Allie hadn’t seen Rachel since she came back home. Had the bitch given up? Well, if she hadn’t yet, she was up for a fight because Allie wasn’t going to let anyone take her husband away.
Six hours ago, Luke had gone to work. Surprisingly, he’d been affectionate towards her since the incident. She wouldn’t say she didn’t like it, she loved it. She loved that side of Luke so much. She had to tell him how she felt. Even if their marriage wasn’t built on proper foundations, at least she could make it right. She could make Luke fall for her like the last seven years.
As she thought to herself, she heard the door open and shit face Rachel walked in.
In seconds, Allie was in Rachel’s face
“What the fuck was that shit you pulled a day before yesterday, huh? Spiking my husband’s coffee and taking advantage of his drunken state?” She howled
A smirk curved round Rachel’s lips. “I actually didn’t take advantage of him, it was a mutual something”
“The next time you pull something as nasty as what you did, I’ll –”
“Hit me? Throw me out? You know what will happen if you do. Luke’s tape goes viral and you lose your baby after I beat you to a pulp”
Allie snickered. “I wasn’t going to say that, Rachel ” she moved menacingly close. “but let’s see how you try”
“You have no idea of what I’m capable of doing, do you?” Said Rachel. “those men I sent didn’t do a good job of terminating your pregnancy but I will”
“What men?” Allie raised an eyebrow
“The thugs? You were jogging?”
Allie stifled a reaction to Rachel’s evil revelations. So this bitch was responsible for the attack on her. She restrained herself from jamming her nails into Rachel’s eyes.
She just forced out a laugh instead
“I loved the way Luke swooped in to rescue me” she beamed. “as always”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Luke won’t always be there to rescue you. After all you guys aren’t in a real marriage. It’s a contract right? He pays your broke ass for you to stay married to him”
Allie paled “how did you know?”
“Oh, I know everything that goes around wherever I am. I also know how to breed your weak marriage” she snorted
Allie held her head high. “although our relationship may be contractual, there’s still love in it. Better than your failed marriage”
Rachel laughed. “you mean sex, my dear, don’t mistake sex for love”
Allie winced at that.
“You know, you really are clueless. Luke and I go way back and the moment I confess my feelings to him, there’ll be no more insecurities in our marriage” Allie bragged
“Before you do that, I’d have succeeded in separating you guys. Don’t underestimate me.”
“Don’t underestimate me too!” Allie snarled
“You know, Allie, I love challenges. And I never lose them”
Before Allie could give Rachel a befitting comeback, the door to the house opened and Luke came in.
“Welcome baby, how was work?” Both Rachel and Allie chorused
He glared daggers at Rachel.
“Good. How are you” he asked Allie
Smirking at Rachel, Allie hooked her arm in Luke’s and they both headed up the stairs.
She stuck out her tongue at Rachel in a childish way. It served her right. Luke was hers and no one else.
“What were you and Rachel playing at?” He raised an eyebrow
“Nothing” she smiled. “how was work?”
“Stressful as hell. My head hurts” he groaned.
“Sit. Let me massage the pain away” she said and he sat.
She faced him and her fingers began to massage his temple sinuously.
“Your hands are like heaven” he groaned
“Do you remember the first time I did this?” She smiled as she went down memory lane. She was still his secretary then and he absolutely loathed her
“Yes I do” he whispered and they locked stares, sexual tension evident in the atmosphere.
A deep inner trembling was still afflicting her and she was uncomfortably aware of the damp ache between her thighs and the stinging tightness of her nipples. When he touched her he turned her inside out and she loved it.
Luke focused on her slender, graceful figure, noticing how the silky strands of her hair shone in the sunshine. Renewed desire pierced his tough hide like the point of a dagger sliding between his ribs.
She tensed as his dark head lowered, eyes wide glimmering with longing, breathing stilled. He wouldn’t get any enjoyment out of it, she promised herself.
Luke took her mouth in an explosion of silencing heat, his dark head blocking out the light, his hands on her shoulders hard and rough. The heat was like a red-hot wire shooting through her and she gripped his arms.
Her hands curled into fists and struck blindly out at his chest. In response, he darted a powerful hand under her limbs and flattened her to the bed. There was a rich, enveloping darkness beckoning behind her closed eyelids and she knew what it was and she fought it, struggling for breath, for control, for anything that would wipe out the sensations he was making her to feel.
But her body was treacherous in pursuit of those same sensations. Her nipples tautened into tight little buds, her thighs trembled and every inch of her quivered with anticipation. Excitement was taking over in hot, drugging little spirals that peaked as he stabbed his tongue deep into the moist interior of her mouth. Her hands tangled in his hair and she kissed him back, passionately and wildly, twisting up to him to get closer.
Hard hands wrenched the dress from her shoulders, down her arms, effectively imprisoning her, and she couldn’t bear it, her hands tugging for freedom from the sleeves. But no sooner had she freed herself than he pinned her wrists to the sheet with an earthy sound of amusement.
The tip of his tongue flicked over the thrust of one swollen nipple and a sob of tortured sound escaped her. His lips enclosed the aching bud slowly, teasingly, and her back arched, her teeth gritting.