The Perfect Wife

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Chapter Twenty-One

~21~

Reyna

Davian offered to clear the table while I relaxed on the couch. Our conversation about his mom was all I could think about. It was sad that she couldn’t remember how much she loved them both and saw them only as a threat. Even though I never got the chance to know my mom, she would forever be in my heart. Dropping my hand to the necklace I wore around my neck, I opened the heart-shaped locket and looked down at the picture.

I hadn’t realized that Davian had come up behind me until he said, “That must be you and your mom.”

“Yeah,” I said, feeling the emotions from not knowing her take over. “I wish I could have known her.”

Davian rounded the couch and took a seat next to me while picking up my legs and placing them over his lap. “I know it’s hard, but at least you have something to remind you of her. I’m sure she loved you a great deal.”

Moving closer, I shifted my body so I was sitting across Davian’s lap with my legs resting on the couch. Wrapping my arms around his neck, we were face to face. “I’m bet your mom loved you too before she got sick.”

Davian placed his arms around my waist and lifted me from his lap before lowering me so I was straddling him. When our eyes connected, there was no mistaking the emotions we shared. Placing his lips on mine, he pushed his tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues swirled and twisted together as the kiss deepened. It was only us in this room and no chance that anyone would walk in on us.

Pulling my t-shirt above my head, Davian found that I chose not to put on my bra when I got dressed. The pressure he caused to my nipples as he pinched them between his fingers sent a surge of fire through every nerve ending leading to my core. Pressing my hands against his hard chest one by one, I began undoing the buttons until I came to the last one. Davian shrugged out of his shirt and threw it on the chaise lounge a few feet away from where we were sitting. As I looked up at him, there was fire in his eyes, and his blue eyes turned into a shade of desire.

Without warning, we were up off the couch on our way to the master suite. Davian’s strength never ceased to amaze me as he held me in a bear-like hug with one hand and worked the drawstring on my flannel shorts with the other. There was an undeniable need between us, and all I wanted was to feed the hunger that brewed inside.

It didn’t take long to strip off our clothes and land on the bed, both of us completely naked, consumed and emboldened in our own reckless desire. There was no tenderness, just pure animalistic need. Our emotional tension of the day was replaced with an uninterrupted release that filled every corner of the room with sounds of pure ecstasy.

Davian pulled my body close to his as he rolled onto the bed. The only sound I could hear was the ‘thump, thump, thump’ of his heart beating beneath my cheek. The connection between us was real. Even though Davian was controlling and bossy, it was his tender, compassionate side that I loved. What just happened between us was neither of those, but it was what we both needed.

Kissing Davian on the chest, I pushed from his hard body. Before my feet met the floor, his hand was around my waist. “Where are you going?”

“I’ll be right back,” I replied, my gaze pulled back to him.

Davian released me, accepting my declaration, and I pushed from the bed and walked to the bathroom. I hit the light and closed the door. After taking care of business, I looked in the mirror, and the woman I saw before me wasn’t the same one from a week ago. “What are you doing, Reyna? He will hurt you, and you will only have a broken heart to show for it.” It was useless. I was already falling for him. Davian was like an addiction I couldn’t control.

After splashing water on my face, I opened the door. As I looked over to the bed, I saw Davian was sound asleep. A warm feeling washed over me, and I watched his chest rise and fall. He was gorgeous. Even though he didn’t look like the domineering, headstrong man commanding my every move, he was every bit that man at rest.

Turning off the light, I walked over to the bed and climbed in beside him. Without opening his eyes, he pulled my body next to his. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything is perfect.” I lied.

As I reached across the bed, my eyes fluttered open to the empty space beside me. Pushing to a sitting position, I looked around the room and remembered where I was. The room was dark other than a slice of light coming from the gray curtain. Smiling, I knew it was Davian’s doing to remind me it was morning. Taking the remote from the nightstand, I pushed the button that made the curtains open. As the light brightened the room, more of Atlanta came into view.

In real-time, I could see cars driving on the street, stopping only when the traffic lights turned red. People were walking on the sidewalks with a coffee in one hand and their cell phones in the other. I wasn’t sure of the time, but I knew it was early. Scooting off of the bed, I walked up to the screen and looked through a window. I saw more of the view from the hundreds of cameras that Davian said brought the screen to life. It was amazing how technology could make a seemingly black room bright.

Turning on my heels, I quickly got dressed and headed out of the room to find Davian. As I opened the door, the smell of coffee and something amazing hit my senses. It was as though I was back at his country home. Smiling, I wondered if he learned his cooking skills from Mika.

When I reached the kitchen, I found Davian looking very business-like, wearing a pair of black slacks and a white shirt. He was sitting at the dining table reading the Atlanta Journal while sipping a cup of coffee. As I got closer, I noticed there was a plate of toast and fruit sitting on the table in front of him. The scene reminded me of Pretty Woman, where Richard Gere was at the table, and Julia Roberts walked in. Taking the same approach, I quietly walked up behind him.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed him on the cheek. “Good morning, handsome.”

As he lowered the newspaper, I reached across his shoulder and swiped a piece of toast from his plate before taking a seat next to him. Bring one leg up to my chest; I took a bite of the delicious toast, keeping my eyes on his. Stopping mid-bite, I focused on the newspaper in his hand, seeing that it was today’s issue. “How did you get today’s copy of the Atlanta Journal?”

Grinning, Davian folded the paper in quarters and set it on the table. “While you were sleeping, I went down to my office. Samantha always slides a copy under my office door.”

Standing to his feet, Davian picked up his coffee cup. “How about some breakfast?”

Following him to the kitchen, I sat on the same chair I had last night and watched him fill his cup and also pour a cup for me. Placing the creamer and sugar bowl in front of me, he turned to the oven and pulled out a covered plate he was keeping warm. As he removed the foil, he uncovered a plate filled with scrambled eggs, oven-roasted potatoes, and a stack of dollar-sized pancakes. My mouth watered at delicious food before me.

There was no way I could eat all of this. “Do you always cook such big meals?”

“I figured after last night, you would have a big appetite, unless you are hungry for something else.” His velvety voice gnawed at my nerves, causing my skin to heat at just the thought of a repeat of last night.

Pulling the plate closer, I picked up my fork and took a bite as I tried to hide the effect his words were having on me. I kept my eyes lowered to the plate, avoiding his eyes. I was sure that if I looked up, his eyes would be on me, wondering if I was enjoying the breakfast he prepared as much as the intensity of last night, which my body was still reminding me of.

As I continued to enjoy my meal, Davian stepped from behind the counter and grabbed the suit jacket hanging on the back of the barstool next to me. Turning my head, I watched him put it on while chewing the bite I had in my mouth.

Before I could ask him if he was leaving, the elevator, which was the only access to the apartment, slid open. I cranked my head and found Patton, who was also wearing a suit, exiting the elevator.

His voice was deep as he greeted us. “Good morning, Mr. Cross, Ms. McCall.”

Nodding his head, Davian stepped beside me and kissed my temple. “I have some things to take care of. I will be back this afternoon.”

“Wait.” There was no way he would leave me here alone. “Where are you going? It will only take me a minute for me to change.”

As I slid from the chair and headed to the bedroom to change, Davian stepped in front of me, blocking my way. “You need to stay here. Patton will keep you company, so you aren’t alone.”

“Why can’t I go with you?”

“Because it is too dangerous. You will remain here with Patton until I return. Understood?” His piercing eyes matched his tone, and I knew I wouldn’t win this argument. Maybe I could use having Patton here to my advantage. Surely, he could tell me more about my mysterious captor.

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