She Was Mine: An Incapable Novella

by Marie Skye

  I did know that, but at the same time, I wanted to not know if it was going to end up ripping my heart out. I finally looked up at him. “Saturday. We can meet up Saturday.”

  He nodded eagerly and slightly smiled. “Okay.”

  I cleared my throat. “I’ll see if someone can take Emersyn for a few hours so we can talk.”

  He slightly frowned, but nodded nonetheless. “Okay. I’ll be here Saturday morning.” He paused. “I can stay the night tonight. Make sure everything is okay and that you feel safe.” I bit my bottom lip as I thought it over. I knew he was going to try everything he could to worm his way in. “I’ll sleep in one of the guestrooms if that makes you feel better.” After a brief consideration, I finally gave him a nod. The twinkle in his eye was practically blinding.

  Grayson picked the room closest to ours. I got ready for bed and kept staring at the closed door. I wanted him back in our bed. I wanted him back. But, I knew it wasn’t going to be that easy. I finally shut off the light and got into bed.

  15

  Grayson

  There was no way in hell I would be able to get a good night’s rest knowing Emmalin was on the other side of the wall. I ached just to touch her. I looked at the bedside clock. It was after two in the morning. I got up and crept to the door, opening it slowly. I went and checked on Flick, who was sleeping peacefully. I walked past our bedroom door at least ten times, before I finally placed my hand on the doorknob. I smiled when I realized she hadn’t locked it.

  Even sleeping she looked troubled. She was wrapped around one of my pillows. Fuck it. I’m getting into bed with my wife. I stealthily moved the pillow from her embrace and took its spot. She moved slightly, before fluttering her eyes open. Her eyes widened briefly when she saw me in bed. I leaned down, inhaling her scent. Lavender. She always smelled of lavender.

  She started to push me off of her, and I raised up slightly. Her eyes were filled with two things -rage and lust. She opened her mouth to say something, but slapped me instead. I didn’t move; I laid there and took it. She slapped me again, this time a bit harder, but I also knew she was holding back. That’s how I knew she was still with me.

  “Keep going. Use your anger on me,” I whispered to her. She slapped me again, and two more times after that. We were both breathing heavy, and I was hard as fuck. I bit back a moan as I rubbed against her. She swung her hand back again, preparing to hit me again, but instead brought her hand up to my face, pulling me down and crashed her mouth against mine.

  She bit my bottom lip as I tried to take control, which only surged me on more. She looked at me with such venom - I knew she was going to make me fight for it. And fight I would. Retaliating, I sat up and tore her tank top in two and immediately latched on to a nipple. She cried out as I bit her hard. She managed to roll us both over, to where she was on top and again she went to slap me, but I held her arms at her side as I latched on to her other breast. She muffled a moan, and I rolled us back over and quickly pulled her pajama bottoms down.

  She tried kicking me away, but with me in between her legs, it was useless. I used one arm to pin her arms above her head and the other flicked her panties to the side. Fuck me, she was drenched. I ripped them the rest of the way off and thrusted three fingers in as she arched her back letting out that moan I’ve been dying to hear. “We fight it out…we fuck it out,” I breathed into her neck, before biting down and repositioning her to on her side.

  “Fuck you!” She spat at me. I chuckled as I hurriedly freed my cock.

  “No, baby. Fuck you.” I thrusted into the hilt, and we both gasped. I held myself still, feeling the warmth and tightness around my cock. “Fuck, that’s good.” With her hands still bound in one hand, my other hand went to her clit. Her wet, sloppy clit.

  After a few thrusts, she whispered. It was a whisper but I fucking heard it. “Is this how you fucked her?”

  I momentarily stilled just at the fact that those words came from her mouth. Her boldness, defiant self, never ceased to amaze me. She was always good at provoking me. But, that sure as fuck didn’t stop the rage that soared through me. I glanced down at her. “Hate fuck it is then.”

