The Club

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Chapter Twenty Seven

I had just got off the phone with the police. I had to go to the station tomorrow and make a statement. As part of Caroline’s probation conditions, she couldn’t be near Wyatt. The problem was she came to me instead. However, threatening to get Wyatt still broke her conditions. I prayed something would happen to her. I really wanted her to go to prison in all honesty. Then Wyatt knew he was safe. I walked into the bedroom, my hand on the door frame. Wyatt was deep in thought, his face inches from his pad.

“Hey,” I breathed out and he looked up. He had a small smile on his face and I chuckled. I was not expecting that.

“Come my beautiful wife.” I giggled, walking towards him.

“You’ve cheered up.”

“Drawing helps me and I’m happy with this. Did you want to see?” He dragged me onto the bed.

“Of course!” I giggled. Wyatt handed me the piece of paper and I gasped, looking back at him. “This cannot be real,” I whispered. My eyes stung and I was about to burst into tears.

“I drew it, of course it’s real.” He smiled at me and I looked back down. My hand was shaking as I stared at the pencil drawn image of myself. It was of my face, my curls everywhere and it was honestly like looking into a mirror.

“You did this from memory?” My voice broke.

“I know what my wife looks like.” Wyatt put his head back laughing.

“So where are you putting it?” I asked, turning around to him.

“You want me to have it as a tattoo?” He burst out laughing, pulling me closer. “Your name on me and my wedding ring aren’t enough?” He asked, kissing my forehead.

“No!” I said firmly, then chuckling.

“I’m pissed because it would have been perfect on my chest.” I felt him shrug.

“Got no space babes.” I looked up.

“I don’t have any space on my back or arms either,” he groaned and I sat up, looking at him.

“I know!” I shrieked, making him jump. “Your inner thigh!” My eyes went wide and he laughed.

“You just want to watch me cry in pain don’t you?” He had his beautiful smile on his face and I nodded, pulling down his tracksuit bottoms. “Babe, do you mind?” He chuckled and I sat back. My heart dropping, I don’t know why I did that without asking him first.

“Sorry,” I whispered.

“It’s okay, I’m teasing you.” He kissed my forehead, pulling his trousers down. He moved his leg up and I saw the white space in his inner thigh.

“Perfect!” I put the paper on his skin.

“Eurgh it’s going to be rank. I’ll get Tom to do it tomorrow.” He pulled up his trousers, looking at me.

“I spoke to the police. I have to give a statement tomorrow,” I spat out and Wyatt nodded. “She’s broken her conditions of her suspended sentence so who knows.” I shrugged.

“Gabby, I’m so sorry this keeps fucking me up. I’m so sorry she keeps coming back time and time again. I don’t want you to be angry with me.” His voice was sad and he put his hand on my cheek.

“With you?” I scoffed, irritated. “Why the fuck would I be angry at you. You’ve come so far and I’m so fucking proud of you. She isn’t going to win Wyatt. I promise.” I looked into his eyes and he nodded, moving his drawing stuff to the floor.

“It’s late, we should go to bed,” he whispered and I got up, stripping my clothes off.

“Are you okay?” I asked him.

“No, not really.” He let out a breath, pulling his top off. Jesus christ I got to fuck this man every day, my mouth was nearly watering. “My eyes are up here babe,” he laughed and I looked back into his face, giving him the middle finger. “I can handle her being a cunt to me-”

“Yeah stabbing you with a pair of scissors was so much fun!” I got into bed, rolling my eyes.

“You know what I mean.” He got in next to me, grabbing my thigh and pulling my leg over him. “I’m scared she’s going to kill me or she will touch you and then I’ll fucking kill her.” His statement was serious but I still laughed.

“History shows she can’t touch me Wyatt. She can’t overpower you. Drag you into a car.” I shrugged looking up at him.

“I know but I can’t touch her or I’m the bad guy. I’ve never touched a woman like that in my life and I don’t intend to.” He let out a breath, closing his eyes. I moved my hand down his stomach, putting a finger into his boxers.

“Not tonight please baby, I’m not in the mood.” His words burned my heart, Wyatt never said no to sex. Ever.

“Okay,” I whispered, moving my hand back up.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” I smiled, even though his eyes were closed and even though it wasn’t fine. I was still learning that you couldn’t make everything better with sex. “I just want to cheer you up,” I said softly.

“You are, by being next to me.” He pushed me closer to him, my head on his chest.

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