Chapter 20
Irene’s POV
As I stepped into the huge house, I couldn’t help but glance around to admire the interior design of the place. It was intricate and exuded luxury and comfort. It was somewhere one could call home.
But not me. I can’t call this place home. It’s just a temporary shelter for the time being.
“What do you
think?” I heard the door shut behind me, and I saw Damien drop the car key on a bowl that was obviously designed for keys.
“It’s a beautiful space. Nice purchase. Good investment,” I replied, my gaze leaving his body to look around the house again, noticing the expensive furnishings.
“Thank you, Is it to your taste though?” He questioned, walking closer to me. But I walked towards the red bean bag fd been eyeing and plopped on it with a loud sigh.
“Anything comfortable is my taste. So yeah, I like it, I told him with a shoulder shrug. I couldn’t care less if he brought me to a hut, as long as it was safe and secured.
“How can I reach Delores and Charlie?” I asked, thinking about my son, I didn’t get to see him since earlier this morning.
“They are going to be with Steven tonight. So all we have to do is call Steven to talk to them. Your things are with Delores as well, Damien replied, taking a seat on the nearest couch to him.
Still looks like a top–notch model in his suit.
“That’s good. Thanks for being meticulous. I gave him a small smile.
“My pleasure.” He waved me off.
“When can we call them?” I asked, wanting to check up on Charlie and Delores.
“Later this evening, once they leave the venue. The reporters are still going to hang around for a while before leaving,” he answered and nodded.
We fell into silence as there was nothing else to discuss with each other. It was the same feeling in the car when awkwardness reeked in the air.
I half liked it, and half hated it.
Damien suddenly got up and my eyes snapped towards his moving figure. He groaned as he began pulling off his suit.
Then he unbuckled his white shirt and pulled it off.
And there were a few things that threw me off balance while almost drooling as if he was a delicious meal.
The fact that his muscles were rippling and he now has a tattoo on his left rib side. It was like two flowers intertwining. And his initials were at the bottom of the flowers.
“Like what you see, uh?” He quizzed and I immediately closed my agape mouth that was almost drooling.
Was he trying to seduce me? Tempt me on purpose?
Or was I just being a needy woman who hasn’t had sex in forever
I was not interested in other men, so I never really thought about getting the action done,
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But it seems old flames die–hard
71%
“You must like what you see to not be able to talk. Am I that hot to leave you speechless, wifey?” He stalker towards me with an unknown intent glimmering his eyes.
“I just have no comment on your baseless accusation,” I said, trying not to stutter.
“Are you sure they are baseless, my dear wife?” He leaned down, almost squatting with a smirky smile curling up his plump lips.
Fuck. Why did I call them plump? There’s nothing plump about those sensual lips.
“Look at you, zoning out on my lips. You want them that hud?” He snickered slightly.
“Was the kiss earlier in front of those paparazzi not enough? Do you want us to continue from where we stopped?” He asked as if he could read my mind.
But I think he is magically painting the words on my fragile mind.
I want him. And I hate that I want him again. I hate that he’s able to affect me with those flimsy words that felt like the basic pickup lines.
“No, I don’t want you to kiss me. Stop projecting your wants on me,” I struggled to talk, him being so close to me was affecting my vocal box.
“But your eyes are telling me a different thing, wifey. They want me just as much as I want you. I never denied my feelings, wifey He grinned as if he was winning a debate.
“You are seeing wrong.” I replied, looking away from his gorgeous face and alluring body.
“I still can’t forget how you kissed me yesterday in that cold room. That was an unforgettable experience.” He said to me, leaned closer, and aimed to kiss my lips.
I should turn away. Or push him back. But I did none of that.
All I did was stay still and allowed him to close the gaps between our lips.
My eyes involuntarily closed as I waited for my lips to meet mine. But all I felt was his lips on my cheeks.
And when I opened my eyes, he was nowhere to be found. I felt embarrassed as 1 heard his snickering coming from behind
Looking back. I saw there was a bar there, And he was still chuckling to himself while looking for a wine of his choice, I
guess.
“You can be so cute.” I heard him say, “You told me no funny business, yet you were expecting a sensual action. Choose a side, wifey. He picked up a bottle of wine and two glassy cups and headed back to me.
“We’re both adults. Be vocal with your needs,” He said in a comic voice.
‘I wasn’t expecting anything. I lied with a poker face. I wanted his lips and his body badly. And those are against everything the new Irene Boden wants.
“Sure, anything you say.” He dropped the bottle on a small stool and sat down on the couch that was closer to the bean bag I was sitting on
Le me
“Want a drink?” He asked and I nodded, knowing my voice could betray me.
He poured the wine into our glasses and gave me mine. But instead of sipping it, I drank it all at once-
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“Oh, it’s alcoholic?” I asked, feeling that slight burn in my throat after finishing a whole glass.
“Yeah, I thought you knew. Do you want something non–alcoholic?” He askerl, slightly concerned.
“No, it’s fine. Pour me another.” I giggled, the alcohol already relaxing me..
“Wait,” I stopped him from pouring the drink. “Come help me up.” He got up and grabbed my hands, pulling me up from the bean bag.
“Could you help me unzip my dress? I don’t want to stain it.” I requested, and I saw his Adam apple bob.
“Sure,” He gulped. Turn around.” He said and I did as he told me. I smiled to myself, feeling like this was the perfect moment to overturn the table of this teasing game.
It’s my turn to tease him and show him just how much I could born without lighting up a fire.
His hands got on my neck before he began to pull down the zip of the dress. And the truth was, I wasn’t wearing anything beneath my dress except panties. The dress had a cup design that required no bra, so that left me having only one underwear on.
“Aren’t you wearing anything under the dress?” He asked, seeing my bare back.
“No. I’m all nude,” 1 giggled. “Wouldn’t you like to see that?” I turned around, holding the edge of my dress at the shoulder side, attempting to pull it down my arms and reveal my breasts to him.
“Irene.” He called out softly, contemplation dancing in his blue orbs.
“Answer me, hubby.” I rasped, smiling sheepishly.
“Irene He called again, and this time, I burst into a fit of giggles. His reaction was funny when he realized I was teasing him
as well.
“Two can play the game, Damien. Just know that.” I said and dragged myself upstairs to a bedroom I suppose should be
OUTS.
