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***

I decided I would quickly
stop in at home on my way back to the hotel. Rick would still be at work, so I
could collect my mail and grab a few things from there that I needed. I parked
a couple of houses away, just in case for some unknown reason he had been
there. I’d seen this sort of precautionary covert thing on TV before, and it
seemed like a good idea. Either that or I was a completely paranoid.
Alexis,
you will have to face him soon.
I knew facing him was inevitable, it’s just
I still wasn’t ready.
Would I ever be?

There was no sight of him
when I walked inside, however, the feeling I got when I entered was not what it
normally was. For starters, the kids weren’t there, which automatically took
away that sense of homeliness, and secondly, the house was in a terrible mess. There
were dishes in the sink, clothes on the bedroom floor, and remnants of a broken
picture of us on our honeymoon on the kitchen table. I shook my head. This
wasn’t like Rick. He had always been relatively neat and tidy, and although he
had a temper at times, I was the one out of the two of us who would throw
something in anger, not him.

I picked up the broken
picture which resembled my broken heart.
What went wrong? What did I do, or
not do, that would make him actually have sex with another woman while we were
married? Maybe it was because I was heavier back then? I don’t fucking know. If
he had been tempted by Claire, fine, I got that, but why not just break it off
or tell me sooner or...Fuck!
I threw the frame across the room. It hit the
wall and smashed into pieces on the floor.
I went through the letters that
had been thrown on the bench: bills, bank statements and more bills. I figured
he would see to them, he always had. Being a mortgage broker sort of earned him
the role of handling our finances, and as far as I was aware he did a good job
of it. I never had the reason to worry about any of it. I quickly grabbed some
extra clothes, not that I didn’t have more than enough back at Bryce’s
apartment, because I did. I guess I just wanted some items of my own that were
familiar to me, like my slippers for instance. I had secretly pined over them
the last few days. I also grabbed my hair brush and contraceptive pill box. I
didn’t want to dawdle or hang around any longer, just in case he came home
early, so I hopped into the car and drove back to the hotel.

***

I pulled into the basement
car park. Bryce was there before I had even closed the door. “What took you so
long? I’ve been worried.”

“I went home to get a few
things.” He looked ashen. “Don’t worry, Rick wasn’t there. I knew he wouldn’t
be. He doesn’t normally finish work till 4 p.m.” This seemed to relieve him a
little.

“You should have told me you
were going home, I would’ve come with you,” he said slightly annoyed.

“I didn’t think of it until
after I’d collected my car. Anyway, I have to face Rick on my own.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do. Thank you for the
concern and for wanting to be my knight in shining armour, but this is between
Rick and me.”

“I know, Alexis, it’s just I
don’t want you to see him, not until...” He stopped.

“Not until what, Bryce?”

He put his hands in his
pockets. “Not until you are prepared.”
Prepared? I’ll never be prepared
really.
I put my hands on the sides of his arms.

“That’s sweet, but I’ll never
be prepared to hear the details of when my husband decided a young slut was
more satisfying than his loving wife.”

He dropped to his knees and
put his hands on my hips. “Nobody is more satisfying than you my love. Nobody.”
He pressed his face into my abdomen, just below my belly button. I had on a
short white cotton slip dress. He sucked in a large deep breath through his
nose, clenching his fingers as he did. Instantly, I recognised his hunger for
me. I had felt this need many times before, one of those times being in this
very garage.

I put my hands in his hair as
he began kissing my stomach through the cotton dress, triggering that wonderful
tingling feeling in the very spot he was kissing me on. He started to scrunch
up my dress with his hands, making me grip his hair in anticipation of what I
knew was coming. I helped him lift it over my head until I was standing before
him in my underwear and brown leather sandals. He looked at me and gritted his
teeth, repeating what he had just said. “Nobody is more satisfying than you,
Alexis. Nobody.” He scooped me up and took me over to the Charger. “I believe
we have some unfinished business here.”
Oh fuck, yes we do, Bring it on.

