by T. L Smith
My head starts shaking slowly.
Nope, he wouldn’t know that!
I would know before him. Surely?
“How would you know?” It’s a stupid question when I say it because he watches everything I do. He knows things before I even do.
“You skipped your period, Freya… your breasts are sore.”
I push him away when he tries to hold me. “I can’t be.”
Then I start calculating in my head to my last period.
Fuck!
My boobs are sore, but that comes and goes.
I look up to him when I realize what he may be saying is true, and he knows the minute I realize it because his arms wrap around me.
“Fuck, I don’t want a baby yet, Viktor. We don’t even have a house. I don’t want Patrick having my child…”
He calms me with a kiss to my lips. “None of that will happen. The house will be ready before the baby, just breathe.”
I do, taking a deep cleansing breath then straighten my dress again.
“Okay, okay, let’s go back.”
“We can go.”
I shake my head. “No, it’s fine, let’s go out. I’m not going to drink, though, just in case,” I tell him and he nods his head in agreement.
How is it possible I never noticed? I want to pull my hair out.
“I love you, little bird.”
I stop, knowing it’s the truth and kiss him hard. My hands are on his cheeks. Standing on my tippee toes, I kiss him because I really do love him.
Chapter 27
Viktor
It didn’t go to plan like I thought it would. I wasn’t meant to blurt it out, I was working her up to the idea because I knew she would freak, and she hasn’t even freaked in full yet. I think that will happen once she knows for sure, once she sees a doctor. She doesn’t touch a drink for the rest of the night, and she filters between me and her friend Angelina. She feels bad for her even fully knowing that nothing could come out of it.
“Fuck, that’s her,” Anton says.
I watch my wife, she’s bending over whispering in Elina’s ear with a smile on her face, her ass right in viewing pleasure. I need to take her home already. Obviously, he gets pissed that I ignore him and elbows me in the ribs for full attention. I turn to him with a scrunched-up face.
“What the fuck, man?” he shakes his head and points to the bar, I turn looking in that direction and don’t see anything out of the ordinary.
“You want to go to the bar?” I ask him confused, he elbows me again.
“Fuck, you’re a dumb cunt tonight. Do you ever listen to me anymore? Or am I going to have to disown your title of BFF and become BFF’s with Death. I’m sure he would be happy to have me every day.”
“Like fuck, you can keep that fucker,” Death responds overhearing him. Anton gives Death the finger.
“You love me, you big piece of shit.” He turns back to me and points again.
“Look, short shorts that her ass are hanging out from. Boots on, pitch black hair… look you fucker,” he tells me getting in my face.
I’m intrigued with the way he’s speaking about her, he never explains anyone, it’s just ‘look at that hooker.’ I turn looking for the woman he’s describing and see her leaning up on the countertop, a trail of men standing behind her watching her bend over. I smirk because she looks like she’s going to be fun for him. I turn back to see him tucking his shirt in and straightening it out.
“You fucked her?” I ask him, he nods his head fast.
“I wanted seconds, but she told me to fuck off.” I laugh inside, yep, they will be fun that’s for sure. “I’m going over there, I plan to take her tonight.” He walks past us and Freya comes to sit next to me watching him as well, I pull her up so she has to sit in my lap.
“What’s he doing?” she asks watching him with me. I point to the black-haired girl.
“Someone has their first crush,” I tell her, she looks back then swings around to me.
“She’s upset,” she whispers.
“She was warned,” I tell her looking back to Anton. She nods her head knowing full well Angelina knew what to expect. She even tried hitting on Death when she first met him. He walks up behind her, making all the guys disappear, so only he’s left behind her. He rubs his hands together and waits for her to turn around. She takes too long and he taps her on the ass. She looks over her shoulder then climbs down from speaking to the person she was talking to, her face has recognition as she looks at him then turns back around to ignore him. He slaps her again, she turns fast, faster than he can realize what she’s about to do. She takes a step to him and her hand goes to his shoulder, she lifts her knee and comes into contact with his balls.
“Oh fuck!” Kazier’s voice rings out.
When I turn around I see everyone is watching him. He drops half way to the ground, while she leans down and whispers something in his ear then walks off. It takes him a moment to stand, he looks over to us and manages to stumble his way over. He sits down next to us while we all try to contain our laughter.
“I think I’m in love,” he announces. Reaching for his drink.
“She kicked you… in your balls,” Freya says scrunching up her forehead. “I don’t think she feels the same way,” she finishes telling him.
“She loves me, she doesn’t realize it yet.” He smirks.
I notice Angelina stand and walk off, her face red with tears.
“Fuckity fuck,” Freya says going to stand. I hold her down keeping her with me.
“Don’t… let her be. She needed to see that there was no outcome from their one night.”
She nods her head leaning back into me again.
“Tomorrow at one o’clock,” Kazier says to me while standing, he pulls his wife up with him.
“No,” I tell him.
Freya straightens up in my lap, she starts picking at her nails. I’ve never told him no, but now I seem to be making a habit of it and will be from now on.
He nods his head looking down to Freya then back to me. “The following day?” he asks pinning me with a stare. I nod my head in agreement and as soon as he leaves, Freya turns to me.
“Why did you say no?”
I cup her face. “Because we need to see a doctor.”
She smirks. “I’m liking you a lot more each day, did you know that?”
I smile at her. “I fucking love you, more and more each day. Did you know that?”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, just fuck off and have sex already,” Anton groans next to us still holding his balls.
She kisses my lips then leans to him. “You should be chasing her you know.”
“She won’t fucking talk to me,” he complains to Freya.
“Maybe stop being a male slut and talk human to her, not like an object you just want to fuck.”
I don’t say anything because I know the exact words he’s about to spit out.
“But I do want to fuck her,” he complains. He sounds serious and hurt, and we can’t help but laugh at him.
“Do you even know her name?” Pollie asks.
He turns to her as he answers. “Nope, haven’t got a fucking clue.”
This time it’s Death who shakes his head. “I do.”
We all look at him in surprise. He doesn’t know anyone. How the fuck would he know her?
“Samara… and I would be very careful around her. She isn’t your average woman,” he says standing and pulling Pollie up with him. She hugs into his side and Anton stands grabbing his shoulder to stop him from moving, to which Death looks at him like a disease.
“Tell me where I can find her?”
Death pushes his hand off of him and shakes his head. Anton leans in and grabs hold of his nipple ring they pierced together.
“I’ll pull it off,” he threatens him.
“I wouldn’t bother, he’d like it,” Pollie whispers quietly.
Death smirks and Anton drops his hand.
“You sick fuck,” he g
rumbles sitting back next to us.
Pollie says her goodbyes as they take off leaving us three sitting here. I grab the remote and turn it on one last time before we leave, knowing I’ll have her all night long. She starts squirming on my lap, then making sounds.
“Your wife is having a seizure,” Anton grumbles moving back in his seat away from us. I laugh and kiss her shoulder as she holds tight on my leg digging her nails in.
“I need to go home,” she says in between heavy breathing.
“Damn right you do. I don’t want you dying in front of me. I won’t be cleaning that shit up. Go and follow Death if you want to die.”
I pick her up and carry her all the way out of the club. She clings to my shirt with her mouth biting through it. When I place her in the car I press stop on the remote and she sighs in relief when I climb in. As I start to drive she moves her belt around and brings her head over to me. Undoing my pants she pulls my stiff dick out, and without another word she starts sucking hard, giving me my own sweet torture because she knows I can’t touch her in return.
This is my life.
This is my wife.
And I couldn’t have asked for a better outcome, ever.
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