Roses And Thorns

Chapter Two

The Contract: King's POV

“You...”

“Awwn... I missed you too, darling,” she replied, batting her eyelashes in a way she thought was seductive.

Disgusting!

I slapped away the hand that had started a soft caress on my chest. “I don't think my WIFE will be pleased, if she saw your hands on her man,” I said, making sure to hint on 'wife'. “Or do you?”

She laughed.

“What’s so amusing?” I asked, my temper beginning to rise.

I haven't seen her in a few years and seeing her now, I felt like wringing her neck. I felt disgusted with myself, that I ever thought I had a thing for this woman. She was the most self centered, manipulative and vindictive person I'd ever had the misfortune of crossing paths with.

My eyes ran over her. Her sleek blond  hair was wrapped up in a neat bun, her face covered in excess make up, that I wondered how Monique had recognised her as fast as she had. The red skimpy, backless dress and unnecessarily high heels, weren't what I deemed fit for a wedding.

She looked like a prostitute who just stepped out of a brothel.

She was still as beautiful as when I first saw her, but, I wasn't going to live in the past. I was here with Monique, my future. I was going to make everything right and I didn't want some demonic woman ruining it!

“Wife?” Becky scoffed. “We both know you don't love her...”

“Really?”

“Really!”

I couldn't help the humourless chuckle that escaped my throat. She really was something, wasn't she? “So who do I love then?” I asked, “you?”

“Yes,” she replied confidently. “You wouldn't run off and go marry that little girlfriend of yours, if I hadn't dumped you. But no worries baby,” she passed me a lustful gaze, grabbing my cheek in hand, she leaned in for a kiss, “I’m back for you, for us...”

“That’s the problem,” I replied, stepping away from her. “There’s no us, there never was!”

“But you were going to marry me!”

I saw red, my temper getting worse by the ticking seconds. I was going to hit her hard, but it wasn't in me to hit a woman. Taking deep breaths, I walked away from her.

“Hey! Where the hell are you going? We aren't done with this conversation!”

She was screaming like a lunatic, who was being forced to take medications. I wasn't going to be a party to such madness. And besides, my wife was waiting...

Wife...

I loved the thought of that, it brought a smile to my face just thinking about her.

Without stopping to look at her, I said: “we’re done with whatever this is. Get lost and back to wherever you came from, I don't need such negativity around me...

She started to cuss and yell profanities at me.

I got in and slammed the door behind me, shutting out whatever she said after. I stared around the hall, not seeing Monique anywhere.

I observed almost all the guest had left, remaining my father and Monique's father. I walked up to them, addressing them before enquiring about Monique.

“She left already,” her Dad answered.

My heart skipped.

“Left? To where?”

The older men had the nerve to laugh.

“To your house, you dimwit!”

“Dad...” I groaned lowly. Could they just stop laughing... It was making me uncomfortable.

“You should have seen your face,” Mr Joe chirped in. He gave me a warm fatherly smile, that made me wonder what changed his mind. He'd been really grumpy since the previous week, when I had brought out my terms for the contract. “Let’s finalize everything, so you can go home to your woman.”

I gave a firm nod.

“Father,” I greeted, giving him a handshake. “See you some other time.”

My family weren't aware of my arrangements with the Joes and I'll prefer it remained that way. My mother had been  ecstatic when I told her about getting back with Monique, I couldn't break her heart if she knew it's arranged.

She'd misunderstand, everyone misunderstood and didn't trust me with Monique, yet...

We walked away from the hall and upstairs, Mr Joe leading the way. We got in to his home office to find Mr Joe's lawyer: Mrs Phil Williams, ready with the paperwork, while my lawyer was still on his way. I'd called him immediately after the wedding.

“Mr Joe, Mr Clement,” she greeted.

“Good day,” I replied, before dropping into a chair.

We'd just finished exchanging pleasantries, when my lawyer walked in.

“Sorry I'm late,” he said in between soft gasps. Obviously he'd been in a haste. He sat beside me, handing me the envelope containing both copies of the contract, which I in turn, handed over to Mr Joe.

“Please, you both should excuse us,” Mr Joe said politely.

Our lawyers left us, and we both sat in silence untill I decided to break it.

“Once you sign all of those,” I said, pointing at the  brown envelope bag, “ten million dollars will be transferred into your account and when she signs her part, the other half will be completed.”

“I know son...,” he sighed. Regrets coated his old face, with worry in his kind eyes. I started getting nervous, wondering if he was going to change his mind, but then he said; “take good care of my baby would you?”

I nodded, looking him straight in the eyes. I knew he could see the sincerity radiating off of me, because he relaxed, even though it was just a little. “You have my word,” I encouraged.

“I know you will, you're a good man even though Monica doesn't think you as one,” he chuckled. “You really did hurt her...”

I felt a pang in my chest.

I never knew how I survived with the guilt all those years, because whenever her name was mentioned, the guilt enveloped me and it felt like I was about to die. I couldn't do anything then, but here I was now...