“That we do, Mr. Clark.” I
smiled at him, allowing him to see the excitement that now covered my face. He
placed me down on the bonnet, the very spot where I had nearly succumbed to him
weeks ago. I leaned back and propped myself up on my elbows.

“Ms. Summers, you have no
idea how much I have thought about the last time you were sitting here. How
much I wanted to taste you there and then.”
I wanted you to taste me, too. I
want you to taste me now.

“Well, Mr. Clark, I suggest
you stop thinking and start tasting.” The look in his eyes told me he was going
to rip my lace knickers—it’s what he does—so, I didn’t argue when he tore
through them like a hot knife through butter.
Oh, shit, that was even sexier
than the last time.
He placed both his hands on the bonnet of the car, and
hovered over me with his greedy eyes set on one target. I put my foot up on his
chest stopping him, staring hot and wanting into his hungry eyes. I did it
because I wanted to remember the very look on his face, the look that told me I
was everything he ever wanted. But I could tell the suspense as to when I was
going to lift my foot, was adding to his already increasing urge, so I lifted
it, and watched his head disappear between my legs. His first touch always sent
my body into a frenzy, and forcing my head back in sheer pleasure.
Oh, fuck,
he is extraordinarily good with his tongue.
I gripped the bonnet with both
hands, but my fingers were moist with perspiration and slipped slightly on the
glossy purple finish of the Charger. My mouth was open, letting moans of
delight escape as his tongue went up and down, increasing my wetness. I watched
him lift his head, and his eyes meet mine. They were so sexy and alluring, and
I could read them like a book. Right now they were saying, ‘you belong at the
tip of my tongue’ and mine were replying with, ‘I know’. He trailed his tongue
up over my clitoris again, then continued to trail it up across my caesarean
scar, and over my abdomen, until his very delicious tongue was in my mouth. I pushed
myself up from my elbows, so that I could reach and unbuckle his jeans. I
ripped at his underwear, and to my delight they tore with ease.
Ha, good
work, Alexis.

His mouth fell open in
surprise. “We may have to go underwear shopping soon.”

“Yes we may.” I agreed, as I
guided him in. And as always he fit me like a glove. The sensation I felt, at
his mercy, was wonderful, but it was the look in his eyes, as always, that
tipped me over the edge.

“Hunny, I can’t get enough of
you.”

I breathed heavily as he moved
in and out of me. “Good, I don’t want you to.” He lifted me up and walked over
to the Bel Air, placing me down on its bonnet. “Oh, on the Chev as well, Mr.
Clark?” I asked, greedily.

He mouthed my neck. “I’ll do
you on all of them if you like?” The excitement spread across my face as I
looked around the garage. There were a lot of cars in here.
Fuck, that’s a
lot of sex.

“Even the Aston and
Reventon?”
Surely not. One slight dent and there’s fifty thousand dollars in
repairs just there.

“Especially those two.” He
put me down.

“No you can’t, I would cringe
thinking we’d do damage.”

“Yes we can.” His devilish
glint appeared, but I was one step ahead of him and I took off. I managed to
get behind the Lexus, giggling as I paused.

“No, Bryce. You’ll seriously
do damage.”

His devilish grin grew wider.
I ran behind the Ferrari, looking at him through the windows on the opposite
side. I noticed the beige interior and imagined his bare arse on it.
Alexis,
snap out of it! You are in the middle of being hunted down.

“Alexis, I will always beat
you on foot.”

“Ah, but could you beat me on
four wheels?” I shot him the challenge.

“We’ll have to find out, my
love.”

“Yes, we will.” I took off
towards the McLaren and he caught me, pinning my back up against the golden
orange door panel. He spread my arms out across the windows as he kissed my
neck and chest, then lifted my leg so he could penetrate me once again. I
placed my arms around his neck and my hands in his hair.

“I love you, Bryce.”

“I know, Hunny.” Then lifting
me completely, he walked over to the lowline Reventon, and placed me down so
that I was sitting on the roof.
The roof, fuck!

“What are you doing?”

“Shhh, my love.”

