I switched off the light in the bathroom and reentered the bedroom. I was utterly confused to find Ruby lying promiscuously on the bed with an invitation in her eyes.
“I know it’s been a while Ronan and I am sorry. Will you make love to me?” she asked, stretching out her arms for me to walk into.
I breathed deeply and exhaled before walking over to the bed to lie beside my wife. I took her into my arms and kissed her softly on the lips. I couldn’t help but remember the feel of Misty’s soft supple lips against my own, as I kissed Ruby. I couldn’t help but remember how Misty’s soft and curvy, young body felt in my arms.
It was Misty’s face I saw when I closed my eyes and slowly peeled Ruby’s negligee from her body. I pretended it was Misty I was making love to all over again. My cock stretched forth with the desire. I made quick work of getting out of my pajama bottoms before hovering over my wife’s body to slip inside her snug wetness.
I dipped inside and stirred her sweet love juices to a frothy concoction of succulent stickiness. Her body began to move slowly beneath my own as I stroked into her with long, sure strokes. My wife’s body became Misty’s body moving sensuously beneath me.
“Ooh, Ronan, you feel so good inside me. I’ve missed you so much,” my wife moaned beneath my plunging onslaught on her body.
My body stiffened momentarily from the sound of her voice bringing me back down to earth, back to my sweet Ruby. My strokes increased as Ruby moaned beneath me. Her bare walls engulfed me with untold feelings of pleasure. Being with my sweet Ruby was being at home. I strived to bring her pleasure as I warred with my feelings throughout our sexual act.
Ruby wailed into the early morning of a new dawn as she finally came beneath me. Lacking the stamina I had before, I came inside her. I eased off of her to lie back onto my pillow. I could feel Ruby watching me. I was in no mood for cuddling or pillow talk.
I loved my wife and I loved the way her body felt, but her affection had come too little too late. Misty had gotten on the inside, and it would take more than a night with Ruby to get her out my system.
“Ronan, you don’t want to hold me?” asked Ruby in a soft voice.
I looked at my wife briefly as she stared at me with a question in her eyes. Exhaustion overcame me in the blink of an eye. I could no longer look at her comfortably without thinking of my unfaithfulness. So I did the only thing I could think of to save face. I reached toward my bedside lamp and plunged the room into darkness, before I finally spoke.
“I need to grab a couple hours of sleep before I have to get up for work,” I told her before turning my back on her and falling into an exhausted sleep. Just before I lost consciousness, I silently berated myself for letting any woman come before my sweet Ruby.
Chapter 19
Ruby
I awoke with the sun peeping through the draperies. I turned over and noticed that Ronan was still fast asleep. I was glad to hear his light snore, because I could take a refreshing shower to help invigorate me from the night before. After showering, I went downstairs and prepared breakfast while reflecting on last night. Not only had Ronan come home late, our long awaited intimacy was everything but what I thought it would be. We were like two strangers in the same bed fulfilling our bodily needs but disconnected in spirit. I hoped I didn’t wait too long to show him affection, as the wanton way he looked at his secretary last night flooded my mind with thoughts.
Just as I was putting a pan of fresh-cut biscuits in the oven, Ronan walked in the kitchen fully dressed in his business attire. I had the rest of his breakfast waiting on the table along with a steaming mug of his morning coffee.
“Good morning,” he said in greeting as he sat down at the table. “Will our kids be home when I get home this evening?” he asked in a brusque tone.
“Yes, the kids will be here,” I said looking at him in confusion.
Ronan immediately looked away from me and started eating his breakfast. He usually waited for me to join him, but he ate as quickly as possible so he was almost finished by the time I brought my plate over to the table to sit down beside him. I bent my head to bless my food before I began to eat.
“What time did you say the ball ended?” I asked. Turner Enterprises always ended their parties early, and especially any event that was on a weeknight.
Ronan kept his head down focused on his food as he said, “It was pretty late.”
“The program said it was supposed to last until eleven o’clock,” I said calling him on the discrepancy in times.
“You know these functions can last longer than they say,” he said taking a sip from his coffee mug.
“An extra four hours is a long time for an event to run late, Ronan,” I said as I watched him try to avoid my question.
“Yeah, I know but we really had a good time,” he said. “And last night or should I say early this morning with you was wonderful,” he added with a smile.
“Yeah, it was nice to be with you, Ronan.” I dared not to say it was nice to make love again, because what we made last night was everything but that.
“Well, I guess I’ll get going,” he said, pushing back from the table.
“Ronan.” I reached out and touched his hand. “We need to get back close like we use to be. I realize I’ve been pushing you away and I’m truly sorry,” I said with a voice filled with remorse. I was being open about my rejection. I was also giving Ronan a pass for coming home late by accepting some of the responsibility for his actions.
“I’m sorry, too,” he said pushing his chair away from the table. “I really don’t have the time to talk right now though. We’ll have to table this discussion for some other time. I need to get to the office,” he said.
I could see the nervous look in Ronan’s eyes as I stared at him. He picked up his briefcase and walked towards the door.
“I don’t even get a kiss, Ronan?”
