Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 25728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Chapter 11
Amber
Colin returned to the kitchen just as I was putting breakfast on the table. I hadn't even checked whether he wanted to eat or not, just fell back into the old routine we'd had from our short-lived romance. He liked my cooking or at least that's what he'd said, this new Colin might refuse it just to spite me though so I was prepared to get my feelings hurt.
"Thank you." He sat down to his vegetable cheese omelet with home fries and toast. I took a smaller portion for myself and sat across from him.
"You're welcome." I kept my head down I'm usually a timid person by nature and with the added hostility I wanted to make myself as invisible as possible. I didn't know what would set him off and though this new calmer being was much more welcomed than the tyrant I had met yesterday, I didn't fool myself for one second that things would remain this ...civil.
"I called my mother and told her about Anthony, I had a hard time talking her out of rushing right over, she's given us one day before she invades."
I tensed my whole body, if his mother knew that meant others soon would; what would that mean for me, for my son?
"Why the fuck do you keep tensing up every time I mention my family? And don't try telling me that one of them did or said anything to you the last time because I know it's a fucking lie."
"If you have all the answers why the...hell do you keep asking me then? If you don't want to hear the answer, then don't ask the question." I'd lost my appetite, I was truly over his attitude who the hell did he think he was anyway?
"Watch your tone."
"Fuck...You." I threw down my fork and made to rise from the table but he was too fast for me.
"I warned you." He grabbed my upper arms bringing me closer to him; before I knew what he was doing he was kissing me. No that's not right, this wasn't a kiss it was a ravishing. His tongue was halfway down my throat before I realized I was responding. My body clung to his like a limpet while I tried telling myself we should stop, but I didn't want to stop. It had been so long since I’d felt like this he had awakened my body, taught it to want his, only for me to be torn away after too short a time. My body recognized his it wanted it burned. My nipples were pebbles of aching need as I pulled on his hair trying to get even closer to him. He kissed me like my Colin, with passion. The kiss was punishing but oh so good, and when he ran his fingertips over my nipples I was a puddle of goo. I lost all thought and sense of being as the kiss consumed me I felt the heat of his need against me and mewled. His answering groan was loud, and I guess that's what broke the spell. He drew away from me abruptly and without another word turned and left the kitchen. I was left catching my breath and wondering what the hell was happening to my life.
Colin
What, the fuck, was that? Was I so desperate that I'd wade in that pool again? Didn't she burn me badly enough before? Fuck. My heart was still racing and my body refused to obey me. I knew I still wanted her, but not like this I wanted her on my own terms. Not with the same old passion with which she’d ruled me.
I spent the rest of the day holed up in my office. Face it Colin you're hiding out. I peaked in on my son in the afternoon but apart from that I stayed the hell away from her. When it was nearing Anthony's bedtime I snuck into my room heading to the en suite bathroom to have a shower. I heard her on the monitor, I couldn't quite hear what she was saying so I turned it up, and got my second shock of the day. She was singing some slow sad melody about love abiding and loving me for a long, long time.
Fuck me, oh my fucking hell, what the hell is she trying to do to me? She sounded so sad, so alone; why was she singing those words? What the hell did it mean? I pulled my hair in frustration as tears ran down my cheeks. I dared anyone to listen to those words sung in her sweet, melancholic voice and not break. The saddest part was that she was singing to herself, that was no lullaby for my son and she had no idea I was in my room listening in. That was a woman's broken heart put into song. How many times had she sung this shit to herself?