I struggle not to laugh when the last thing I see before disconnecting the call is my husband rolling his eyes at me.
'Stop talking about stuff like that in public,' I type on my phone before hitting Send, and it takes only a moment before Stelios' answer hits my inbox.
Stelios: Your happiness will always be my number one priority, but that one I cannot promise. I love seeing you squirm. It turns me on.
Me: Perv.
Stelios: Only with you, Mrs. Diamandis.
I know I shouldn't take that as a compliment, but my body is already betraying me with the way that place between my legs has started to tingle.
Since when did 'wanton' become your middle name, B?!
I quickly look for a change of subject that can get our conversation back to a safer track.
Me: What are you and Papou up to?
Stelios: Your grandfather is currently speaking to the coroner who examined Helene's body. We want to make sure there really isn't any foul play involved.
Me: And if there is? Are you guys thinking there's a possibility someone would pin her murder on any one of you?
Stelios: This is not something for you to worry about, glikiá mou. I made a promise when I married you, and I intend to keep it. I will never let anything happen to you...or our baby.
My fingers hover over my phone, but I can't think of anything to say.
Am I really going to let Stelios take my virginity and risk falling harder in love with him?
Am I really going to let him come inside of me as many times as it would take until we make a baby?
Gimme a sign, God.
Should I play it safe simply to exist...or do I go all in and risk either winning or losing everything?
THE DAY COMES TO AN end without Stelios coming home, and I end up working out at our basement gym for almost two hours just to get me to sleep. This is the first time Stelios and I have slept apart since our marriage, and I can't help but wonder if this is God's way of giving me a taste of what life would be post-divorce, and...honestly?
It sucks big time, with how quickly I've gotten used to having the billionaire in my life.
I never really thought about it until now, but Stelios has somehow managed to make his mark on every part of my day. Mornings don't feel complete if I'm not having breakfast with him. Lunch hours at school feel boring if my husband doesn't call or text me. The nights feel empty if Stelios and I aren't doing something together, even if that 'something' is just hanging out in the living room while we do our own thing.
Life without Stelios is no life at all while life with my husband is...embracing both the joys and pains that come with it, and that's why I feel my heart ache and race at the same time, when I wake the next day to the sound of Stelios having a shower.
My husband is back, and the words 'oh God' and 'thank God' flash in my mind at the same time.
Stelios taking a shower is honestly the most erotic sound in the world, but it's the most unbearable as well, and it's why the sound used to make me cover my ears with my pillow.
Picture yourself married to the hottest guy in the world...but without the right to join him in the shower.
I'm sure you get why it's torture with a capital T.
But now that we've already crossed the line, and twice at that—-
Brain over pussy, B!
Don't do it!
Props to my conscience for still trying its best to make me do the right thing, but after knowing how painfully empty it is to spend the night apart from him—-
This creature of sin is already swinging her legs off the bed and padding towards the shower with the purest of intentions.
Not!
I stop by the doorway, and my breath catches as I finally have my first glimpse of what Stelios looks like when he's all naked and wet under the shower.
Oh my Lord.
No words are simply enough to describe my gloriously sexy husband when he's in the buff like this, and having water cascade down his smooth, bronze muscles just makes him seem all the hotter.
And bigger.
And harder.
And when Stelios finally notices me ogling him—-
"Enjoying the show, wife?"
My knees instantly go weak at the purr in his voice. "Uh..."
"Join me in the shower?"
It's like being invited to dance with sin incarnate, and of course I say...hell yeah!
In my mind, that is.
His slate-gray eyes stay with me as I slowly reach for the straps of my camisole, and my panties are already soaking wet by the time I start pushing the straps down my shoulders.
Oh God.
I feel like I'm doing a striptease with the way my husband can't take his gaze off my body. I can already feel my whole body turning pink as my camisole falls to the floor, followed by my shorts and panties.