“That’s why I want to make things right,” I tried to reason.

“By buying her off for twenty million dollars, doesn't make anything right,” he snapped. The regrets long forgotten, his eyes made way for anger. Anger and hatred that was directed at me. “If she hadn't found out and agreed to this, I would never have given my daughter to you. What kind of father does that make me?”

I could understand his plight, but it didn't stop me from getting mad when he said I bought Monique. As happy as I was that she'd agreed to the proposal just as I had planned, I also didn't force anything on her.

“With all due respect Sir, I didn't buy my wife. As you already know, I've been trying to get back with her for a couple of months then one day, she came to me saying she wanted help for her family. All I did was: offering her a deal to which she accepted!”

I knew I was raising my voice higher than required, but I couldn't help it! The old man had a way of bringing out the worst in a person.

“If it’s all a business deal to you, why did you insist on having a wedding? You could have gone to a marriage registry, so why?

“Because Monique has always wanted a wedding since she was little...”

“She’s no longer a child,” he growled angrily. “She’s a grown woman who knows what's best for her. Damn! Whyever did she come to you of all people for help?”

“Because she trusts me,” I replied, trying really hard not to roll my eyes.

“That’s why you used and dumped her,” he spat.

I've had enough! One more minute in the presence of this man and one more word from that bad mouth of his, I'll lose it and beat the crap out of my father in-law.

Getting to my feet, I straightened out my suit jacket. “Em... you said it yourself that you trust me to take good care of your daughter, why not sign the papers and I'll have my lawyer get them? Just do your part and get your money, and leave the rest to me,” I said with finality, leaving no room for arguments.

You'd wonder were Monique got her stubbornness from, it was definitely from the man. He was as stubborn as a little boy, who's video games were being taken away...

“I’ll be on my way, extend my regards to your wife,” as said, softly closing the door softly behind.

****

“Thank you Valentine,” I said to my driver, once he parked in front of my mansion. I stepped out of my Mercedes-Benz G-550. “Put the car in the garage, I won't be going out for the rest of the day,” I finished.

“Yes Sir,” he replied.

I hastily walked into my house, dumping my suit jacket on one of my huge black couches. I took a quick glance around my huge and luxurious sitting room and I could confidently say; it looked like a funeral ground.

Everything thing was in black.

I guess now that Monique was here, she was going to redecorate our home AND make it feel homey and warm.

As I started up the stairs, I started to undress. Unbuckling my leather belt, I pulled down my zipper and unbuttoned my shirt.

I pushed my bedroom door open, to find it empty.

Where the hell could she be? I wondered.

I had made sure to lock all the other sixteen rooms, leaving only my bedroom open. I had also given directions to my help, Cordelia, to make enough space in my room for Monique.

We'd moved her things out of her apartment the a few days back, and had everything arranged in my room for her. So if she wasn't in here, where was she?

Flinging my shirt on my large king sized bed, I was about to march out and do a search around the house untill I heard some noise from the bathroom.

Ugh! Why didn't I think of the bathroom?

My legs carried me towards her in their own accord. I was going to knock but then, a soft breeze snuck in through the window, causing the door to move as it hit it.

She'd left the door unlocked.

That brought an arrogant smile to my lips. She wanted me to join her, or she wouldn't have left the door open. I know my girl,... she was anything but careless.

I pushed the door slowly, then tip-toed  in before closing it gently with just a little thud. Immediately I turned around, I froze...

There she was...

Her luscious curves all on display for my sinful eyes to feed on. She stood in the shower, her dark hair was now up in a bun. The water cascaded down her back, my hungry eyes followed the movement down to her tiny waists and wide hips. Her ass had thickened, only the thoughts of groping them in my hands, had my c**k standing at attention to it's commander.

She'd grown so much in the past years. If someone had told me that my innocent, shy little girl, would be such a seductress in just six years, I'd have denied it! My baby was no longer a little girl, this was a woman in front of me. A sexy woman.

My woman.

My c**k grew harder as my thoughts got dirtier, straining against the material of my boxers and struggling to break free.

She picked up the soap, applied it in her hands and started washing her breasts, caressing them slowly in a sensual motion.

I just stood there, staring like a mesmerized fool.

I stared.

And stared some more.

Untill the words slipped out of my mouth: “If you do not stopped groping your breasts, I might just put you up against the wall and take them in my mouth...”

“Ah!”

She screamed, slipping and falling hard on the floor. Her one hand went to her chest to shield her breasts, while the other cupped the place in between her legs. “How dare you,” she spat, giving me the stink eye.

I went to move forward, but she shifted away, lifting herself into a sitting position. “Not any closer, get out!” She yelled.

Did I leave?

No.

Was it weird, that I grew harder just seeing her all wet and naked on the floor, with her slim arm trying to conceal her huge breasts from me?

Because all that were in my thoughts was to take her right there, not untill I felt something wet hit my face...

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