirking at him.

“With who?” his jaw ticked, clenching and unclenching as he waited for my response.

“Harlen,” I said a little louder than I should have.

“What?” He growled, his dark eyes narrowing on me. He didn’t like that answer.

“You heard me.” Pushing him away from me I walked towards the front door, unchaining it and opening it wide for him.

He stormed over to me; I could see the rage etched over his face.

“You aren’t going.”

“Sorry? Who do you think you are?” I shouted at him; I didn’t care that the door was open.

“Your husband.”

“Might as well be fake husband.” I rolled my eyes, “I’m going.” Crossing my arms across my chest and holding my own.

“Like fuck you are,” he said through clenched teeth.

I felt my own rage brewing. Who did he think he was? The arrogant, narcissistic piece of shit. I dropped my arms before slapping him hard around the face. My eyes widened as he stood tall and steady. He didn’t falter. Just stood there like fucking goliath.

His eyes darkened as they hooded, he grabbed my cheeks, shoving me against the wall before his lips crashed into mine. I could have pushed him off, I could have refused to open my mouth… but I didn’t. I let him in, let his tongue invade my mouth as it danced with my own. This was so much more than I imagined. His lips were rough and hard on mine, his kiss was raw. It was as if my kiss was the only thing that was going to save him, as if kissing me was the only way for him to get the last of the oxygen. As much as the kiss was amazing, sense finally crept over me as I shoved him away.

“How dare you?” I snapped, stepping towards him and shoving him again. But I didn’t stop. It felt good to let some of that rage seep through. I shoved him again, this time he stepped back. I smirked up at him. Compared to him, I was tiny. He was tall, broad, and heavy. I was no match for him, but it didn’t stop me from going at him.

“Finished?” he taunted me, stepping closer to me as he pinned me back to the wall.

I panted; my eyes glued to his as I saw the humour in them. Slapping his chest hard over and over, he grabbed my face hard and smirked at me.

I don’t know what happened, but something inside me snapped. My hungry eyes burned into his, words stayed unspoken between us and all I felt was desire. Burning, raging desire. My hands flew to his hair, entwining my fingers through his brown locks. His mouth covered mine before his hands moved from my cheeks, skimming down my body and ran under my bum, lifting me up effortlessly. My legs wrapped around his waist as I clung to him. Pinning me against the wall, his pelvis pressed into me. I could feel how hard he was, fuck. I felt my insides melting, the apex between my thighs burning. His fingers wrapped round the buttons of my shirt before ripping them open. Holy shit.

His lips crashed into mine, his large hands roaming over my bare flesh. Pulling his lips from mine, they moved to my jaw, my neck, my collar bone, nipping as he continued. His fingers pulled on my bra strap, slipping them down my arms so he could get to what he wanted. Pursing his lips round my small, pert breasts, licking and sucking as he did. My stomach knotted and twisted as the pleasure coursed through me. My hands tugging onto his hair, my small moans escaping my lips as he continued. I forgot what this felt like. To be worshipped and pleasured in this way again. His skilful mouth concentrated on every part of my bare skin before the primal animal returned.

“I need to fuck you, Buttercup,” he growled against my skin.

“Then fuck me,” I panted, lifting his head to kiss me. I needed his lips on mine.

Holding me tightly he walked towards my bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him as he dropped me onto the bed.

Unbuttoning his belt, he pushed his trousers and boxers down in one swift move. I perched myself up on my elbows. My torn shirt still on, my eyes trailed down his body to see what he was packing. And he was fucking packing.

Hard, thick and fucking beautiful.

His fingers worked quickly as he undone his shirt and let it fall to the floor before leaning down. His arm moving forward, his hand cupping my covered pussy as he shoved me up the bed towards the headboard.

“You are wearing too much,” he growled as he crawled over me, his fingers unbuttoning my trousers and tugging them down my legs.

I had small black cotton shorts on. No fancy lacy knickers. I was a comfort kind of girl. Hooking his fingers in the side of them, they were down and off in one swift movement.

I covered my face, the blush creeping over my skin. His fingers trailed and skimmed up from my hip bone, dancing across my stomach before he rolled my hard nipple between his fingers, his other hand gripped onto my thigh.

“I am going to own you; you will never want for another man again,” he growled, his lips lowering round my nipple as he bit and nipped, then sucked hard. A pang shot through my lower stomach. His hand moved from my thigh before slipping between my legs, two fingers pushing into me harshly. My back arched slightly, my breast pushing into his mouth. I heard him groan, my eyes watching him. Slowly pumping his fingers in and out of me, stretching me and getting me ready. I was ready to combust. Every sensation was alive and ready to explode. I felt myself tightening around his thick fingers, but he pulled them out just before I could. Pushing them between his lips, he licked them clean as he knelt back and sat between my parted legs.

“So fucking beautiful.” Growling, he leant over me, grabbing one of my knees and pushing my leg up and wide as he slipped straight into me. My breath catching at the back of my throat at the feel of the size of him. My pussy stretching round him in the most delicious way.

I didn’t care about anything from that moment on. All I wanted was to feel wanted by this beautiful man.

Pulling his cock out to the tip, he stilled for a moment before pushing back into me hard and fast.

I cried out.

He done it again.

His eyes fell between our connected bodies, watching as he teased me. Teased us both.

His fingers gripped and tightened around my knee, his other hand held me down as he gripped my hip before he rode me hard. His cock filling me to the hilt, stroking and hitting my g-spot. “Yes, oh fuck yes,” I cried out, leaning up on my elbows to watch him fuck me. Gliding his hand up my body, he wrapped his fingers round my throat and ploughed into me. My whole body smothered in goosebumps as my pussy clenched around him.

“There’s my good girl, taking my cock like it was made just for you. Come for me Buttercup, come for your husband. I want to feel you come over my cock,” he growled as his hips thrust faster into me, the sound of our flesh smacking against each other was turning me on even more than I already was. “Good luck getting that fucking annulment now,” I heard the taunt but ignored it.

“You’re mine, do you understand?” he grunted.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Killian,” I cried his name out, my whole body trembling as a shiver danced over me before I came hard. My orgasm splintering through me, my head tipping back as I saw stars.

“My good fucking girl,” he spat through gritted teeth, his fingers tightening slightly round my throat as he orgasmed, emptying himself inside of me. I fell back, collapsing as I panted, Killian laying over me.

“Well wife, you are everything I thought you would be and more,” he whispered, pressing his lips to my head before rolling on his side and behind me. His arm draped over me, pulling me into him before I fell into darkness.