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Chapter Eight

RAINE

My legs feel like Jell-O as Sly helps me to my feet. Something about him feeds my soul; he’s slowly bringing me back to life, allowing me to feel something other than pain. However, guilt still hangs over me. Happiness still seems wrong.

“You have quite the appetite, Mister,” I tease.

“Get used to it. You’re staying until you have to go back to work,” he states. He isn’t asking. “Now I’m famished, and we need to fuel up for later.”

Oh dear god, what does he have planned for later?

He looks down at me and smirks while I follow him to the kitchen. “I’m going to clean up quick,” I mention as he swings the refrigerator door open. In the bathroom, I clean myself up and splash some water on my face, trying to cool down. In the mirror, I see sad brown eyes staring back at me.
Come on, Raine, get it together, and get your head on straight.

I straighten myself back up and meet Sly in the kitchen. He’s making sandwiches and adding potato chips to the plate. He fills two glasses with soda and meets me at the table, placing the plate in front of me.

“Where’d you learn to play like that?” he asks about the piano.

“Oh, I started playing from the time I was little all the way through high school.”

“And you stopped?”

I dot my mouth with the napkin. “I stopped when I met my now ex-husband. I had to get a real job, and that was kind of left to the wayside.”

“That’s a shame. You’re really good,” he assures me.

“Thanks.” I take another bite of my sandwich.

“I hope that’s not the last time I hear you play. It was such a beautiful fucking sight.” He reaches over, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I want to take you out tonight. Would you accompany me to my company party?”

I swallow hard. My ex flashes in my brain, and I realize I haven’t told Sly that he works for his company.
What do I do? What will I wear?

“I already had a dress delivered earlier for you. It’s in the bedroom if you want to try it on,” he instructs.

Like a kid in a candy store, I fly up the stairs and I hear Sly chuckle at my excitement. In the bedroom, I see the skirt and top, and the label reads Donna Karan
.
I know it’s expensive. Honestly, I don’t know how I missed this earlier. Thank god my legs are already shaved. The fabric is soft as I run my fingers over the white skirt. It has splashes of black, and the top is an all-black halter. Stripping my clothes off, I try to gauge my figure in the mirror. Can I pull off this outfit? The space between the top and skirt means I’ll be baring some of my midriff. Thank goodness running has actually paid off—my stomach is flat. The skirt flows and hits just below the knee.

The top is tight, showing off my cleavage. I’ll be sporting insane cleavage. But the black peep toe shoes are my favorite and go with the outfit so well. I wonder how Sly pulled them off, or when exactly. I’m in a compromising position going to this party. I know for a fact he’s never attended the parties he throws for his employees. I mean, I’d know because he is just too damn gorgeous not to notice, and I would have noticed.

I pull my hair down and fix it into a neater bun, a little to the side at the nape of my neck, letting a few strands hang loose. Digging in my handbag, I grab some perfume spray, squirting it on my neck and wrists. Looking at the final product in the mirror, I barely recognize myself, in a good way.

Sly comes into the room and catches me looking at myself in the mirror. He stops in his tracks when he sees all of me. “Jesus Christ, you look like a fucking movie star. Audrey Hepburn comes to mind.” I smile. He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. I should tell him about Beau, but I’m at a loss for words at the moment. And I don’t want to ruin the moment. He kisses my neck and inhales. “Mmmm, you smell good too.”

He walks to his closet and pulls out a suit. He strips right in front of me and I ogle his naked body. “I’m going to shower quickly.” He slaps my ass on the way in, causing me to giggle.

I make my way downstairs, and I still can’t believe I’m dressed like this and in the company of such a hot-blooded, sexy man.

***

“The car’s waiting,” he says as he comes downstairs to meet me. “You look so beautiful.”

“You look handsome yourself. And thanks for this.” I smooth my hand over my skirt. “I don’t know how you pulled off getting this Donna Karen outfit, but I love it.”

“It’s from her 2015 Fall Collection, so I’m glad you like it.”

He has expensive taste, that’s for sure. I’ve never felt so glamorous. He holds my hand as we sit in the limo and sweeps his thumb over mine.

“What exactly will this party entail?” I ask.

“Dinner, dancing, and a finding a corner to fuck you in.”

He did not just say that.
I raise my eyebrow at him and he squeezes my knee, where his hand is now resting.

We arrive at the hotel that’s hosting the event and the driver opens the door for us. There’s even a red carpet and photographers. Sly moves his hand to the small of my back as we pose for pictures. The barrage of flashing light bulbs blind me and I can’t see who I’m looking at, so Sly and I just smile at each other. He holds his arm up, signaling no more photos, and we make our way inside.

