Sinful Indulgence

8. Kids

8. KIDS

VINCENT

It was one thing to fantasize about her being close to me but it was a whole other thing to actually have her warm body pressed against mine. A rush of exhilaration swept over my entire body and all the dirty thoughts I had been trying not to think of the entire morning, rushed back in my brain. Her warmth enveloped my body, her n*****s growing hard as they pricked against my shirt to my skin. Every pore in my body was precipitously aware of every inch of her. Suddenly she stepped back, her face flushed but the one thing I wanted was to press her against me again. f**k! She was more than just a s*x bomb and every part of me had known that since the first day I laid my eye on her.

"I’m sorry. That was rather inappropriate," she refused to meet my gaze, looking everywhere else.

"No need to apologize Bloom. I loved it, “I couldn't help the teasing smile on my face.

"Um...I need to take a shower," she blurted out.

"Is that an invitation?" The words rolled off my tongue before I could stop myself. What the heck was this woman doing to me?

Her eyes widened briefly but she was quick to cover her blush with a serious expression.

"Not really sir. Now if you'll excuse me, “She brushed me, hurrying towards her bathroom.

"It's just Vincent, “I called after her. Did she have any idea just how sexy my name sounded when she said it?

I found my way out, a smile tagging at my lips. I had just flirted with Bloom, a woman who is not my wife. I should have felt guilty but only the sense of excitement pulsed through me. The sound of voices reached me, distracting my train of thoughts. How come Jenner was back so early? Her meetings usually take more than half a day. I walked downstairs to find her chatting with Brandon. A smile worked up her beautiful face as she saw me.

"Hun, “She purred softly pecking my lips.

"Your meeting was quick this time," I noted.

"I know but at least I get to spend the entire weekend with you,"

"Enough with the lovey-dovey stuff you two. While you were gone, my grandma called and guess what? “Brandon had a frustrated look on his features.

"She is hosting another salsa contest? “I smirked at his obvious discomfort. Brandon’s grandmother was quiet the spender when it came to throwing all sorts of parties and dancing competitions.

"Nope. It's a masquerade ball this time,"

"That's an upgrade," Jenner mused.

"It's tomorrow night. Your official invitations will be here later in the evening, “I could tell he was not in the least happy about it.

"Tomorrow night? That's rather quick for a masquerade ball, don't you think?" Jenner voiced out the same thoughts I had running in my mind.

"Well, try telling that to Grandma," He huffed leaning back on the couch.

"Good luck with that buddy," I muttered.

"You two should have some kids so I can have an excuse to stay at your house instead of attending to the old lady's tantrums,” He stated nonchalantly but I felt Jenner's body stiffen next to mine. Kids were a very delicate subject in my house.

"I...Um...I need to go. See you at the ball tomorrow Brandon," Jenner rushed upstairs as I cussed under my breath.

"Did I say something wrong? “Brandon questioned clearly confused.

"Just give me a minute, “I rushed after Jenner, calling her name.

By the time I reached our bedroom, it was already locked from inside.

"Jenner please open up the door," I called.

"They are making fun of you because of me; because I can't give you just one f*****g kid!" She snapped, a mixture of anger and helplessness present in her tone.

"You know that's not what Bran meant, “I tried to reason with her even though I knew it was futile.

"We both know that's exactly what he meant. We can never have children and it's not because of you, it's all me Vincent, all me, “I could picture her face full of pain behind the closed door.

"Hun,"

"Don't Hun me when I know you'll run off to the next woman who can give you children," I sighed softly, pressing my forehead against the door.

"I love you Jenner and that is what should to both of us," I hated it every time she thought I would run off to some other woman and abandon her. She was my wife; my f*****g soul mate and the last thing I’d ever do is hurt her on purpose.

"Just stop it Vincent. You are only saying that to make me feel better but you know damn well that you'll be saying the same thing to another woman who is ready to give you an heir,"

"Jenner we've had this talk a million times. Does the fact that I love you not enough to at least trust me?" I inquired bitterly.

"Just go away Vincent!" She literally screamed at me.

A feeling of rage hit me hard. Why the bloody hell could she not trust me? She acted like all this was only hard on her but she was obviously wrong. Pushing me away every time someone brought up something to do with us having kids, had become pretty much a routine and each time it was more aggravating than the last. I stomped back downstairs with only one thought in mind; get Brandon and drive to the nearest restaurant. With the amount of stress eating my brain, I'd probably hit the bar later to drink my sorrows to death.