  I wrapped one leg over her, pinning her leg closed, making her exquisitely tighter and slammed into her. I didn’t even pull out - just kept slamming my cock deeper into her pussy. “You want to say things to me you know nothing about?” I growled into her ear, before biting down. Her yelp had me pushing in deeper. Was I hurting her? Probably. Did I give a shit? At that moment? Fuck no, because I knew the moment her pussy clamped down on me, she was going to be gone.

  She tried moving away, but I held her down in a bruising grip. She wanted me to unleash? Well I would give her just that. “You want me to fuck you like you’re nothing? Like you’re a whore that doesn’t mean shit to me?!” I punctuated each word with a forceful thrust. I was going to make her feel me deep in her womb.

  “How about if I fucked you like I didn’t love you? As if I never loved you?” She jumped with each thrust I gave her, and I leaned over licking the tears that were now falling. I swiveled my hips, my cock barely pulling out. Our skin where we were joined was flush together. “Is that what you want? For me to treat you like you’re nothing? Do you want me to stop? You know what to say to make me stop! But feeling the way your pussy is gushing has me thinking otherwise.”

  I finally pulled out and rolled her to her back. She barely had time to take a breath, before I pushed my way back in. Her face was tear stricken as she stared up at me. I pounded into her, brutally hard, using her body as a vessel for pleasure. Her eyes never left mine, as my hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing tighter than I normally would. “If you want me to stop, raise your hand.”

  I kept thrusting as I squeezed tighter. I could feel her pussy starting to quiver around me. I gripped her neck tighter, and I could see her eyes starting to flutter. “Make me stop! Make me fucking stop!” She was so wet, she was coating my thighs, and I could feel her pussy trying to pull me in. Right when I thought she was about to raise her hand to tell me to stop, she simply laid her hand ever so gently on my chest and slowly tapped with her finger three times. And that’s when I knew. She was telling me she loved me. She didn’t take her eyes off of mine, as her eyes started to close and her hand started to slip away from my chest.

  I finally let go, and her eyes grew wide as she took a breath. On her first exhale, she came. She came so hard, her pussy gushed, practically covering us both. My mouth sealed over hers, stealing any breaths she had to take, releasing as deep inside of her as I could. The beast inside of me was fully out as I consumed her body, taking everything I could. I finally collapsed on top of her. Her pussy was still contracting, making me moan as it pulled more from me I didn’t even know I had.

  We both laid there breathing heavily. “I could never fuck you like that, because I’ll always love you,” I whispered in her ear. “You mean everything to me. Everything.” I slowly raised myself to look into her eyes, so she knew I meant it.

  She lifted her head and kissed me. But not just any kiss. A kiss that told me she felt the same way. A kiss that told me I had her soul and she had mine. A kiss that made me hard again. And even though she was already filled with my seed, I was going to spend the rest of the night filling her over and over again.

  16

  Emmalin

  I snuggled into Grayson more and moaned. His hand came up to me. “You okay?”

  I yawned as I tried to find a comfortable spot. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was just after six in the morning. One hour. One hour of sleep was all I got. Or, maybe I should say, all Grayson allowed me, as he took me over and over again. “I feel like I ran a marathon, and I’m sore all over,” I groaned, trying to move again, but he held me close. I was hot and unbelievably sticky. We both were. Grayson made sure he spread his cum not only in me, but all over me, as well. “Branding what’s mine,” he’d said.

  He peered over to check the baby monitor. Emersyn was
still asleep. He got up, pulling me with him. “Come on, let’s shower.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “Fine, but just a shower.”

  He pulled me into the bathroom with him and smirked. “Of course, just a shower.”

  Turns out, that was a lie. We emerged almost a full hour later, and I felt even more drained and worn out than before. I stood as Grayson slowly dried me off, making it as erotic as he could. “What happened to just a shower?”

  He peered up at me, as he ran the towel up and down my legs. “It was. It just so happened to involve taking you two more times.” I rolled my eyes, and he stood up, pulling me to him with a sigh. “I know you’re thinking that none of this makes up for what has been going on this week, and we still need to talk - we will do that. I just need you to know that you have me a hundred percent. I’m not going anywhere, and I’ll do everything to make it right.”