This party spared no expense. The venue alone is huge, and there are so many people here. It’s not like the other company parties I’ve been to with my ex. This is far larger. Sly’s hand rests on my back as we walk into the main room. It looks like a wedding reception. Everyone is seated or finding their seats. Sly and I find ours in the corner of the room.

When we sit down, he leans close and whispers in my ear. “Sorry I sprung this on you last minute.”

“It’s fine. You made it up with his outfit.” I smile.

“You look stunning, definitely the most beautiful woman in the room,” he states.

I blush.

After eating the meal, we roam around the room as Sly talks and shakes hands with various people, and he introduces me only as his date, Raine. I’m getting strange looks from some of the folks I’ve met before, but it’s like they can’t pinpoint it.

“Raine?”
Oh god, the sound of a familiar voice.

“Beau,” I say as Sly gives me a quizzical look.

“Wow, I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” he says nervously as he eyes Sly. “Mr. Wilkes.” He shakes his hand.

Sly’s jaw is clenching. “Beau.”

“This is my ex-husband,” I say.

“I gathered as much. Have a good evening, Beau,” he says.

Wandering back to the table, no one else is sitting around us. We are alone in our corner.

“I’m sorry I never mentioned my ex works for you,” I rush the words out of my mouth. “I could never find the right time to tell you.”

Sly doesn’t say anything. He is seething mad. His jaw is still clenching. I watch as he downs a shot he grabbed off a tray that a waiter was passing around. He yanks on my arm, and I can barely keep up with him as he walks swiftly.

He pulls me in the coat closet and lifts my skirt. “You’ve been naughty, Raine. Time for your punishment,” he whispers from behind me. He rips my thong down, and I bite down on my lower lip. He smacks my ass hard and grips it. He smacks it again, and I do my best not to make a sound, as it will prolong the punishment. With each smack, my clit gets wet. My skin lights up under his touch.

He pulls my head back. “Don’t fucking lie to me again,” he hisses in my ear.

Technically, I didn’t lie.
I lean my head back against his shoulder. He sticks his finger inside my wetness, and I practically come.

“Now, straighten yourself up. I’ll finish you later,” he demands, spinning me around and kissing me hard and aggressively. It’s a sweet torture.

***

SLY

How can she just lie to me? Technically, it’s lying by omission. How could she not mention her ex works for my company? I’m sure I’ve freaked her out by dragging her in this coat closet, but so far, she hasn’t tried to run. If she slapped me, I’d deserve it. My anger got the best of me.

We straighten ourselves up and walk out like nothing happened. She leaves her ripped thong, and a smirk plays across my face.

“I wanted to tell you, but…”

I cut her off. “But you didn’t. Now let’s try to enjoy the rest of the evening,” I tell her.

I take her hand and kiss the back of it, then lead her on the dance floor to a slow song, sung by Jessie Ware
.
It’s called “Say You Love Me,” and it’s quite a romantic song with a powerful meaning behind it. She and I don’t speak; instead, we’re locked onto each other’s eyes. She breaks the trance and leans her head on my shoulder as we swing ours bodies in unison. Her perfume wafts up to me, and I inhale it in as I close my eyes, burning this moment in my brain.

God, she deserves way more than I can offer. I don’t deserve her. And I don’t know what this is between us, but the thought of letting her go sickens me. The thought of any other man touching her sickens me.

“Did I scare you at all?” I can’t help but be concerned of her feelings.

She tilts her head to look at me and she smiles. “No, I found it quite hot actually.”

I smile and immediately cover her mouth with mine, my tongue swirling with hers. Nothing else exists around us, just us swaying to the music, my arms around her waist, and my burning desire for her. So far, she’s accepted everything I’ve given her, everything I can offer. How am I this fucking lucky?

“It’s too bad it was dark inside the coat closet. I couldn’t see your ass turning red,” I whisper.

“I’m sure it was definitely red,” she quips. “It still stings.” She giggles and buries her face in my chest. Raine is the sexiest woman I have ever met.

The music changes to a fast tempo song. “Sorry, I have two left feet when it comes to dancing any faster than a slow song.” I drag her off the dance floor and find our seat. “Are you okay while I go to the restroom?”

“Sure, I’ll be fine,” she waves me off.

Standing at the urinal, I unzip and relieve myself, when all of a sudden, Beau appears next to me.

“I hope you didn’t go all out for Raine’s sake. She’s not that kind of girl.” He smirks.

Motherfucker!
“I know exactly what kind of girl she is. She seems to enjoy my dick quite nicely,” I hiss. His face turns bright red, and he can’t get away fast enough.

