Be a Doll(51)

The person knocked again.

“You better do something with your hair. You look like you’ve been thoroughly fucked,’’ Mathis said with a cold voice as he glared at his button-down now wrinkled and half out of his slacks.

I scowled at him and quickly ran my fingers through my strands. I ignored how they trembled and how hot I felt, in all the senses of the word, and instead focused on Mathis as he stood up to put some order to his clothes. But with our position of me sitting and him standing next to me, I had a frontal view of his hard cock pressing against the fabric of his slacks, making it impossible to miss the big and hard evidence of his arousal.

I daintily pointed at his crotch and arched an eyebrow at my husband. “You better do something with your cock.’’

He smirked down at me and put his hands on his lean hips, as if showcasing without any shame his erection. In his eyes, the coldness that seeped in when the person knocked at the door seemed to recede some.

“Are you offering assistance, Lila?’’

“There’s someone at the door!’’ I whisper-yelled and jumped to my feet, tugging my skirt further down and straightening up as if nothing naughty had just occurred and just as if to give me reason, the person knocked again, louder and longer this time.

“Mathis! I know you’re in there, so open up man. It’s important and I’m not missing my lunch break for nothing.’’

Mathis’ head snapped to the door and the coldness basked him and iced me, killing off the last bouts of lust to leave behind only shame for my stupid behavior.

“Come in, Chance.’’

The door opened to a tall, blonde man, the same one I recognized from the wedding ceremony standing next to Mathis. I remembered him to be Mathis’ closest and oldest friend according to Megan. It was obvious that man must attract quite a lot of female attention and where Mathis’ dark sex appeal was quite entrancing, Chance’s easy smile and good-natured predisposition made him appear a lot more approachable. But then again, I didn’t know the man and only exchanged a few formalities on the wedding day.

When Chance’s blue eyes found me over the shoulder of his friend, his lips stretched wide into a smile that would have been pleasant in any other situation. Right now, it made me feel three feet tall. Where was my poise?

“Now, I see why you took your time to tell me to come in.’’ He then fixed his friend a look and while I saw my husband tensing, Chance didn’t seem impressed in the slightest. “I hope I didn’t interrupt at a bad… ah… time.’’

Oh. My. God. Please, kill me now.

My face went up in flames as I hurried to the chair in front of Mathis’ desk to gather my things. I was ready to bolt and hide. It was one thing to know that people assumed I was having sex with my husband, but it was something else to be stuck in the situation and be caught right when I was begging my husband to take me as if I had no self-esteem.

“You could have had better timing,’’ Mathis said calmly, rounding his desk and sitting regally as I shouldered my purse. I felt his eyes on me. In fact, I felt both men’s stares weighing on me. “We’ll resume tonight, Lila. I’ll be back home early.’’

Resume tonight?

I blinked at Mathis and shook my head, both to regain coherent thoughts and to deny his meaning. His only answer was to trace his lower lip while still staring at me. I pulled back my shoulders and then turned around, offering a fake smile through my embarrassment to Chance and bid my goodbyes to both men before I stalked out on teetering heels and wobbly legs while my core still wept from the lack of action it got.

I had to remember that sex was just sex. It was hormonal, didn’t have to be linked to any emotions. I couldn’t escape sex and right now I didn’t want to.

I’d have sex tonight and then Mathis would resume his life, starting with extra-marital sex while I’d focus on the day to day life until came the date when I could get a divorce with a few million to my bank account to start a new and quiet life away from all of this.

I had been delusional thinking sex would never happen.





MATHIS


As soon as the door closed after Lila, I reclined in my desk chair and sighed as I exchanged a look with my oldest friend Chance. Chance and I met back freshman year at Harvard. He had been the first one, and probably the only one, not deterred by my cold behavior and my insane drive to make it big in the business world as quickly as humanly possible. It was a good thing that all people attending Harvard happened to be driven.

Chance’s blue eyes danced as he waggled his eyebrows at me and laughed when my eyes narrowed. He had never been very impressed by me and it’s something I secretly appreciated, but at that very moment, I only wanted to punch away that damn cocky smile. Sexual frustration wasn’t a good color on me. Just like blue balls weren’t.

“Get it out now so we can talk business,’’ I muttered dismissively and pinched the bridge of my nose while I winced when my hard cock pushed against the zipper of my slacks.

Just thirty minutes or so more and I’d have fucked my wife. I’d have finally discovered if her pussy was as tight as I imagined. I’d have finally heard my name coming from her mouth when she orgasmed. I’d have finally experienced her fire with nothing between us, not even clothes to hinder my exploration of her.

Just thirty more minutes and my curiosity would have been quenched and maybe, maybe, I’d be back to normal and she’d be no more interesting to me than any other woman. Wife or not.