“Like I just said, I really need to get to the office, Ruby.”
“Will you be home for dinner tonight?” I asked.
“I should be,” he said. “But if anything comes up, I will be sure to let you know,” he added before walking out the door.
Chapter 20
Ronan
The hurt look that appeared on Ruby’s face as I was leaving home this morning was still on my mind after lunchtime. I tried not to let her reaction bother me. She had hurt me by pushing me away. Didn’t she deserve what she dished out? At least that was my rationale as I contemplated the state my marriage was in. How could a marriage that was thriving and so full of love go downhill so quickly?
The depth of love I felt for Ruby had never come into question, until now. The faithfulness I had for our marriage had never been tested until she disregarded me and my needs. My unfaithfulness rested on Ruby’s shoulder’s, at least that’s what I told myself. I kept telling myself that she was the cause of it all.
I sat in front of the computer glancing at the figures and graphs on the screen. My mind was so full of torrid thoughts of the past hours trying to wrap my head around what I had done. Even the guilt that ate at me couldn’t make me regret the wonderful things Misty made me feel.
I had to finish this report and get it to the engineering team. I closed off my thoughts and worked on the report diligently for next two hours before I was satisfied with the results. I closed out the program and saved my work on a backup file before printing the report out and placing it in a folder.
A knock sounded at the door.
“Come in,” I called out.
Misty stepped through the door looking fresh and beautiful as ever in a black pencil skirt and a button down peasant blouse that was modest but still showed off her ample bosom.
She walked through the door closing it behind her as her smile seemed to widen at the sight of me. “How are you this morning?”
“I am well,” I said abruptly without returning her smile. “Are those papers for me?” I asked her, glancing briefly at her and then turning away. It was as if I looked
at her too long, I’d be drawn into her amazing force field.
She made me lose all of my senses. Her hold on me couldn’t be explained, even if I tried. But I wanted and needed to remain in control at work, of all places. If there was one thing my team knew about me, it was that I was a no nonsense type of guy. The days of me laughing and fraternizing with the different ladies on the job had long since been over. Ever since I said “I do” to Ruby, there were no rumors floating around about who Ronan Michaels was taking to bed and I planned to keep it that way.
I looked at her again when she didn’t respond. Her bright smile had been replaced by a small frown. The light in her pretty brown eyes had suddenly dimmed.
“I… I need for you to sign these papers,” she said holding them up for me to see the stack of papers in her hand. “They need to be signed and faxed by noon,” she added as she walked to my desk to lay them out in front of me.
I picked up my pen and scanned the papers. Then, I quickly scribbled my signature. “Thanks,” I said, handing the papers back to her.
“Do you need me for anything else, sir?” she asked in a professional voice but her eyes held a hurtful look.
I was being dismissive to Misty but the havoc she was causing on my insides had my loins tightening in need just from the sight of her. If I closed my eyes long enough, I could imagine the taste of her sweet nectar on my tongue or inhale the scent of her cunt on my fingertips. I raked my hand down my face to clear my vision. I breathed in deeply.
Misty had turned and had her hand on the door knob about to leave.
“Wait, Misty,” I said standing up from my desk and coming around to walk towards her. “You asked me if there’s anything else I needed. You didn’t wait for my answer.”
She bit her bottom lip looking unsure as to what I wanted from her as I strolled toward her.
“Damn it, Misty,” I growled out. “I can’t stop thinking about you. What have you done to me?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you either,” she admitted. “I couldn’t go back to sleep this morning when you left. I held the pillow you slept on because it had your scent. I pretended you were still there with me.”
“Oh, baby,” I said pulling her in my arms.
My mouth swept downwards to capture hers beneath my own. My tongue stroked the minty sweetness of hers. My hand grasped her waist and pulled her closer to feel the burgeoning hardness of my arousal. “Tell me, baby, what is a man like me to do with you around tempting the hell out of him all day?” I asked against her dew kissed lips.
“Make love to me, Ronan,” she peered up at me through her long lashes and lust dazed eyes.
I walked to my door and locked it. I pulled her towards my big mahogany desk and swept papers off not caring where they landed. I heard the pictures of my family hit the floor with a thud. It did nothing to deter me in my pursuit of making love to Misty on my desk.
My hands made quick work of yanking her tight skirt up above her hips, revealing her voluptuous hips along with her barely there bikini panties. She unbuttoned her shirt and slung it aside while I contended with pulling down my slacks and boxer shorts.
I sat her moon-shaped ass on the edge of the desk and plunged my cock into her wetness. I went in raw and it felt so good that my eyes rolled back in their sockets from the deliciousness of it all. I grasped her around her waist and rammed into her again and again as I lost all control of the day and time and even where I was momentarily.
It didn’t matter to me that I was breaking every damn rule in the book concerning company policy. Misty had a way of making me lose my fucking mind when it came to her. The feel of being enclosed so deeply in her tight snatch had my mouth watering and me whispering all kinds of lusty things into her ear, mostly about what I was going to do to her if she came to work wearing another skirt like the one she had on.
