Give Me Back My Husband

She Intrigues Me

POV: Dominic’s

After the confrontation, I sat alone in the dark, though darkness meant nothing to my eyes anymore. The room smelled faintly of steam, and her scent lingered where she’d stood and where she lay on my bed. She used my favorite bath wash and treatment. The scent of lavender mixed with her body scent filled my nose, making me inhale softly, loving the scent immediately.

Shit!

I shouldn’t be thinking this way; I hate the fact that I noticed her gown lying on the floor in my bedroom, and I slowly walked up to it, picking it up to inhale the scent that remained with the dress. She smells so f*****g good; her scent is like a special kind of aphrodisiac that seems to drive me crazy with a feeling I have long buried within me. That’s what I thought, anyway.

I’m not supposed to be feeling this way for any other woman. The last time I felt this way was with my wife, Evelyn. I loved her with everything in me, and we planned to stay together for the rest of our lives. But she died after bringing our babies to life, and I swore never to give my heart to any other woman. I have kept my promise to my wife, until now...

Olivia has the same daring attitude that Evelyn had. She is bold, smart, and drop-dead gorgeous, just like Evelyn. I never thought any other woman would make my blood boil the way it did today. There is something about her that intrigues me. I walk around my room for a few minutes, trying to keep up with my daily routine as advised by my doctor and therapist. I couldn’t focus on my routine; my mind lingered on thoughts of our interactions after I caught her in my room, naked.

The outburst had been too sharp even for me. I was a mean jerk; at least I could admit that, privately and begrudgingly. My fingers curled around the armrest of my wheelchair as if steadying myself against an old ghost. I was rude to her because I felt so guilty for the joy my heart felt when I found her barely clad in my bedroom.

I initiated the contract, so I should be able to keep to my end of the bargain and not anticipate things that I shouldn’t even be thinking about. For a brief moment, I tried to picture her as one of those gold diggers who moved about in my house, trying to steal from me. I thought of her sister Sophia and how Sophia had humiliated me once already.

I tried to fill my head with thoughts of her sister ditching me at the altar, running away with her lover and my money. The scandal. The rumors. The whispers about the powerful, crippled billionaire who couldn’t keep his fiancée. I would have been made a spectacle again, and my image would be smeared with gossip and laughter.

Thoughts of these were enough to make me furious again at the way her family deceived me and tried to make me think that I was married to Sophia and not her twin Olivia. I was informed by Eddie the minute Olivia initiated the transaction and hired a private plane for her honeymoon with her lover. I had a few guys follow her trail while I went to confront her family about our deal.

So when the replacement twin showed up with the same voice, same softness, I knew I couldn’t burst Sophia else I looked like a damn fool. So I played along with them, pretending I was married to Sophia. She is different, and she’s bold. She pushes my limits, daring me, making my blood boil in rage. When she had stepped naked into my room, I’d assumed…

I thought she had come to seduce me. That would mean that she was just like the others. I would have been relieved if she turned out like the others, but she didn’t throw herself at me; she acted so nonchalant, as if she couldn’t care less if I liked her or not. That intrigued me and annoyed me at the same time. I ground my teeth as I thought of her naked body again.

No. I don’t want to think about her naked, or the tremor in her voice, or the way she’d whispered that she didn’t ask for this, making it obvious that she didn’t want to be here, she never asked to be here. Everything she does seems to pull me in, like a string attached to a fish, pulling it in. The fact that she isn’t doing much, and yet I feel like she’s driving me crazy. I practically screamed at my guards when I caught them ogling her ass.

I watched as water from her body got sucked into my shirt, and the shirt clung to her body, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her ass cheeks peeked out of the flimsy excuse of an outfit she was wearing. Not to mention that it’s my shirt on her body, and it looks so f*****g hot and sexy on her. Seeing her wearing my shirt made me feel a certain kind of way, and I’m not too thrilled to admit to that feeling.

I rolled back toward my desk, letting the familiar weight of paperwork save me from thoughts of this girl. I submerged myself in work, occupying my thoughts with contracts, investments, schedules, everything I could control; everything that didn’t look like lies and betrayal.

Yet something lingered in my head. It felt like an irritation, a splinter of doubt I couldn’t shake. She had sounded frightened when she agreed to this deal. Was she forced to do this?

Was she sent to me against her will?

For a moment, I wondered if I had misread the situation. But the world had taught me not to believe in vulnerable moments. Life is a business and I’m interested only in transactions and the fact that they kept to their end of the bargain, despite their deceit. I sat straight in my wheelchair, my spine stiff, my face full of resolve.

I’ll keep her at a distance. Stick to the contract. No one can hurt me from far away. I repeated these words like a prayer. But the memory of her shaking voice wouldn’t leave my heart. She is different; that fact is undisputed. Yeah, I’ve been with other women before, all of them gold diggers and cheap whores, just like Sophia, the other twin I was supposed to be married to. They are all after one thing alone: my money. But this woman, Olivia…

She’s different, and I want to know why. There is just something about her that interests me. There is something special about her that intrigues me. I won’t stop until I find out everything I need to know about her.