 I hesitantly moved back. I
felt like I was on thin ice—one move and the roof would crack or cave in. He
walked around to the front of the car and stepped up onto the bonnet.
Oh
fuck, no.
I threw my hands over my mouth as he lifted off the ground. The
sound the bonnet made as it bowed, vibrated right through me. I was horrified
and extremely fucking turned on at the same time, but he just smirked.

“Bryce Edward Clark, stop! You
are ruining your car, and stop smirking it’s not funny.” He took another step
and placed his hands on the roof eyeing me disobediently, then scaled the
windscreen with his feet. I felt myself moving backwards along the roof as he
hunted me down. I had nowhere left to go, so I laid back completely and put my
hands over my face. “I can’t believe you are doing this.”

“Believe it, Hunny.” He
lifted my pelvis while on his knees and entered me once more.
Oh, shit. Hot
sex on the roof of a 1.6 million dollar Lamborghini Reventon, it doesn’t get
much better than this.
I still had my hands over my face when he leaned
forward and removed them, pinning them down on the roof above my head. “Don’t
hide, Ms. Summers, I want to see your face as we dent this fucker.” My mouth
fell open and I raised my head ever so slightly. He pushed harder and harder,
and the noise of the roof panel as it buckled in and out got louder and louder.
He was loving it, and so was I but for different reasons I suspect. We climaxed
together and he groaned like never before. I cried out with him then relaxed
every part of my body as it rested on the newly-fucked Reventon. He lowered
himself on top of me and kissed my cheek.

“You just fucked your car,
Bryce, you do realise that don’t you?”

“I just fucked
on
my car, and it was well worth it.” I laughed and shook my head at him. “Are you
telling me you didn’t enjoy that, Hunny?”

“Of course I did, very much,
but I’d hate to hear how much that session just cost you. You’re crazy.” He
smiled mischievously at me.

“So, Alexis, you think you can
beat me on four wheels.”

“I don’t think Bryce, I
know.”

“You are on, Sweetheart.” He
jumped off the roof and put his arms out for me to follow. I took the plunge
and he caught me.

***

We retrieved our clothing and
headed up to his apartment. “I’ve got a few things to do in the office first. Ring
the hotel’s kitchen and choose something for dinner okay? I should only be half
an hour to an hour at most.”

“Okay.” I said. He kissed my
forehead and headed into his office.
Hmmm...Dinner, maybe I could cook him
something?
I went to the fridge and opened the door.
Let’s see...
A
few things jumped out at me: parmesan, eggs, cream, garlic and pancetta.
I
hope he has fettuccini.
I went to the pantry.
Holy shit, he has
everything.
It was like a mini Coles Supermarket in there, his pantry was
bigger than my kitchen alone. I grabbed the packet of dry fettuccini pasta and
the rest of the ingredients I had found in the fridge.

He had an iPod plugged into a
speaker jack on the bench top, so I thought I’d switch it on. Suddenly, I heard
him yelling from his office. I froze and my heart started to pound, I’d never
heard him speak this way. I slowly crept up to the office door and put my ear
to it.

“It’s not fucking good
enough, do you hear me.”

“Yes.” Gareth was in his office
too.

“I’m serious, Gareth, I’m
sick of this shit. I don’t want to hurt you, but when you do this you give me
no choice.”
Fuck. Hurt him? No choice? What’s he talking about.
“You
need to fucking keep on top of this, or so help me God, I will have you locked
up.”
Locked up? Locked up where?
My heart was well and truly beating now,
and I knew whatever they were discussing was very serious and very private.

“Bryce, I’m sorry. I’ll try
better, I promise.”

“You’ll do more than try, Gareth. I will not risk anyone I
love being hurt, it’s not only Lucy and me anymore, there’s Alexander and
Alexis now. Don’t look at me like that, Gareth, you take your meds and tell
Scott he doesn’t control you.”
Scott, who the fuck is Scott, and what meds?
I walked back to the kitchen. I had been right, there was more to Gareth than
what I thought. I had to know what was going on especially if Bryce was worried
about my safety.