Landon

Brooke looks so cute curled up on our bed. Her small frame curled in on itself as her soft snores fill the atmosphere. The sight stirs my cock and that pisses me off. I just spent two weeks away from her, yet I still cannot forget how she feels, smells, tastes. Deciding to wait to wake Brooke till after my shower, I shuffle into the bathroom.

Derick and Jared, my business partners and long longtime friends, are coming over for dinner. Derick is bringing his wife, who is eight months pregnant and ready to pop. I try to focus on getting ready and ignore the temptation sleeping on the other side of the wall. Deciding on a nice dark grey button-up and some dark jeans, I am soon ready.

I approach the bed and stare down at her still figure. I have never noticed how pale her complexion was. It was like Snow White, almost ill-like. Giving her a gentle shake, her chocolate brown eyes open revealing a sleepy glazed unfocused look.

“We’re having company in an hour. Get up, shower, put on something nice, and join us.”

She blinks at me, her gaze looking more to the right of me than at me. “Okay.” Her voice was hoarse from sleep, and it sent a shiver down my spine. With a curt nod, I leave the room.

“How’s your wife?” Derick asks me as we have drinks in my study.

“If you can even call her that,” Jared scoffs. Derick’s wife Rebeca and Jared’s current mistress are having appetizers in the sitting room. My wife is supposed to be hosting them but has not yet made her presence known. Spoiled little brat.

“Legally, she is his wife, Jared. Her care and wellbeing falls under Landon,” Derick chides. Jared grunts.

“She is well… She is supposed to be in the other room right now, but she is still getting ready upstairs as far as I know.”

“Typical women, always got to take ten years to get ready,” Jared sneers.

Derick laughs. “I take it Sonia made you wait today.”

“Yeah, she’s not going to work out.”

I roll my eyes at Jared, even though inside there is a part of me that is jealous. As much as I claim Connor’s contract did not affect my life, it does. I would never be unfaithful to my wife, but a part of me longs to get back out there, flirt, and have a good time. I mean, I am only twenty-six.

The housekeeper Mrs. Fanny tells us it is time for dinner, and we all shuffle into the formal dining room. I notice that Brooke is still very much absent. Clenching my hands into fists, I reign in my temper.

“If you’d all excuse me a minute,” I tell my guests then as calmly as I can manage head upstairs to my room.

Brooke

Scrubbing my face to wash away the nausea, I clutch the porcelain sink. If I throw up one more time, I am going to the hospital. This is ridiculous. I push my glasses on my face just in time to hear the bedroom door swing open.