Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Winnie was special. He knew that.
“So, I was checking, and today is the last of the artisan market,” Elias said.
“Yeah, I know.” She took a bite of some bread and turned to look at him.
“Do you want to go?”
She chewed and he watched as she swallowed. “But you hate it.”
“You love it, and if there is anything you want, we can pick it up today.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah.”
Winnie frowned. “But you hate it.”
“There are a lot of things in this world that I hate, Winnie. I can’t change them, and I have to put up with them. When it comes to you, you’re my wife, and I want you to be happy. So, I want to make you happy.”
“I’m starting to wonder where you might have put my husband.”
He reached out and put his hand on hers. “I’m right here.”
And he wasn’t going anywhere.
Chapter Six
One Week Later
Winnie lit the candle and then heard the door open. This was scary. She didn’t know if he remembered, but she did, that this was now their “true” fourth anniversary. This was the day they met and married. Four years exactly. After today, they were going to be into their fifth year. She knew it was like three years and so many months, instead of four years, but once she got into the next year, it was pointless.
They never celebrated their anniversary. She remembered it as it had fundamentally changed her life. Just like a week ago, since they had started to have sex. A lot of sex.
After they had gone to the final day of the artisan market, Elias had taken them to one of his restaurants, and she didn’t know what led up to it. They ended up in his office, having sex across his desk. It had been intense, crazy, and one of the single most erotic moments of her life. They hadn’t stopped there.
The sex just kept happening, and she loved it. Waking up to him kissing down her back, before rolling her over and licking her pussy. Watching television, that ended with her naked and riding his cock.
In one week, she figured they had made up for lost time. There had been a few lunches where Elias had returned to the apartment, and one look in his eyes, and she had known what he wanted. Without a word, she had gone to him, kissed him, and they made love, and they fucked. It was like she had entered a completely different life from her own. This was exciting and shocking, and everything in between. She loved it.
She spun around in time to see Elias enter the main dining room. He was dressed in the same suit he had on that morning when he left. This was unusual for him, as she had noticed over the years he often came home in different clothes. In the beginning, she thought it was because he cheated. Now, she knew it was because he was taking care of business.
He stopped and looked at the table and then at her, with a frown.
“Happy Anniversary,” she said, feeling her cheeks heat. “I didn’t think you would remember, but this is when we first met.”
At first, he didn’t say anything. Then, he took a step closer, and another. He reached out, gripping the back of her neck, not tightly but firmly. He pulled her close, and within seconds, his lips were on hers.
“I remember, Winnie,” he said. “I have three other gifts in my office I intended to give to you, but I didn’t want to remind you of that night.”
“I know,” Winnie said. “I kind of … didn’t want to remind you, in case you regretted not killing me.” She tried to make a joke of it, only she wondered if he did feel that way.
“I don’t regret a thing.” And he kissed her again.
How did he do that? She was unable to think, and he had a way with his lips that just made her melt. She had zero control of what she could do or think. He was the master of her body.
“Happy Anniversary, Winnie.” He kissed her again, and she truly believed their food was going to be spoiled because if he kept kissing her like that, there was not going to be any chance of her wanting to eat. “I’m going to go and get your gifts.” And with that, he kissed the top of her head.
Winnie felt nervous. She had a present for him. The other presents she had gotten were in the wardrobe in the bedroom. She made her escape to go and get them. Like him, she hadn’t known if they should celebrate their anniversary or not.
The memories of that night came flooding back to her as she grabbed the three remaining items. They were not massive items, or even anything of real value. Just little trinkets she had seen over the years that made her think of him.