Aurora
With each step I took, the two sides of my personality conflicted. I kept telling myself to show him I was not to be ignored. Another side told me I was being a complete and total bitch. I needed to go back to the room.
The rebel inside me kept on walking.
Being the good girl had gotten me trapped in a loveless marriage, where I spent most of my days attached to his side.
He still had all the women in the world around him. For all I knew, he had a dozen mistresses. He may take me everywhere, but that didn’t stop him from being with anyone.
Stepping into the nightclub, I pressed my back against the nearest wall.
The rebellious side of me was suddenly a little afraid.
I’d never been to a nightclub as a customer, or participated in the dancing. The air was hot. The energy in the room pulsed around me, startling me.
The music was loud. There were no songs, just a constant thumping noise. The people in the nightclub were going a little crazy. The drinks flowed.
I stayed by the door, knowing I needed to escape.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Slavik. He held the woman’s shoulders, and I didn’t give myself time to analyze what I was doing. Rather than go onto the dance floor and make a fool of myself, which would have been a lot of fun.
No, I decided, in these murderous heels, to cross my path all the way to the bar where Slavik stood.
I made sure I was at his side so he saw it was me as I ran my hands up his body. “Hey, baby, I was getting so lost without you. There are so many men here who want me to dance, but I told them my card is full.” What the fuck was I saying? I hated the words spilling from my lips, but they were the first ones that came to me.
He’s going to kill you. This is a mistake. You should just turn away and leave.
This was all good advice, but I didn’t take any of it.
“Who is this?” I asked.
“She’s leaving.”
With that, I stepped forward, gripping the back of his neck, pulling him down toward my lips. I expected him to fight me. To make me look like an idiot, but his lips brushed against mine and I couldn’t help but moan.
One of his hands went to the curves of my ass, and I gasped as he pulled me close. His cock was still soft, but the moment he had my body flush against his, I felt him start to harden.
Breaking the kiss, I had to keep in control. I was so bored. Holding his hand, I led him out to the dance floor, ignoring the redhead completely as I asked him to dance with me.
Here was the problem. I couldn’t dance.
I noticed the crowd parted for him.
No one got in his way. Did the world around him know who he was, or were the rumors enough to keep him safe?
With the music causing a heavy beat in the air, I paused on the dance floor, but I shouldn’t have panicked.
Slavik wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close.
I released a gasp as he kept one hand on my ass, and the other lay loose at his side, but I knew better. Slavik was ready for any kind of attack.
Neither of us spoke.
The music filled the silence as he took control. We danced together, and it was more like I humped him, but he didn’t let me go, and I liked being in his arms.
I wanted to know who the woman was. Why she felt she could touch my husband. I was pissed off. Slightly humiliated.
Had he come down to speak to one of his whores? Had I kept him from getting his release?
“Who was she?” I asked.
“No one.”
“She didn’t look like no one.”
We were having to scream.
He grabbed my hand, and even as I fought him, he won. Of course, he did.
We moved toward the door I came out of. He didn’t take me to his office, instead, he pressed me up against the wall.
“I told you to stay upstairs in your office.”
“You’re welcome. Or did I interrupt your foreplay with your whore?” I asked.
Jealousy was an ugly word. One I couldn’t stand.
I stared at him and he tutted.
“You didn’t interrupt anything.”
“Then who was she?” I asked.
“I don’t owe you anything.”
“No, of course not. I’m the wife you’ve been saddled with. Let’s face it, you don’t want me. You’ve never wanted me. You’re probably getting your fix with all of the other women, right?” I needed to keep better control of my temper, but once I started, I couldn’t seem to stop. “I’m supposed to live with you having a lover, a mistress, but the one guy who showed any interest in me at all, he had to die!”
Slavik slammed his palm over my mouth, silencing me. “Be careful what you speak of.”
He pulled out his cell phone, and within a matter of seconds, I was bundled into the back of a car, and the driver was ordered to take me to the penthouse suite.
I’d guess our argument was over.
I was never going to think of his apartment as home again.