I chuckle as I wash my hands, and then stop at the bar to get Raine and myself another drink. Back at the table, I hand her a drink.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” she asks.

“I don’t need to get you drunk to make you come,” I tease in her ear.

Chapter Nine

RAINE

Sly is so dirty, but it turns me on like nothing else. He makes me feel like the sexiest woman on earth. I got a lot of compliments on my outfit too.
Oh, it’s just Donna Karan.

“What do you say about us ditching the rest of the party?” he asks.

“I’d say, why aren’t we in the car yet? I’ve had this pulsating sensation between my legs since the coat closet.” I can’t believe the words that come out of my mouth sometimes.

He smirks and immediately stands, taking my hand in his. On the way out, I see Beau and he gives me a weird look, but I shake the thought out of my head as we enter the limo.

“Thanks for accompanying me. I hate attending parties, but you made it so much better. And that dress, dear lord.” His eyes scan my body. “I can’t wait to get you naked and underneath me.” A Cheshire grin spreads across his face.

The car pulls in front of my house, and I give Sly a confused look. “I thought you’d like to grab some of your own things, and you can keep them at my house if you want. I don’t want to pressure you or anything, but I have a feeling you’ll be there a lot,” he states.

“Good idea. Are you coming inside?”

“Sure,” he says, following me to my door.

Inside, I immediately grab a bag and throw some underthings inside, as well as everyday clothing. But then this overwhelming urge comes over me—I need to see Ava’s room. Pain slams inside my chest. It’s a need that must be fulfilled to make it through the next few days.

“Come on, let me show you something,” I tell Sly, taking his hand in mine. He doesn’t question my hastiness, or the rush I make to her room.

Opening the door, Ava’s memory slams in my brain. “This was Ava’s room,” I tell him, sitting on her bed. I clutch her stuffed horse.

“She loved horses, I take it,” he confirms.

“She did.” Sadness fills me. I guess this is me introducing him to her, and what she loved. She was my life, the reason I woke up every morning, the reason I lived.

“She was lucky to have you as her mom. I know it’s hard for you right now. I wish I knew what to do to take the pain away,” he admits.

His words touch my soul. “Thank you.” I stand and we walk out, pulling the door shut behind me. “I just wanted you to see who she was,” I barely breathe out.

***

SLY

Outside the door, I stop. “Hey.” I cup her elbow and she spins her body to face me. I embrace her, my body swallowing hers. She buries her head in my chest, clutching my shirt tight into a fist.

Pulling her head back, she looks at me through water-filled eyes. “Please take this pain away.”

With that plea, I hold her hand tightly as we walk swiftly to the car and head back to my place. Seated inside, I run my thumb over hers and she breathes out. This simple gesture seems to have a calming effect on her.

In the car, I turn her face to me, cupping her chin. “Just breathe, Raine.”

She blinks a few times at me. My heart constricts, and I feel a pain I’ve never known until now. I feel the heart break. Her heart’s broken and I’m not sure I can put the pieces back together; I can’t un-break her heart. All I can do is subdue the pain, replace it with pleasure.

Her heart’s stashed deep down inside, and I know it will take a lot for her to hand it over to someone, someone who deserves it. I’ve never known someone like her. She befuddles me. The ride to my place is silent, as I intentionally give her the time to think. Because once we are inside that door, I need her, just as much as she needs me. I need to make her feel anything other than this pain. I never realized it was this deep; it cuts deep inside her soul, and she doesn’t know how to crawl out of it.

Both of her hands are gripping mine as I unlock the door with my other hand. Inside my house, I press her body against the door, and her breath hitches at the force. Holding her face with both hands, I kiss her with ferociousness. The beast in me unleashes and I grip at her clothes, unzipping the halter top. She’s half naked and breathing heavily, her chest heaving up and down.

I stop and stare into her blue eyes. I search for something, but I don’t know what. The pain in them is replaced with lust and desire. She breaks the trance and grabs for my belt, unbuckling it quickly.

“I need you inside me now, Sly. Fuck me senseless. Make me forget,” she begs.

My erection just got a hell of a lot harder. She unbuttons my pants and shoves them down. I hike her skirt up, and without removing it, her legs wrap around my waist. I thrust my hardness inside her.

“Is this what you want?” I growl in her ear.

“Yes,” she murmurs, tilting her head against the door. I take her away from the door and carry her to the dining room table. I need her to feel me.

“I won’t let you fall.” I mean it metaphorically and literally.

Bending her over the table, she moans when I enter from behind. I grip her neck and pull it to my mouth, devouring it.

