Uncomplicated: A Vegas Girl's Tale (10 page)

But, was he really a stranger? Mathis was my husband and while we may have done things completely backwards, whatever
this
was... it clearly worked for us. In some sort of dysfunctional, fucked up way. I guess I should have never expected to do love the right way considering nothing in my life ever gone as planned.

His strong arms wrapped around me as his stubble covered chin rubbed along my neck. His lips grazed my collarbone trailing kisses along their path.

“I think I love you too, Jennifer.”

With his confession a sigh leaves my mouth and my body relaxes against his smooth chest.

“Stop overthinking things, love.”

I just wish it was that easy.

Turning in his arms, I kissed him goodnight once again and begged sleep to take me.

“Love, it’s time to get up.”

In the distance I swore I heard an alarm going off, but after our middle of the night sexcapades, I had no desire to move, let alone get out of bed. My body ached from his possession, but God it hurt so fucking good.

“Ugggghhhhh, go away,” I mumbled while I pulled a pillow over my head. “I don’t wannnnna.” I probably sounded like a little kid who doesn’t want to be dragged out of bed for school but, knowing the entire day was going to be spent with my parents was much worse. I would take another ten years of Catholic school over a day in Las Vegas, with them, and my new husband.

“Jennifer, I have a business dinner tonight. I’d love for you to come with me. Do you think you are up for that?”

I was taken aback by his request. A business dinner? Of course I had done them in the past. Believe it or not, sometimes those skeevy old geezers used to enjoy a little arm candy for more than just a blow job.

“You want me to be your date?” As I finally blinked my eyes open to meet the early morning Vegas sun seeping through the long lush curtains, I can notice the scowl on Mathis’ face.

“No, I don’t want you to be my date. I want you to accompany me as my wife. Which is something you need to get used to, because I have a number of important business deals coming up in the next couple of months.” His tone is short, clipped, and to the point. I haven’t seen him like this very often, but when irate Mathis made an appearance, Jennifer makes her exit.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Mathis.” I slowly sat up in bed, pulling the covers up with me, careful not to expose my naked body. “I’ve been down this road before, but not in this way. I didn’t think you wanted to introduce me as your wife yet. People talk...” I trailed off, but before I can continue the thought, he explodes.

“LET THEM TALK, JENNIFER! You are MY wife. You belong to ME and NO ONE ELSE!” His tone scared me. Irate probably wasn’t a good word to describe him anymore. Furious or even enraged would be better. I knew I had no reason to be scared of him, he has shown me nothing but kindness, but I couldn’t help but cower.

I pulled the sheet off the bed, wrapping it around my body and quickly make a break for the bathroom.

He stood in the corner of the room watching me. His harsh gaze stalked me like a lion would stalk their prey in the wild.

My heart hammered against my chest as I pushed the door closed and locked it.

Am I really hiding behind a locked bathroom door?
I let out a sigh and turn the shower on. That was when I hear it. A faint knock on the door. Without acknowledging him, I quietly pad my feet across the bathroom and listen to the other side of the door.

“Jenny, please open the door. I am sorry,” his voice was quiet. If I wasn’t listening carefully, I would have never heard him. But I didn’t answer. I just listened.

Another, louder knock echoed through the bathroom. I continued to ignore him.

“Jennifer, please. I am begging you. Open the door, let’s talk.”

I could hear a muffled sniffle.
Is he crying?

Every rational thought told me not to open the door, but I found my hand turning the lock to let him in. I took a step back and reached for a towel since the fact that I was naked had slipped my mind. But before I could cover my body, his arms were tightly around me.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for it all to come out like that.” His nose nuzzled into my neck as his embrace tightened. “I want you by my side for everything, Jenny. I mean that. Work, home, pleasure. Everything.” He slowly pulled away and cupped my face in his hands. “I’m sorry if I scared you. The thought of another man with you ever again drives me mad.”

“It’s okay. But, Mathis, I have to get ready. My parents are going to be here in twenty minutes.” I let out a light laugh and he pulled away. As he turned to leave the bathroom, I speak. “And Mathis? I don’t want to think of you with anyone else either.” I winked at him, but even the thought of another woman fawning over him like they were the night we met in his nightclub made me want to vomit all over these perfect tile floors. Maybe I was in as deep as he is?

“Don’t think about it, because it will never happen again, Jennifer. Never.”

The short black cocktail dress Mathis picked out for dinner was perfect. It was long enough to be considered appropriate for a business dinner, but short enough to show off my sexy legs. I was pretty sure we were going to be late when he hoisted me up on the bathroom counter, tugged my panties down and fucked me till he left his come deep inside me. Marking me before he paraded his new trophy for his associates to see.

I shouldn’t be turned on by it. I shouldn’t want to be treated like a possession of his, but if I was being completely honest; it was the hottest thing that ever happened to me. My chest swelled with pride, and love for my stranger of a husband.

