“Maybe he doesn’t, Julian. But I made a commitment. I made vows, I carried his child. I can’t just let go of that.”
Julian remained quiet, his lips were only inches from mine and I knew that if I didn’t do something drastic at this moment, my marriage would be officially over. I moved my head sideways and gently rested it on his shoulder. We continued to dance, our bodies so close that I was heavily ignoring his hard cock pressed up against me. Like seriously fucking kill me now.
My stare moved towards the bar and I saw him standing there. Watching me intently, but this time his stare was of pure rage, the shade of his eyes dark and vengeful. It was the same stare he had given me the moment he saw my engagement ring the first time we ran into each other at the restaurant.
“Julian, I need to go…”
“Gorgeous, please stay, I need this…” It was a plea.
“I can’t…I love him, Julian.”
“Don’t…please just stay.”
I pulled away and he held onto my hand before I reluctantly let go.
I walked over to the bar, knowing that I had a shit fight on my hands. I don’t know why. He didn’t want me, he didn’t love me. He was just a shell of his former self.
“You’re late.”
“Does it matter,” he answered coldly “Old habits die hard.”
“They certainly do, don’t they Lex?”
He took a swig of his bourbon and grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards the exit I dragged my heels begging him to stop as I was on the verge of tripping but he didn’t listen. Instead, he led me down the path of the garden and we found ourselves in the parking lot. I recognized his car immediately, parked in the dark corner. “Let go of me!”
He refused to listen as he just stood there, eyes flashing.
“What, Lex? Now you’re jealous? Tell me, does it hurt? Does it hurt to know that someone else wants me? Does it hurt that for a moment it made me come alive, another man’s words made me feel alive?”
“Charlotte…” he growled.
“What? You gave up on us… our marriage is on the verge of over and I don’t even know why! You won’t fucking talking to me… you don’t even want to see my face!”
He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and I recognized it immediately.
“Tell me what the fuck this is?” he yelled.
“You can read,” I said calmly.
“You want a fucking divorce?”
“Lex, I just can’t do this anymore. Day by day I’m dying inside”
His nostrils flared; I was seriously pissed off at him but the last thing I expected was for him to push me on the hood of the car, the force knocking the wind from me. He forced his lips on mine, and I tried with every fiber of my being to push him away, he deserved to be pushed away, but I missed him, so much. I didn’t know what this meant, but right in this moment, did I care? For a moment he was mine again, and I’d take it while I could.
He pulled away, I sat up struggling to catch my breath.
His eyes, that stare…
I waited for what seemed like forever.
Is this it? We’re we finally over?
He turned me around in a split second, and pushed me back down onto the hood. I let out a small whimper, the force scared me, it felt wrong on so many levels. I should have felt degraded but I was so far from it; he was my husband for crying out loud.
The sound of his belt clicked and without warning he rammed into me; I bit my lip attempting to muffle my moans. I’m not sure if he took this as an invitation but he did it harder. I cried tears, a mixture of happy and sad, feeling the salty liquid run down my face because I missed him, in every way possible. It was pleasure and pain all rolled into one fucked up ball.
“You belong me to, Charlotte. Do you understand? Every inch of this body belongs to me. I am your husband and only I get to fuck you, I get to fuck this pussy. It is wet for me, and only me.”