Reclaiming His Wife

CHAPTER THREE - PLAN CONCEIVED

After Jessica left the bedroom and made her way to the garage, Mark called down to his security team and ordered that two of his bodyguards follow her. Whether she wanted to accept it or not, she was the wife of a billionaire and needed to be protected at all times.

While he respected her need for space and privacy. His need as her husband to protect her would trump that any day.

Satisfied his men would ensure her safety, Mark made his way to the connecting door separating their bedroom suites from each other.

Finally, inside his room, Mark stood there for a minute, stunned by his encounter with his wife, and not only because she wanted to divorce him. When he’d caged her against the wall he’d had the strongest urge to pull her into his arms and kiss her senseless. He'd wanted to do more than kiss her. He'd wanted to grab her delectable ass, wrap those smooth chocolate legs around his hips and bury his c**k, balls deep inside of her. He'd had to fight every instinct in his body not to f**k her up against the wall.

What was the world coming to, when one wanted to f**k one's wife every which way possible?

Pulling a tired hand down his face, Mark was disgusted with himself. He felt bad lusting after his best friend. Yeah, technically they were married. So said best friend was also his wife. But as she'd pointed out several times tonight, theirs was a marriage of convenience. They had agreed to not allow the marriage to become s****l; to not complicate the friendship. Looking back, he wanted to kick himself for agreeing to such an idiotic thing.

His wife was sexy as f**k. He'd spent the last three years living in torture. From the moment the judge had said you may now kiss the bride and his lips had landed on hers, he'd been a goner. He'd been in a perpetual state of arousal ever since. He couldn't count the number of nights he'd gone to bed with blue balls, only to wake up with bluer balls. Well actually he could, roughly one thousand one hundred nights, give or take a few.

The only reason he'd never made a move was that he knew she was vulnerable in the world all by herself and he didn't want to take advantage of that. He also hadn't wanted to mess up their friendship. She'd enter his life at a time when he needed someone around him whom he could trust. Jessica had proven her worth and then some. He considered his friendship with her invaluable. But perhaps he was too quick to dismiss the possibility of actually developing their friendship into something more.

If he was being real with himself, he could admit he lusted after his wife and cared for her deeply. But honestly speaking, could he really consider what he felt as LOVE?

Jess wanted love. He just wished he could give it to her. She deserved that and more. But could he give it to her? Did he want to follow her and make promises he might not be able to keep?

He'd seen what broken promises did to a person and to a marriage. He didn't want that for Jess and him.

On the other hand, could he really let Jess go?

Could he grant her the freedom to move on with her life by signing the divorce papers? Could he maintain a friendship with her all the while watching her move on to another guy, starting a new relationship and possibly a family with anyone else but him?

Hell-to-the-f*****g-NO.

He would not let Jess go. She was HIS.

His wife.

And he would RECLAIM what was his.

He might not know what love is or whether he was capable of loving Jess the way she deserved to be loved. But he did know he could not live without her.

He refused to live without her.

He would NOT live without her.

He would do everything in his power to make her happy.

At least he had a starting point from which to build: their mutual attraction to each other.

From her reaction to his closeness tonight he wondered if she’d felt it, too. If she'd felt the same electricity that passed through him when he got close to her. He knew he’d seen an acknowledgement of mutual lust in her brown eyes she hadn’t been able to hide.

It excited him.

It meant there was hope for him fixing this and hope was a powerful thing.

He was surprised she was able to hold back. To resist the attraction stirring between them. He wasn’t used to beautiful women holding themselves back. Women usually tried to give themselves to him. Before his marriage, he'd allowed his lust to guide him and had accepted many an offering. However, when he'd said his vows to Jessica, he'd meant it. Never mind, it was a marriage of convenience. He'd remain faithful to her. Even if he was the sort that cheated, his d**k would not allow him. He may be able to flirt with other women, but that was it. His d**k remained limp around everyone except the one person he couldn't sleep with. Figures.

To say he was frustrated, would be an understatement. He had even started to pull away from Jessica for a while now. Not because he didn't like her and enjoy her company as she had wrongly assumed. But because he couldn't stop his thoughts from running wild. Every time he was around her, every time he breathed in her unique chocolate scent he got hard as a f*****g steel pipe. It was ridiculous and inconvenient, to say the least.

He found himself being unable to function around her. The way she tilted her head to the side in deep thought, the way she nibbled on her full bottom lip when she considered something or the way she would blink when she was confused, all turned him on. He couldn't stop picturing running his lips across her neck, tasting her earlobes or pulling her thick long hair as he ravished her lips.

'f**k!" He bellowed. Just thinking about his wife got him all hot and bothered.

Stripping out of his clothes, he made his way to the en suite. Despite the fact he'd spent the last hour listening to his wife tell him how she wanted to divorce him, Mark's mind was repeatedly playing on loop the image of her in that gold dress. He knew his wife was f*****g hot with curves for days. But seeing her in that dress tonight brought out the caveman in him. He had literally had to turn his back on her to keep his raging erection in check. To preserve some level of dignity. Had he not done so, he would have fallen to his knees before her in the middle of the dinner party, begging her to allow him to f**k her. He was so gone.

