The Despised Wife - S01 E29

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The Despised Wife - S01 E29

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 29

“Actually, I haven’t heard of it.” He chuckled, “I’m sure your husband knows. Anyways, take my card and contact me for donating to your shelter. I’ll do as much as possible to help those little sweethearts.” I nodded, smiling. “Thank you, Mr.-” “Edward Rocky,” he shook my hand. “Nice to meet you Mr. Rocky, I’m Heather Solace,” I replied enthusiastically. “Ah, William how nice to see you!” Mr. Rocky suddenly said, looking behind me. I spun around, and sure enough William was standing there smiling. “Hello sir. Nice to see you out on this beautiful day.”, he said walking toward us. “Yes, it’s nice to get out of the office and enjoy nature at its best.” Mr. Rocky replied. William stood next to me and snuck an arm around my waist. “I see you met my wife.” “Yes, a very kind and generous young lady. Take good care of her William. She’s a gem.” Mr. Rocky said smiling down at me. “I will, sir.” William grinned and tightened his hold on my waist. “Oh Mr. Rocky, if only you knew what he is like.” I thought. I turned to look up at William and he was already staring at me. There was this sort of glowing pride in his eyes. I looked at him weirdly. I turned back to where Mr. Rocky was, but he was already walking away slowly and waving. I waved back and turned to William, who was still staring at me. Okay, this was starting to creep me out. Why is he staring at me? “William, you can let go of my now.” I said, fidgeting in his grip. “Huh? Oh, yeah.” he said, but still didn’t let go. In fact, he pulled me closer till my hand was on his chest and I was pressed against his side. I looked up, and he was glaring at something behind me. “William!” I growled. “There is some son of a b---h staring at you, Heather. I’m trying to show him that you’re not available.” “What do you mean I’m not available?” “You’re married Heather. As long as you wear that ring and those marital documents exist, you are mine. Just because I don’t like you, doesn’t mean that you aren’t mine.” “Um, right.” I mumbled, though I was still confused with his logic. “What?” William asked. “Usually, I like to think that a man would use the whole “you are mine” statement romantically, not like the girl is an object. Right now, you’re making me sound like a car, keep me until I run out of mileage and then get a new one, or until the lease contract is over.” I rambled. William wasn’t even looking at me, he was still glaring at the guy. I sighed, I can’t even move in his grip. This is just great. “Haha, you are enjoying it though.” I could hear a voice in my head say. Okay fine, I’m slightly enjoying being pressed against his side and having his arm wrapped around my waist possessively. I could feel sparks from his touch and I was burning from his body warmth. I was snapped from my thoughts when William looked down at me. “Kiss me.” “What?” I asked incredulously. He groaned and dipped his head, pressing his lips to mine. I stood there stunned, and both of us were not moving. The feeling of his soft, full lips pressed against mine sparked something in me. I slowly began to move my lips against his gently. I don’t know how to do this, but I’m going on instinct. William suddenly moaned and moved closer, turning so we were chest to chest. He began to press his lips harder and moved them rapidly against mine. I moved mine at the same, steady pace. He took my bottom lip into his mouth and tugged gently, causing me to gasp. He slowly put his tongue into my mouth and swirled it around my mouth. Wow, he tasted like the peppermint mocha from Starbucks. I moaned at the sweet taste and s----d his bottom lip. He growled and yanked my hips, trying to bring our bodies impossibly closer together. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled my hands into his soft hair. He rubbed my back with one hand while having a firm grip around my waist with his other arm. I could feel sparks everywhere. It felt like the Fourth of July was happening between us.

Eventually, I ran out of breath. I began to pull away, but William groaned and put a hand on my neck to hold me in place. I pushed his chest softly and pulled away. We were both breathing heavily and his eyes were staring at my lips hungrily. He leaned down to kiss me again, but I stopped him. “William, what are you doing?” I panted out in between breaths. He took a step back. “I kissed you to get rid of the guy, but it wasn’t supposed to go on for this long. It was a one time thing and I don’t want to kiss you anymore. How many guys have you kissed anyways?” I could feel my heart fall at his words, and mentally chided myself for even starting to kiss him. “Heather?” “I kissed one guy.” I said, looking at my shoes. “Wait what? This was your first kiss?”, William asked, shocked. I looked up, and almost laughed at his face. His eyes were wide and his mouth slightly open. I patted his cheek. “Well, at least I can kiss other guys without worrying about giving up my first kiss now.” I teased him. His face turned dark and he growled, “Not happening, not happening as long as I live!” He crushed his lips to mine once more and I got lost in his mind-numbing kisses.