Beautiful Fate. CK Marie
“What are you talking about?”
“IAN! That’s what I’m talking about! Since when do you have clients come to our fucking house; and when did you start having dinner dates with them!?” He shouts in anger.
“Shayne stop, I told you he needed to drop off papers. Vince is the one who invited him to stay NOT ME! As for Wednesday, it’s a business meeting, not a dinner date!”
“I don’t care what you call it! I don’t like him! Have Bret go, I don’t want you going!”
“Are you serious? No way Shayne, this is a big account a multi-million dollar big one. Do you know what that commission will do for us? The wedding will be paid off, the car paid off…we can buy our own home, instead of renting this place!”
“Fuck the wedding! We’ll go to the Justice of the Peace! The car only has two years left on payments and this place…this place is our home!”
“You are unreasonable! He’s a client! I already have a signed contract, I am not stepping away from this one! And if you think I’m going to walk down the isle at the JOP…you better think again or you’ll be standing there waiting ALONE!”
“Where do you think you are going!?”
“To the couch…and that’s where I will stay, Shayne…until you realize what an ass you are being!” I shout as I storm out of the bedroom.
I wake at half past five and make my way to the bedroom…Shayne is not there. Maybe he left early for work again; maybe he didn’t sleep. Good, I hope he laid awake all night!
“Good morning Helen,” I say as I walk into the office.
“Yes, it is a good morning.” She says with a big smile.
“What’s got you all cheery this morning?”
“Mr. Braddix is in your office, Bret told him he could wait for you in there.”
Shit, not what I need first thing this morning! “Helen, will you go grab me a double with skim please?”
“Already taken care of, Mr. Braddix took care of us all. He has yours in there with him.”
“Perfect!” I say hiding my sarcasm, as I walk to my office.
“Ian, did you change your mind about Wednesday?”
“Good morning, Vanessa…and absolutely not. We will still be having dinner tomorrow. I just stopped by to thank you again for a lovely evening last night.”
“You didn’t have to come here for that, and besides you thanked me last night.”
“To be honest, I came here just to see you…I need to see you; I need to know more about you.”
“Ian, please don’t…I’ve told you I am not interested. I’m with Shayne,” I hesitate for a split second. “And we are getting married.”
“That doesn’t mean we can’t get to know one another.”
“No it doesn’t, but I think your thoughts on getting to know one another are completely different than mine. So, unless you have business to discuss, I have a very busy day…and I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
“Very well, we shall pick up this conversation tomorrow night. Enjoy your day, Vanessa.”
“You also, Ian.”
I thought this day would never end…two more listings I showed to Katherine, two more houses she found something wrong with. Who gives a fuck if one of the rooms doesn’t have the right color paint! You’re buying it, repaint the damn walls yourself. Not that I would ever say that to her.
Home! Finally! Dinner then relax. I walk into the kitchen and find a note from Shayne taped to the fridge.
Playing ball tonight, will grab a bite to eat on the way home, don’t wait up.
Football, on a Tuesday? Oh well, maybe he’ll get hit hard and have some sense knocked into him for the way he acted last night. Deciding on just a bowl of fruit, I throw a movie in and lay back on the couch.
I’m on my knees, my mouth wrapped around that dick…oh, it feels so good with my tongue swirling around that hard shaft, taking it all the way, the tip pressing into the back of my throat.
Come here, baby…he pulls me up, placing me on top of him. With my legs straddled around his hips, he slowly lowers me onto his dick. My pussy is so wet for him, I slide down onto him with ease, taking him all the way. I grind myself into him…feeling every inch of his long hard cock, my pussy clenching around it. He starts playing with my clit…I can feel my orgasm building up, the pressure squeezing his dick tight inside of me. I pull myself up and slam back down on him, grinding harder against him. I’m so close! I pull up, slam down again… faster…harder…I’m ready to explode!
OH GOD, IAN!
IAN!? WHAT THE FUCK!? I jump up off the couch; looking around I’m alone…it was a dream, but I can feel the slick dampness between my legs. I head to the bathroom, I need to clean up. My first wet dream and it’s with Ian…that man…that man who makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. This can not be a good thing!
Chapter Ten
I turn on the bath and pour in some lavender beads; slipping into the hot water, I lay my head back, my thoughts go directly to the dream. I don’t even know him…why would I have that kind of a dream about him?
Each scene of the dream comes back to me; I’m on top, he has me filled completely with his long hard cock…I’m riding him, up…down...up…down. My sex starts throbbing as if I’m really feeling the sensation running through me.
My hand is sliding down my stomach, my fingers reaching my clit. I’ve never masturbated before…but I don’t stop myself. I slowly slip my fingers into my pussy while the image of Ian laying there under me runs through my head. I see myself grinding harder on his cock while my fingers thrust harder into my pussy. The dream seems so real, I can feel the pressure of my orgasm about to explode…then I hear the front door open…Shit, Shayne is home! I hurry and climb out of the tub…drying off and throwing my robe on. I go out into the living room, to see Shayne pulling a blanket off the back of the couch.
“What are you doing?” I ask him.
“What’s it look like, I’m going to sleep.”
“You’re sleeping on the couch?”
“You are the one who stormed out of the bedroom last night and slept out here remember!”
“Listen, Shayne…we need to talk.”
“Vanessa, it’s late… I’m tired, I really don’t feel like talking…unless you are going to tell me you handed Ian over to Bret and canceled the dinner.”
“Are you serious!? Shayne that’s not going to happen! This is my job, this is what I do! And if I need to have dinner with a client, to discuss business, then that is what I will do!”
“So, you’re telling me that your job is more important to you then how I feel?”
“Shayne, that’s not fair! You know you are important to me.”
“Then you’ll do as I ask?” More of a demand than a question.
“No, Shayne, I will not budge on this. I am not doing anything wrong! You, on the other hand, are being an unreasonable ass!”
“Well then, this ass is sleeping on the couch!”
“You know we are supposed to talk about this, we should be working it out! That’s what couples do! Is this how our marriage is going to be? Anytime we don’t agree, we argue and sleep apart? That’s