Misty gave as well as she got as she intertwined her long legs around my trim waist. She propelled her body to accommodate my every stroke. She moaned loudly in the morning light as we raced toward an orgasm of splendorous delight.
My lips meshed with hers to capture her many lustful moans into my mouth as we came together. Our love juices ran out and pooled onto my office desktop as our bodies trembled with pleasure. We looked into each other eyes and I knew from that moment on I was in danger of losing not only my mind and heart to Misty, but everything that I once held dear.
Chapter 21
Ruby
A clean bill of health. That was the news I received from my doctor this morning. I was so happy that I was dancing with joy as I folded fluffy cotton towels that I’d just taken from the dryer. I could finally be there for my husband in every way, without fear of the future. Boy, did I have some ideas in mind for tonight.
I put away the rest of the clothes and went to start dinner. The kids were in their rooms silent; they didn’t keep up as much fuss as they used to. Maybe they sensed something was amiss between Ronan and me. Our children were observant and picked up on the tiniest of details. They were much smarter when it came to their parents than we gave them credit for. If it wasn’t for my children, I don’t know if I would’ve made it this far.
I put the finishing touches on our dinner, while swallowing back the hot tears that filled my eyes. I was both overjoyed with my clean bill of health and release from treatment and saddened by where my marriage had gone because of my secret. I thought about the night of the masquerade ball, when he didn’t come home until the wee hours of the next morning. Ronan’s clothes from that night had mysteriously disappeared, when I went looking for them to put in the cleaners.
When I mentioned the party to Shauntay at the market a week after the ball, she told me it had ended promptly at eleven that night, since the next day was a workday for Turner Enterprises. A confrontation with Ronan was brewing, but given my own dirt, I decided to just let it go and start anew.
It was a huge pill to swallow, but I forced myself to hit the reset button. I wanted to rebuild our marriage and close the gap that was widening between us. Ronan hadn’t tried to touch me in an intimate way, since he turned his back on me that night. His mind had been elsewhere and I didn’t know if I really wanted to know where.
I blinked the tears away as I heard the garage doors open and Ronan enter the house. I heard him walking up the stairs. I could remember not too long ago when he would have called out to me and the kids the minute he walked through the door. But now, he just creeped in and went straight into his home office or locked himself in the den.
I peeked in the oven at my baking bread and saw it had browned nicely. I donned my oven mitts and removed the piping hot bread from the oven and set it aside to cool. I looked into my pot to check on my steaming vegetables before switching off the stove to go upstairs.
I heard the shower running in the bathroom. I looked over at Ronan’s cell phone that was laying on the nightstand on his side of the bed. I walked over to it and reached my hand towards it to pick it up. The shower shut off in that instant and I jerked my hand back as if I had been burned.
When did I stoop to this level? I silently asked myself, disgusted with my own actions of snooping through my husband’s phone. I sped around to my side of the bed and waited on Ronan to come out.
He soon walked into the room with a towel hanging low on his hips. His thick and wavy chestnut hair was slick from his shower. He looked at me in surprise. Then, his silver gaze radiated with an unreadable look as if secrets lurked beneath their depths.
“Hi,” he said with a distant look in his eyes. If I were a glass, he would be looking straight through me.
A faint red scratch mark was on his chiseled chest. Where did it come from? My eyes searched his face as a lump began to build in my throat. I swallowed before I could even attempt to speak.
“Ho-how was your day Ronan?”
“It was like any other day in the office,” he replied dismissively.
I sucked in my breath from the pain that twisted inside my heart. �
��Did you hurt yourself?” I finally found the strength and asked him while keeping my hurt feelings at bay.
He stopped putting on his clothes to look at me strangely. “What do you mean?” he asked.
“Your chest,” I said pointing. “It has a scratch on it. It’s faint, but I can see it clearly.” My voice sounded accusing, but I couldn’t help it as I eyed him with suspicion.
He looked into my eyes and then quickly looked away. “I don’t know.”
“So, you don’t know how you got scratched?”
“That’s what I said, Ruby.” He hurriedly pulled a tee-shirt over his head hiding the scratch from my sight. “Is dinner ready?”
“Yes, it’s ready,” I replied standing up from the bed. “I’ll go put it on the table,” I added heading out the door.
“Good,” he said to my back. “I feel like I could eat a horse.”
I fumed inside. He didn’t even ask how my day was or how I was feeling. He didn’t inquire about his children whom he was spending less and less time with. All he gave a shit about was his damn dinner.
I stopped at Yasmine’s room and instructed her to wash up for dinner before coming downstairs. I also stopped off at Benedict’s messy room and instructed him to do the same, before continuing my way down the stairs to enter the kitchen.
I set the table in no time. The food was hot and steaming, waiting for my family on the table by the time all three entered the kitchen at once.
“Daddy, I am glad you’re home. I miss having dinner together,” said Yasmine taking her seat at the table.
“Me too,” little Benedict added.
“I’m sorry I’ve been missing so many dinners with you two,” he said halfheartedly as if he was only trying to pacify them. “But you need to understand that it takes hard work to afford the luxuries you have.”
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