Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(43)

He was rooting through my drawers when he smirked, his eyes focused on something in my underwear drawer.

Oh shit.

He pulled out the silver vibrator Connie bought me a few months back.

“And who is this?” he asked, one of his brows shooting up.

“His name is Harlen,” I chewed on the inside of my cheek. His head snapped round so quickly, his eyes darkening again as he stalked towards me. Vibrator in one hand, ring in the other. He stopped in front of me, sliding the ring back on to my finger.

“I mean it Reese, take it off again, I will fucking super glue it to your finger,” he growled. I snorted.

“Now get on the fucking bed, legs wide for me…” he smirked, pulling my towel from me.

And I did as he asked.

“Such a good girl, this is the only other cock that is allowed inside of you,” he leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. He ran the cold, silver vibrator through my folds, causing a gasp to leave me at how cold it was on my sensitive skin. “You’re going to take this like the fucking brat you are, and you’re not to come until I tell you to…” he licked his lips, his eyes watching as he slipped the vibrator into me. “Do you understand me, wife?”





CHAPTER 19





REESE





The nerves in my belly were unsettling. I had no idea what I was going into this evening, and I didn’t like it. I felt unprepared. Connie sorted me out a dress; work was so hectic that I didn’t have a chance to slip out and choose one for myself. Killian had kept a bay, and it made me feel a little uneasy. Maybe he was starting to get fed up with me. He had hardly been at work, and when he was at work, he was locked in Adele’s office which annoyed me. Then once he was done, he walked past me as if he never knew me. And that really got to me.

I sat on the edge of my bed in my short set waiting for Connie. She wanted to come and play dress up for the afternoon. I was grateful because I was useless at things like that. I was tomboy, I didn’t do the girlie things that I should. I can’t even follow a simple YouTube video. I sat tapping my thumbs on my screen. I wanted to message Killian, but the stubborn streak in me wouldn’t allow it. He was obviously still sulking about me calling my vibrator Harlen, or he was annoyed that I wasn’t going to spend thanksgiving with him. Either way, he had to man the fuck up. He must have been late thirties, that was just a guess though, but he needed to start acting his age and not a fucking teenager. The buzzer went, and I dropped my phone before dashing to the door. Peeping through the small hole in the door, I saw Connie with a suitcase, a dress bag and champagne. A slither of excitement shot through me as I opened the door.

“You ready to be Cinderella-ed.”

“That’s not even a word,” I giggled as I stepped aside, letting her in.

“It is,” she rolled her eyes. “Okay, you don’t seem too bad. I can work with this,” her hand lifted up and down my body.

“Gee, thanks,” I rolled my eyes, my cheeks heating at the thought of what Killian done to me earlier in the week for rolling my eyes.

“Now, chop, chop,” she sung as she shoved the chilled bottle of champagne into my hand. “Pop the bottle, I’ll meet you in the bedroom,” she smirked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“In your dreams,” I laughed out loud, shaking my head as I walked towards the kitchen. Grabbing two glasses, I popped the cork and watched it fizz slightly before pouring out some of the golden liquid. I took a quick sip, the bubbles popping on my tongue. It wasn’t the best I had tasted, but it also wasn’t the worse.

Slipping back into the bedroom, my dress bag was hanging up on the wardrobe and Connie had spread all her make-up out on my dressing table.

“Right, my beautiful, come come…” she smiled at me, patting the stool with one hand, the other reaching for her glass. I smirked, putting the glass into her hand. She took a big mouthful, wincing slightly.

“Oh wow, that is shocking.” She laughed, placing it on the dressing table. She spun quickly, clapping her hands together. “Let’s do this.”

I swallowed hard.

“Yes, let’s.”

An hour later and she was finishing up my make-up. I begged for her to keep it natural. I didn’t want to have a cake face. I hated when make-up looked so thick on skin that it went all lumpy and cakey.

She tousled my golden, honey blonde hair into beach waves. Harlen assured me I didn’t have to be over the top, and the fact that Connie had been to one or two of these things, she could back him up.

“Perfecto,” she clapped her hands together, beaming at her work.

I sat and stared back at the girl in front of me, wow, Connie really did work her magic. My eyes had a light dusting of gold and a more natural colour, making the hint of green in my eyes pop. My long, black lashes framed them perfectly. My cheeks had a hint of rosy blush, then finished them off with bronzer. My lips were coated in a pillar box red. I would have never chosen this myself, but it worked. Like, really worked.

“Wow,” I mouthed again.

“Now get your dress on,” her feet moved quickly as she jigged on the spot.

Moving to where my dress was hanging, I unzipped it to reveal a short, mini white spaghetti strap dress.

It was stunning. It really was.

My hands were still on the bag as I turned to face her, “I am going to freeze my little nips off in this,” I choked out a laugh before my eyes roamed over the material in front of me.