She couldn’t help butlaugh as he pulled her in close. Winnie felt her heart start to race as shelooked into his brown eyes. They were a slightly darker brown than hers, almostblack in appearance.
She never knew what he wasthinking, what was going on in that head of his, and she wanted to knowabsolutely everything. Words failed her.
They had talked over theyears. Odd conversations but nothing concrete. He was a busy man, and she wasgrateful. He saved her and had given her a life she had never thought waspossible.
It was strange, becauseshe knew with all her heart she should fear him. She witnessed him kill people,and not in a nice way, or by accident. He’d been brutal, and in doing so, hesaved her.
She loved him. And shewanted to be with him.
In the beginning of theirmarriage, she was happy she didn’t have to have sex. She had heard a lot ofmixed views about sex. That it was painful for a woman. That men were pigs anddidn’t know what to do. She had come to several conclusions. Sex the first timewas going to be painful for the woman. Not for the man, but definitely for thewoman. After the first time, providing the partner knew what he was doing, itcould be very, very, very enjoyable for the woman.
Winnie couldn’t stopwondering what it would be like with Elias. She had a feeling he knew his wayaround women. With his hands on her hips, he pulled her close, as the heavymusic had slowed down to a steady pulse, forcing couples to come together.
She was at a loss forwords. How did she take that next step with Elias? What if he didn’t want to bewith her?
“And is this what you findfun?” Winnie asked.
He leaned in close withhis lips almost touching her ear. She closed her eyes because that felt sogood. What the hell was wrong with her? There were people all around them, andshe was lost in a wave of pleasure.
“This is what I find fun.I love dancing and having fun this way.”
She knew he hated theartisan market, but that hadn’t stopped him from taking her. It was momentslike this when she found it hard to hate him. He was one of the sweetest menshe had ever known.
They danced throughmultiple songs, and she lost herself in his arms. When it came to upbeat ones,Elias was right there, swinging her around the dance floor, and she couldn’tstop laughing. At one point, she didn’t have much choice, and had to go to thebathroom.
He kissed the top of herhead, and promised to get them some drinks.
Like always, one of hismen stayed with him, and the other escorted her to the bathroom. She cringed ashe went straight ahead of the line. She had no idea why there was always onefor the ladies’ room. He stood outside while she went in, quickly used thebathroom, and washed her hands. She tried to rush, because she didn’t want tobe seen as a bitch for taking her time when several women could have used thebathroom. Next time, she made a mental note to go to Elias’s office, where hehad a private bathroom.
Stepping out, she lookedacross the dance floor, then stopped. Elias was at the bar, with a woman.
The guard at her side wasdistracted by a woman, and Winnie found herself just staring at the blonde. Therewas no denying she was beautiful, with an amazing body, and such a serenesmile. Men would walk over broken glass for this woman. Winnie just looked and… envied.
Winnie couldn’t quite seeElias’s reaction, but he’d also not sent the woman away. Was this his mistress?His current girlfriend? She had no idea. She was his wife, but that didn’t meanhe didn’t have women all over the country to tend to his needs. He was awealthy man, a scary man, and above all else, a very sexy man.
This was embarrassing. Shefelt that awful coiling in her gut.
The blonde reached out andput her polished nails on his arm. It was such a tender touch, a familiar one. Onemaybe only a lover would make?
She looked toward her guard. There was no wayshe could interrupt them. What if this woman knew who she was and judged her?What if she didn’t … add up … to this woman?
“I’m not feeling well. Canyou take me home?” Winnie said.
He went to look in Elias’sdirection, but she grabbed his arm. “Please, you can text Elias when we’regone. I want to go home. I’m feeling a little sick.”
And then, she started tomove toward the back door, which meant he would have no choice but to followher. This way, no one stopped her on the way out, and she could get home.
She wanted to get home andcry, because there was no way she could ever compete with a woman who lookedlike the blonde. She had it all, as well as the confidence to back it up.
****
“You know, you’re lookinga little lonely,” Trish said. “I can help you with that.”
Elias shrugged her handsoff him. He had no doubt Trish wasn’t lonely. She had probably already hadenough cocks inside her today.
Even though she was headof one of the brothels he owned, she didn’t need to fuck anymore to earn herplace, but it didn’t stop her from doing it anyway. Like she had told him onmore than one occasion, she loved cock, and was more than happy to help thegirls out.
“Enough. Bozo, you gotword on him?”