  I nodded wanting to believe him. We quickly got dressed, and by then Emersyn had woken up and Grayson, helped her get ready, since Magda was coming to pick her up for a play date with Gwen’s twins. I would finally be able to get some much-needed work done since I was behind.

  At lunch, I took a break, needing to stretch my legs. I was able to go out the back entrance without being seen and took a stroll to the nearest park with a cup of vegetable soup. I was just finishing when someone sat down next to me. I felt my blood go cold, and not just because it was cold outside.

  “Emmalin. I’ve been wanting to speak with you, I hope you don’t mind me being here.” Yes. Yes, I did fucking mind. Claudia turned more toward me and looked me up and down as if she was assessing me.

  “What do you want?”

  “I figured this was the perfect opportunity to chat about the indiscretions with our guy.” I narrowed my eyes at the way she said “our guy”.

  I cleared my throat. “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage, Claudia. For one, you’re thinking that my husband belongs to you.”

  She lightly laughed. “Grayson and I have been seeing each other since I came on board. I mean, why else would he hire me as Chief Marketing Officer and it wasn’t my skill set?” She flicked back her hair. “We weren’t just coworkers- we have something.”

  “Or maybe you’re just a delusional bitch,” I countered back with a smile.

  She tsked. “Jealousy isn’t a becoming trait for you.” She stood up. “You need to let him go, otherwise things will get worse for you.” She paused. “And for that gorgeous little girl of yours, or maybe I should claim her.”

  Before she finished her sentence, I stood up, and somehow, my hand “accidentally” glided across her face, knocking her sunglasses off the top of her big ass head. She stumbled back a bit. Before I could say anything else, a flash interrupted my thoughts. Several cameras in fact.

  “You’ll pay for that,” she seethed. She turned to the cameras. “Did you see that? The desperate little house wife, attacking her husband’s girlfriend. Maybe she’s the one with the anger issues.” She kept her hand on her cheek and walked away as if I basically hit her with a car. I wish I had.

  I got up with the intention to go after her. “Mrs. Mandrake.”

  I stopped at the calling of my name and looked behind me. Hawkins was making his way to me, but I didn’t care. I kept going. “Claudia!” She didn’t slow down her gait as I ran after her. I was just about to grab her long white blonde hair, when I was grabbed from behind and jerked back and basically restrained.

  “What are you doing?! Let me go, Hawkins!”

  “What are you doing?” he growled in my ear. “You were given direct orders not to go anywhere without security and here you are doing it again.”

  I finally shrugged out of his arms and turned to face him. “Leave me the fuck alone! I don’t answer to you, and I sure as fuck don’t answer to your boss.” I seethed out, storming past him as I tried to ignore the cameras circling around us.

  I wrapped my arms around myself, making my way back to the condo and keeping my head down, ignoring everything and everyone around me. By the time I got inside, I had ten missed calls from Grayson, as well as a few texts. I ignored every single one of them.

  I remained just standing in the middle of the room. Next thing I knew, the elevator opened and Grayson walked out. His eyes were dark as he took me in. Before he could speak, I held up my hand.

  “Stop! I don’t want to hear your shit right now, Grayson.”

  He took off his suit jacket and started rolling up his sleeves. “Emmalin, I told you not to go out there…”

  “Without someone. Yes, I know.”

  His eyes narrowed. “Then why the fuck are you disobeying me?”

  As he moved closer, I took the keys I still held in my hand and threw them at him. He almost didn’t have time to duck as they flew right past his head into the wall. He looked back at me completely stunned.

  “She approached me, Grayson! Me! I was minding my own damn business, and she approached me.” I felt myself tearing up, but I couldn’t deal with that. Not here, not yet. “She told me things.” I whispered.

  “Don’t listen to anything she tells you. She’s only…”

  “Did you hire her, even though she wasn’t qualified for the job? You gave her the CMO position, right?”

  His eyes left mine briefly. “She wasn’t exactly qualified no, but with her resume and with her previous work experience, she was given the job.”

  We were interrupted by Grayson’s phone ringing. I turned my back, shaking my head as I sat on the couch. With my eyes on Grayson and his mood instantly changing to anger, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.