Butt naked he stepped into the shower and blasted the cold water on his overheated body. It did little to assuage his c**k which was so hard and painful it wasn't even funny.

His rock hard c**k was jutting out dripping pre-c*m.

Placing his head against the cold tile, Mark grabbed his engorged c**k and hissed from the contact. It felt too painfully good.

"Jeez! If this is what she does to me and I haven't even tasted her. I'm going to f*****g die when I finally sink into her tight cunt. Gawd," he groaned.

Fisting his c**k tightly, Mark couldn't stop his hips from jerking as he pictured Jessica on the floor in front of him, her plump lips wrapped around his c**k sucking for all she was worth. Images of her doe-like eyes looking up at him while she worked him off in her mouth had him squirting thick ropes of c*m against the wall before he was ready. The sad reality that was his life, despite ejaculating, his c**k was still hard impatient for the real thing.

Finishing off his shower, Mark exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He needed to fix this. No way would he allow Jessica to leave his life. She was the best thing in it. While he had initially gotten upset by the fact she wanted to leave him. Perhaps this was just the wake-up call he needed. As his attraction towards her grew, he'd started to plan for their future. He hadn't felt comfortable changing their agreement mid-way. He'd plan on broaching the topic of them staying together after the end of the five-year contract. Of making their marriage real. This talk of divorce hadn't changed his mind. It had only pushed up his time frame.

Six months ago he'd completed construction on a resort he had built in Guyana as a birthday gift for Jessica. Despite everything she'd said about her country, he'd known she would eventually want to return. He'd schedule a surprise trip for her in two months time to present her birthday gift. He guessed they were now heading to Guyana sooner than expected. He didn't mind. He would just have to reschedule his calendar for the next month. No way would he allow his wife to travel without him. Especially now that he knew she was as attracted to him as he to her.

He'd seen the way her eyes dilated when he got into her personal space. He could practically hear her heart beating out of her chest. What was discouraging, however, was the knowledge that she wasn't planning on acting on her desires. He knew she was somewhat shy, and he'd never pried into her life before him. So he had no idea how many boyfriends she'd had back in Guyana. For the two years they'd gone to school together, he'd seen countless guys flirt with her, but he'd never actually seen her date any of them. So he wasn't sure what her type was.

None of that mattered now, he told himself as he strode over to the window. He was her husband now and forever. All past boyfriends didn't matter and there would be no future boyfriend.

He didn’t often feel thunderstruck, but she’d dropped a bombshell on him tonight. How could she think of leaving him? Surely she knew what she meant to him? She was his best friend, his wife. She kept him sane when his crazy mother tried to control his life and when his younger siblings got on his nerves. He couldn't do without her. Thinking of her leaving him, caused his heart to ache. He knew he told her he didn't do love. He didn't believe in love. He was upfront with her about it from the beginning. But that didn't mean he didn't have feelings for her. He had feelings for his wife, strong feelings. At times he felt as if his feelings were suffocating him. He wouldn't call it love. But then they didn't need such a baseless emotion when they had each other. He knew they both cared about each other. He for one couldn't live without her and he wouldn't. Not if he had anything to say about it, and best believe, he had plenty to say.

First, he needed to figure out why Jessica was bailing on him. He’d expected better of her than desertion. Her excuse that she wanted to go back to Guyana for a while hadn’t made sense. He'd also need to figure out what she'd meant by that cheating comment. Did she really believe he'd been unfaithful to her during their marriage so far? And if so, why? He hadn't given her any reason to question his fidelity. At least he thought he hadn't. But when he'd questioned her, she'd brushed the remark aside. She wasn’t one to let her emotions get the best of her anyway and neither was he. That was what he’d liked about her from the start. Now his instincts told him she wasn’t telling him the full truth.

Yet if she couldn’t be truthful with her own husband and best friend after all these years, then something was definitely wrong. He'd thought they'd had a closer bond. One where she felt comfortable telling him everything and anything. But apparently, he was mistaken.

Shit! What a hypocritical jackass he sounded. Criticising her for not being totally honest, when he hadn't been either.

That was one of the things he'd have to rectify. He needed to work on gaining his wife's complete trust and fully trusting her in return. The marriage he'd envisioned for them wouldn't work if they didn't trust each other.

He'd seen what a lack of trust did to marriage. His parents' marriage was a prime example. He was man enough to admit all his messed up views on love, marriage and family was rooted in the way he'd grown up and what they'd taught him.

His father was a workaholic and his mother was bitter. Theirs was a love match that quickly turned sour. His father had underestimated his bride's desire to feel cherished and worshipped and his mother had overestimated her ability to pull his father away from his first love: his job. They both had spent far too much time trying to bend each other to their will, they had eroded what love they once had and had wrecked any semblance of normality for Mark and his siblings.

Mark had learned at an early age he could not take someone at their word. Too many broken promises by both parents ensured that.

But things would be different with Jessica. He knew what not to do. So it shouldn't be hard to make a real marriage work between them. After all, he was a master strategist.

He just needed to call his PA and put his plans into place.