Fate

Chapter 4

Skye

Before we got married, we had decided that we wanted to move into a different apartment. Same building but a flat. I loved our apartment. Our bedroom had 8 floor-to-ceiling windows that flooded the room with light. The second bedroom is downstairs with exposed brick and high ceilings. A half bath downstairs. The full bath was in our room, which made having roommates awkward. So we had avoided that.

We picked an apartment in a separate building, third floor, but it was still two beds bedroom. The layout ideal. Carter and Conner offered to help move everything over. Insisting that all I do is pack. Refusing to let me pay them. I huffed in agreement. It took me 2 days to pack everything up. Since it was the same complex, I used duffles for everything. I have family money and can easily afford all new everything, but that seemed wasteful.

A couple of hours after I was done packing and the new lease signed, the boys moved everything over. It was about 11:30pm. I was anxious to get in there. I head down to the mail room to switch our name tags in the box. I was nose deep in a book on my phone when I turned the corner and was met with a solid surface. I stumbled back, almost losing my balance when someone caught my arm. I looked up.

That solid surface was actually a man. The hand holding my arm belonged to him. I could barely make out his face with the hat and hoodie he was wearing. I gathered myself and found my balance. "Thank you.. I am sorry," I said in a small voice. My throat was tight as his scent overcame me. Too close. "Of course." His voice was low, gravely. If I am being honest, it was sexy. He finally looked up at me. An audible gasp escaped my lips. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen. His eyes were ocean blue mixed with an emerald green and fiery orange. His lips full, his smile easy. A full but closely trimmed beard. His smile was easy. His skin tanned naturally. I noticed a tattoo on his hand. Hands that were the size of my face, matching the huge arms. Even with the hoodie on, it was obvious he was huge. I had a knot in my throat. There was an aura of danger around him, a flash of his teeth, and he dipped his head, stepping around me. "Have a good night, gorgeous." He said in that sultry voice. "You too." I squeaked out.

I had never been at a loss for words because of a man before. I shook my head, trying to physically shake it off. I switched the name tags and headed back towards the apartment. By the time I got back to my place, Jason had fallen asleep on the couch. Exhausted by helping the guys move.

I tiptoed into the first bedroom. We agreed, since I cover the rent, that I could make this my library. Carter and Conner had set my bookshelves up this morning along with my comfy chair. The room was peaceful. My escape. I pick up my latest read from my chair and climb in, covering myself in a blanket. I started to hear Jason stirring. I know that he wants to have s*x. He had sent me some messages earlier indicating as such. Truth is, we have been back from our honeymoon for almost a month and have only had s*x one time since that first night. I sigh. A good wife would give him what he wants. I clean up my space and exit the room.

Jason is leaning against our bedroom door frame, smiling at me. He is wearing nothing but boxers that highlight his slender body.

A touch of my hand.

A flick of the tongue.

A stroke in just the right place.

Moving with him in just the way he likes.

Faking the climax that doesn't come.

It's trivial. It's normal. I have to take him in my mouth every time. He has only returned that favor a handful of times. Told me that most men don't reciprocate. Told me that's for lesbians. Said he'd love to watch me devour someone else. It's numbing.

I hear his deeper breathing settle, a clear sign he has drifted to sleep. I carefully climb out of bed, as quiet as possible. I pull on a big shirt and shorts and go into my library. I settle in my chair with my book. Falling into pages about dangerous but protective men who cherish their women. I don't even fight it when I start to drift off. Images from the book flooding my brain. Images of eyes of ocean blue, emerald green and fiery orange. Eyes of a demon who could destroy me.