  “Send them to me!” I sat listening to the one-sided phone conversation. “I don’t give a fuck, I want to see them!”

  He hung up, pacing with the occasional glance to me. Finally, his phone dinged, and he looked at it. After a few minutes, he held his phone up. “There’s a nice video of you slapping Claudia leaking online as I speak.” I smirked. I didn’t give a shit. In fact, I should download it, and play it over and over again.

  He studied his phone and frowned. “Hawkins found you.”

  He didn’t ask it as a question. He clearly knew Hawkins found me. I stood up. “I have work to do. Feel free to leave anytime.”

  “What is that supposed to mean.”

  I stopped at the door but didn’t turn around to face him. “It means, we should talk on Saturday like we agreed.”

  17

  Grayson

  She was sure as hell lucky that tomorrow was Saturday. I went back to work irritated, and even more on edge than I was before. The media was getting worse. Not only that, but the people at the office were giving those looks. The look that said I was fucking everything up.

  I couldn’t even focus as more pictures of Claudia and me together started circling. I needed this shit to stop. I needed this shit to go away.

  * * *

  Saturday came, and Emmalin decided to meet at work, which was fine, because my lawyers would be there to answer anything I couldn’t. She was stiff the entire time and didn’t say much. I held her hand tightly as she sat and listened, as well as peering at the pictures being set out in front of us.

  “It’s more than likely that this is all just a way to get money from Mr. Mandrake.”

  Emmalin glanced up at Francisco, one of the lawyer’s present. “Stop.” That was the first word she’d spoken since she arrived. Everyone froze, waiting for her to continue. Her grip around my hand, loosened, but I wasn’t letting her let go. Not now, not ever. “You said more than likely, so you’re not completely sure?”

  Syed spoke up. ‘We’re very sure, Mrs. Mandrake.”

  Her hand slammed on the table. “But that’s not what you said.” She looked to Francisco. “You said more than likely. Is there evidence somewhere that what this woman is putting out there could have cause to be true?”

  “No!” I yelled way too loudly but quickly reigned myself in. “Baby, no. None of it is true.” S
he gave me a small smile that she was trying to pass off as genuine, but it was anything but.

  “Mr. Mandrake, we do have video from Paris.” We watched as Syed turned the laptop around and hit play. I basically held my breath the entire time as I took in her expression. We watched as I sat at the bar, right by Claudia. I winced at the amount of intimate touches that went on. What I had perceived as an innocent touch here and there, I could see how any other person could perceive it differently.

  The last video was of me going into Claudia’s room just before midnight…and emerging shirtless at around six in the morning. Sometime later, Claudia came out, wearing my button down. All of this looked shitty and sure as hell didn’t paint me in the best light.

  “Mr. Mandrake, these will be some of the questions that will be asked.” I nodded preparing myself for the slaughter my lawyers were about to present to me.

  “When did you begin a relationship with Claudia Schaffer?”

  “The only relationship between Ms. Schaffer and I has been on a professional level.”

  “And that answer may seem perfect, but you’re only opening yourself up to admitting that you did have a relationship with Ms. Schaffer. At all possible, exclude the word relationship from your admission.”

  This went on for two hours. Me answering questions. The lawyers rewording the questions, to see if my answers would change, and how any of it could conflict or portray me in a bad light. After everyone left, it was just me and Emmalin. She looked distant and even more worn out than I felt.

  My hand went to her nape, pulling her closer to me. “This will be over soon, I promise.” She nodded giving me a sad smile. I pulled her into my lap. “Talk to me,” I whispered against her.

  “I believe you, I’m just…” she sighed trying to gather her thoughts. I could see her battling a war with herself. One side of her is trying to act like everything is okay, and that she's strong, and that she can handle this. But, on the other hand, she's completely conflicted. And for good reason no doubt. I just wish I had the power to take her from all of this. “It’s a lot to take in. While everything may have been innocent, you have to admit there were instances where it didn’t appear innocent. How many other women will step forward claiming the same thing?”