My attention bounced around the fancy restaurant as we walked through the rows of tables. It wasn’t until we came to a stop that my heart stopped beating altogether. The floor fell out from under me, and if Mathis wasn’t holding on tightly to my arm I probably would have collapsed on the floor.

“Jennifer, I would like you to meet my business partner in a new project–”

“Jude Emerson,” I finished for him. My heart jumped into my throat and my grip on Mathis’ hand tightened.

“Jennifer?” Jude asked as his eyes jumped from Mathis to me and back to Mathis repeatedly. He was just as confused as I was. Was that hurt behind his cold stare? I couldn’t make out the emotions, but I knew I wanted to flee.

My fight or flight instinct kicked in and my feet started moving in the direction of the exit when my husband’s hand stopped me.

“What are you doing, Jenny?” his voice was quiet, a whisper in my ear. Clearly trying to mask the oncoming quarrel.

Jude continued to watch across the table, looking like a deer in headlights while Lily, the voluptuous brunette from a few nights ago clung tightly to his side.

“Mathis, I have to go. I can’t do this right now.” I tried to tug my hand from his grip, but it wasn’t working.

“Jenny, speak,” his tone was clipped and harsh. I was pissing him off.

I guess honesty was the best policy in a situation like this, because it was all going to come out soon enough. “I fucked them both. Jude, and his lady of the week. Jude has been my client for years, Mathis. I have to go.”

I could only hope my presence didn’t just ruin whatever business deal my husband had on the table.

MINE

(Mathis)

Fuck. Me.

This was not happening. Not fucking happening. Right now. Before my eyes. I thought I had it made. Thought tonight would be perfect but as I watched my wife look at Jude Emerson with horror, I caught something else in her gaze. Her eyes heated, slightly, but it was obvious enough that it made my skin crawl. My bones vibrated in my body at the thought of her fucking another man. I knew it happened. Knew I would probably meet one of them someday but for it to be Jude fuckin’ Emerson made me want to dive across the table and break his face.

I wasn’t even upset over the fact that she fucked both him and his girl. It was him.
Him
. It irritated the shit out of me. He knew what Jennifer liked. Knew the sounds of ecstasy that left her lips. Knew what she fucking looked like when she came. He was a dirt ball. Good business man but that was it. I couldn’t stand the fucker, even more so now since finding out he fucked my wife.

“Mathis. Please, let me go,” Jennifer whispered, interrupting my thoughts.

“Why?” Was she ashamed? Did she have feelings for the asshole? My jaw clenched, sensing that Jude was drilling holes into the back of my head.

“Because…I…” She chewed her bottom lip, her gaze darting behind me.

I pinched her chin. “Look at
me
.”

She swallowed and tried shoving her head out of my grip, but I wasn’t having any of it. I gripped her jaw and leaned into her face.

Jennifer frowned. “I...”

“Talk,” I snapped. I didn’t mean to have it come out so harsh but my thoughts were fucked up. If this was the Stone Age or if we were animals, I would push her to the ground and fuck her into next week, letting Jude know that she was
mine
.

My body stirred. Shit! Later. I would show
her
later.

She licked her lips. “Mathis.”

I shook my head, ridding myself of those thoughts. “Talk to me. Please.”

“I don’t want to ruin your business dinner.”

“If you leave, it will be ruined,” I said, placing a soft kiss on her mouth.

She sighed, relaxing against me. “I know my place. I—”

“You’re place is with me. By
my
side. I don’t care who you fucked before me.” That was a lie but she didn’t need to know that at the moment. “We both have ex-lovers but that’s what they are, exes. You are
mine
, Jennifer.”

She nodded.

“Now join me.” I pulled away and entwined our fingers before turning back to Jude and his date.

Jennifer gripped my arm, standing a few feet behind me.

I frowned and pulled her beside me. “I said, by my side, love,” I whispered in her ear.

“Well now I never thought I would see this fucking day. Jenny Sunshine settling down or is he another one of your clients?” Jude teased, leaning back in the seat as he wrapped a hand around his Lily.

My body buzzed. What I wouldn’t do to punch that smug smile off of his too pretty face. “This is a business meeting,” I said, sitting across from him. “You will only address me, not my wife.”

Jude’s eyes widened. “Wife? What the fuck, Jenny? I thought you would be single forever.”

Jennifer bristled as she sat down beside me. She looked away, her cheeks reddening but not before she placed her hand on my knee.

That small touch soothed the racing adrenaline that was soaring through me and I took a breath.

“I can’t—”

“Hey!” I slapped the table, making the glasses bounce.

The women jumped and I could feel eyes on me but I didn’t fucking care. I wasn’t dealing with this guy’s shithead attitude. I didn’t need the business deal that badly.

Jude’s gaze shot to mine, the corners of his lips turning up.

“You want to talk to her? You go through me. Don’t look at her. Don’t even fucking breathe the same air as her or I will break your fucking face. You hear me?” I said, lowering my voice enough that the people around us wouldn’t hear.