After he comes with an animalistic grunt, he pushes her off him, puts his cock back in his jeans, and steps aside.
“Leave. Now.”
She wipes her mouth, stands, and looks back at me. Her eyes glare through angry slits at me before she spins away, her heels clicking as she leaves.
“What a show,” I say sarcastically, crossing my arms over my chest to cover my hard nipples and disguise my shaking hands.
I know from the moment the words leave my lips that it was a bad move. Looking up at him, I see him lick his teeth before he gives me his back, walks out the door, and slams it behind him.
Again, with the door slam.
Anger issues, that one.
Childish behavior.
Turning back to the window, I try to calm my nerves, but it’s no use. I just watched that bastard get a blowjob, and he knew I was here and demanded I watch.
What kind of man is he?
And why do I keep asking myself that?
Deciding to get up, I go to the closet and open the door. It’s full of suits. Black ones, and they’re all extremely expensive. I know he has money, it’s obvious from the way he lives and how he has servants.
Thumbing my fingers over the fabric of a suit jacket, I jump when I hear someone speak.
“Miss.” The boy is back.
“Do you do anything else other than check up on me?” I ask.
“It’s my job, Miss. Can I please escort you outside now?”
“Is it a request?” I ask. He looks at me, puzzled. “I mean, do I have to go?”
“Well, no, but I can take you out there.”
“No, I don’t want to go out.” I continue looking through Keir’s closet. “Where are we?” I mean, I know we can’t be too far from New York, but how far?
“Coney Island, Miss.”
Wow, okay, didn’t expect that.
“Thank you.”
“Welcome.” Then I hear his footsteps retreating. I keep searching but come up with absolutely nothing. He has no hidden areas and nothing for me to snoop into. I was hoping to find a phone. But, of course, he wouldn’t make it that easy for me to have access to outside communication.
“Your husband is here.” I spin on my heels to see Keir back so soon, standing at the door.
I’m shocked by his words and not even sure if I want to see my complete asshole of a husband. So, I ask him a question, “Do you know what your name means?” I change the subject
“Care to enlighten me?” he replies, unmoving.
“The dark one,” I say, referring to the meaning of his name, and he smiles at my words.
“Clever after all. Now, follow me.” He doesn’t ask me how I know the meaning of his name, and I wouldn’t know how to tell him anyway. When I was trying to get pregnant, that’s what I did, I researched baby books for names. I remember that name, and I liked it, despite the meaning.
It suits him. Keir.
Asshole.
“Sailor,” Keir barks my name, and I move to catch up with him. He takes me the same way I went to the dining area, and that’s where I see him—my husband—standing there, one hand on a chair as he watches me approach. No emotion crosses his face, no worry, no concern for my wellbeing. I could have been tortured or raped, and he doesn’t even seem to give one single fuck about it.
“Dillan.” He smiles at his name leaving my lips in a shocked tone. I do not return his smile.
“It’s good to see you.” He starts to make his way over to me but pauses and looks to Keir. I do the same and see him shake his head at Dillan. I’m thankful because if he touched me right now, I might knee him where his sperm does not shine. “Look …” he scratches the back of his head and looks to Keir, “… can I have a minute with her?”
“No,” Keir responds straight away, leaving no room for argument.
Dillan faces me again, and a look I know only too well after years of experience stares back at me. He is about to talk me into something. He always does it well, and for some stupid reason I listen. Obey even, like the good wife I am.
“You have lipstick, just here.” I tap my shoulder, indicating a spot on his wrinkled shirt. “Did you know?” Dillan glances at it, then shakes his head.
“It’s only until I get the money. Once l get the money, we can go away. A holiday like you’ve always asked for,” he pleads with me.
Lies.
We never had a honeymoon, and I’ve always wanted to leave America, but he never wanted to. So, we stayed home, he went to work, and I tried not to miscarry. It was a vicious cycle that I have no desire to repeat.
A cycle that it’s time I am set free from, even if the circumstances are less than favorable for me right now.
“Sailor, I see that look. Don’t think like that, you know we are destined. No one would treat you like I do. No one will love you like I do.” He steps closer, his hands reaching out to touch my face. I stay still, shocked that he’s even thinking of touching me right now.
Has he forgotten he just sold me?
“You only have one love, Dillan.” He smiles at my words. “Yourself.” His smile falls from his lips, then he sucks air through his teeth and his attitude changes in the time it took me to blink.
Turning from me, he addresses Keir, “You can keep the bitch.”
“I’m not yours to sell!” I scream back at him.
Dillan turns quickly and gets in my face, his fingers digging into my cheeks. “You are whatever I want you to be. And now you will be whatever he wants as well. Because you are nothing, Sailor. No one likes you, and you have no one.”
My mouth drops open in disgusted awe at his words that he could say something like that to me after everything I’ve done to please him. “You are so cruel.”
He shrugs and pulls back, completely unfazed. “You were just too blind to see it and always saw the best in people. Your parents warned you.” He smiles as if it’s a win, as if he’s happy he’s won. He’s gloating. My parents told me not to marry him, but I was young and believed Dillan loved me, that he could take me away from the life I was living. What a fool I was.
“Do you love me?” I have to know, not that it will change anything, but I need to know.
He licks his lips as if he’s contemplating answering me, then says, “We both fell out of love with each other a while ago, you just didn’t want to believe it. You pulled away from my kisses, you stopped liking them, and you pulled away from me in doing so.”
To be honest, I never liked the way he kissed me anyway.
Or the way he fucked.
Or … fuck. Anything.
From the corner of my eye, I catch Keir watching us as if we’re boring him with this interaction. We probably are, and to be honest, I can’t blame him for his lack of empathy. Why would he care about our marriage or our lives when I don’t give a shit if I see Dillan ever again.
“You have one week to pay this debt off. That’s all I will give you. After that, I’m walking out. And if this man chooses to kill you if you haven’t paid, that’s your problem, not mine. And … I want my phone back. I need to work.” I cross my arms over my chest and look back to Dillan when Keir says nothing in return.
“I can’t get that type of money in one week!” Dillan has the audacity to yell at me.