Juliette didn’t know what to do. Michael often wouldn’t accept the word no from someone if he wanted something badly enough. Could she survive through a lunch with Michael? It felt hard now, just sitting across from him. Juliette’s imagination had her believing Michael stared at her with a hungry stare. Like he’d missed being able to find his satisfaction by using her body. Oh, he didn’t leave her wanting satisfaction. Michael only failed to ask permission to her body and time. Juliette wanted to distract herself from these thoughts. She wanted him to have her for lunch, not take her out for lunch. He enjoyed that and his mouth skills were beyond talented, and headed towards masterful. This upset Juliette, because she’d not experience that satisfaction again. She closed her eyes, reminding herself of Michael's desire for her return. Doing exactly what she did before she’d left. “Juliette? You need to eat. I know you’ve not eaten. I can see it on
"Michael, you don't have to do this." I’m not completely incompetent. You don’t have to do this,” Juliette said as they finished their meal. “I don’t see why you suddenly out of the blue go from hating me to kicking me out of your life, and now, you’re insisting we try again. I don’t understand you at all.” She needed to understand this. “Is this all a game for you?” “It’s my life Juliette, I don’t play games with it.” Their conversation had taken a turn somewhere, and he didn’t like it. “No, but you do with mine.” Juliette said this. But he barely heard her. She mumbled this meekly, with no heat to her words. Her words almost sounded hollow. “I can't do anything to make you sign the divorce papers and end this sooner than expected.” “Six months, Juliette, and an honest attempt at fixing things.” Juliette had to stop looking at her plate to see his reaction to her next words. "How can you repair something that was already broken?" Thi
When they arrived at the front of her building. “I’ll have Edward pick you up from here. When would you finish? I want you home for dinner.” “I don’t know. Whenever I finish with all the responses to my readers. I'm uncertain about the duration, but I doubt we'll finish before dinner. He never cared if she ate with him before this. Michael only wanted to know dinner was ready and waiting for him. She only dined with him during their pretend married couple role-playing sessions at night. Dinner and sex before bed were his idea of what married life was about. Michael didn’t like what he heard from her. This didn’t bode well for her health. He now knew that she couldn’t burn the midnight oil, so to speak, without paying a high price for doing that. “You’re going to make yourself sick working like that, Juliette.” “Well, if I do, at least my being divorced from you means you won’t suffer from my failings. Ready to sign the documents yet?”
“Did you really interpret it that way? Your presence has a profound effect on me. I didn’t notice until you were gone.” He nipped at her throat as his body recovered from the surprise. His hands opened his belt, pants, and underwear. It didn’t take much to get them down to his knees and, shortly thereafter, to his ankles. Michael wrapped her thighs around his waist. One of his hands slipped between them and explored his wife’s pussy. A location he loved to experience often. He pushed her thin panties aside and the head of his cock stopped at her entrance. Michael stood tall and made eye contact with her. “Last chance to say no, my sweet little wife.” Juliette’s eyes glazed over with lust. She’d always loved sex and never said no to it. Julie rarely had the opportunity to have a lover. She leaned in and kissed him, demonstrating what she needed from him. Her butt cheeks tightened as her entrance angled toward him, silently begging him to continue. “This, little
Michael buckled his belt and turned to Juliette. “You need to get your overnight bag packed.” He didn’t mention her assistant before a buzzing sound came from the television. He saw Juliette blush as she groaned. “That’s probably Beck. He’s early.” Juliette moved to pass him and picked up a remote from the small coffee table. She pointed it at the small television on the wall and turned it on. Sure enough, there stood Beckett staring at the camera. “I left class early to get a head start. It’s not an inconvenience, is it?” That clarified his youthful appearance. He still went to school. Michael knew he planned to change that as soon as he could. His wife needed a competent and experienced assistant. Not some eager-beaver boy scout. Michael hated his jealousy towards every man in Juliette's life. He thought he’d be the only one. Now he needed to gain some control again. “Oh, sure come…” Juliette said, as sweet as pie and with as much innocence that Michael’s
“Sir, I’m sorry, but I don’t understand what’s going on here. Please fill me in. What has Julie so upset? I’ve never seen her this shaky before or flustered. Have you threatened to sue her or something?” Beck tried to be polite. Julie just called him her ex-husband. However, he questioned the necessity of being polite. Should he be kicking this man out of Julie’s apartment? They weren’t together and yet. “Oh, and you should fix the hem of your shirt. It’s messed up.” Beckett pointed to his own waistband of his pants to help Michael. Michael glanced down, rolled his eyes in annoyance, and neatly tucked in the shirt. “I’d say it’s not what you think. But it is what you think. I stated my case today and explained everything to Juliette. We’re getting back together and trying to make a go of it. She’s leaving here and returning to our home. Starting tomorrow, you’ll work from there, just keep your hands off her. “What? Wait. You think that we…?” Beckett pointed to
Michael now regretted hearing this. He mistreated a woman who deceived him about her disability and needs. Now Beckett tells him she’s putting everyone, including him, ahead of herself. Why should he care? Why did he care? “Are you accusing me of using her to my benefit” Michael’s back was up now. He hated having the tables turned like this on him. "Consider what she gained from the past three years with you." You have everything. You still have your social circles, your home, your job, and she must start over. But are you going to let her?” Michael observed Beckett's perceptive understanding of the world and persuasive voice. “She won’t accept help. Is that what you’re saying, along with I’m abusing her?” “Everyone abuses her, Michael, in. In one way or another, she’s the type of person who would die if it meant others would live. Even people she considers are her enemy. She’d make sure they were good before she took her
Aria was furious because she felt her life was spiraling into darkness. Her family wanted nothing to do with her because they had caught her lying in a live broadcast on her channel. Her modelling career was slow due to a designer's claim that she was demanding and made scenes. She wasn’t a clotheshorse, but that’s what he wanted. She had a big personality, and she wouldn’t mute it for his clothes. She had limited options remaining. Aria hated debasing herself to Leon, but what options did she have? Finding a job wasn't as simple for her. Her skills surpassed the demands of a mundane job. Aria struggled with her situation until Leon and his guards entered the lobby. She’d never tire of looking at his handsome face. His broad shoulders made him dwarf his guards in size. Part of his problems with people was because of his size and his money. He would threaten other men with his very presence, and they’d attack him to prove he wasn’t all that and more wrapped i