She wraps an arm around behind her and reaches for my shoulder. “Oh my God, Sly,” she gasps. I spin her around again to face me and prop her ass on the edge of the table. Wrapping her legs around my ass, I slam inside her as her moans echo through the house.

“Rub your clit while I fuck you,” I command her.

She obeys and bites down on her lower lip, and I’m not sure what turns me on more. But it’s a beautiful sight. Her fingers swirl in a circular motion while my cock strokes the inside of her.

“Come for me, Raine, I want to watch.”

Her fingers work fast and hard, and tilting her head back, she moans loudly as her body shudders.

“Jesus Christ,” I groan, coming undone, my body shuddering against hers.

“Oh my,” she says, trying to calm her heavy breaths. She wipes the sweat from her forehead as I rest my head on her stomach.

***

RAINE

That is what I call heart-stopping, mind-blowing, and earth-shattering sex. I stifle a giggle as Sly pulls me to my feet and I see the sea of clothes scattered on the floor, except I’m still wearing the skirt. Nothing else matters when Sly is devouring my body. I don’t feel the pain. The world stops, and it’s bliss.

He smiles at me and takes my hand. We walk up the stairs and into his room. This is sweet Sly. We stop inside the massive bathroom, and he unzips my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I feel a twinge of pain watching a Donna Karan piece lay so haphazardly on the floor.

“Leave it,” he says, as if he can read my mind. “Now, let me shower your body,” he whispers, taking my mouth with his.

Fireworks explode inside my body, bursting flames shooting off in every direction. He pulls away and starts the shower, and I feel drunk, drunk off him and drunk from his touch. Maybe it’s the way he handles me. He wants me as much as I want him. It’s more of a need, a craving. How he hasn’t found someone and settled down is beyond me. I’m broken and damaged, and yet he wants me, pain and all.

He steps in the shower and pulls me in to join him. Steam immediately fogs up the glass door when it shuts. Underneath the water, he brings me against his hard chest and leans his head down by my ear.

“I don’t want to be with anyone else, or inside anyone but you, Raine. You were meant for me. I don’t want another man touching you.”

My heart jumps, no, leaps out of my chest, and swirls down the shower drain. He pulls his face back in front of me and we kiss. I know it’s not love that we feel, but it’s a burning hot passion—one I’d only want to feel with him.

He soaps up a sponge and covers every crevice of my body, paying extra attention to cleaning in between my legs. He turns me around and goes over my back, then rubs the sponge over my ass and I wince.

He rubs my ass cheeks with his hand, caressing them. He must have smacked me pretty hard for it to still sting against the sponge. I feel the need to release the things I’m feeling. I need to run. Turning, I take the sponge and do the same to him that he did to me. When I touch him, his breathing hitches, and I love knowing I affect him the way I do.

I don’t need the words to be spoken about how he feels; I can see it in his eyes and feel it in his touch. No one has ever had that kind of power over me. No one. Maybe in the end, my heart will be stomped and crushed, but right now, I don’t care. Right now, he is mine and I am his.

Surprisingly, the silence doesn’t scare me; the silence that falls between us is blissful, painstakingly blissful. I think my heart feels like a starburst. Out of the shower, he helps me dry off, and I return the favor.

“Do you care if I take advantage of your treadmill?”

“No, you don’t have to ask. I knew eventually it’d be calling your name.” He chuckles.

I throw my wet hair into a ponytail and dig in my bag for some workout clothes. I don’t want to get sweaty, so I won’t go as hard as I normally do.

“I’ll be in my office, catching up on a few things so we can spend all day tomorrow together, however you want to spend it,” he says.

I smile and head to the weight room. Jumping on the treadmill, I slowly increase the speed to a steady pace. My mind is nowhere and everywhere at the same time. I revealed my vulnerable side to Sly when I showed him Ava’s room, and he didn’t run. Instead, he held me for a few moments. He grasps my pain and takes it away. He feels what I feel, and I feel what he feels. The connection we share is euphoric. And our bodies fit together like a puzzle piece, meant for only each other. I only have one more day with him before I go back home and get ready for work. Hopefully, those days pass by quickly.

Adrenaline coursing through my veins, I feel like I’ve released my feelings and can now relax. After my workout, I stop just outside Sly’s office and peek inside. Glasses adorn his face and he works intently, so I decide not to disturb him. It’s really late, and I should get some sleep.

In the bedroom, I see the skirt has made its way into the hamper as I strip off my workout clothes. I pull on a satin, baby-pink gown and slide into bed. Moments later, I feel Sly’s arm wrapping around my waist as he snuggles against me.