Filed To Story: The Lingering Kiss of Farewell Novel
“Miss?”
“Claustrophobic”
she murmured, and she was. She hated small confined spaces more than anything in the world.
“I might need a minute,”
she dragged in a breath.
“Definitely need a minute… May I run to the bathroom and come back?”
She asked.
“Yes.”
The attendant nodded and handed her back her passport and ticket.
“You’re already checked in just come back to the front here.”/
“Thank you.”/she nodded and was gone, off to the nearest bathroom.
“Don’t think about it.”
she muttered”
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You’re not getting on it anyway.”
She told herself and stood in the ladies’ room and breathed slowly, and the nausea finally started to ebb away.
She’d done the hard part, stood there and stared down that tiny enclosed gangway. She’d forgotten what it was like to have to do that. Calvin owned his own jet, there was no gangway, just a stroll out onto a private airstrip and the plane was spacious, could seat 10 people easily and had a bedroom in the back.
She shook it off and left the airport altogether, walked right out of it and got in a cab to head to the courthouse local to her house, not the one in the city. That was a no??o zone, she’d likely see Wil there. She arrived a few hours early but didn’t mind, just sat in a caf? nearby and pulled out her laptop and worked, sat by the big glass window, her claustrophobia had passed and she felt much better. She sat down with an iced vanilla late, and just worked and waited for her appointment. Her phone was still switched to airplane mode, so she’d not get any calls or notifications, and it would appear she’d gotten on that flight.
Her appointment came, and the judge reviewed everything and looked at her, asking only two questions; the reason why, after frowning at her divorce papers, and seeing that she’d just divorced from Calvin, he knew the name. Hell, everyone around here knew Calvin Reeves. He, as a judge, would also know that they would only have been official since midnight, she supposed.
“I don’t want to be known as the woman who couldn’t keep hold of her husband. I’m also Marilyn Riddley, the author. That is my pen name. So, it’s time to stop hiding who I truly am.”
“You’re not hiding from your ex??usband, Calvin Reeves?”
“No. Just moving on after our divorce is all your Honor. He was the one to ask for it,”
she stated simply, which he could see on those divorce papers he’d looked at.
He nodded slowly and then granted her a new name and identity. Marrin Reeves was no more, and Marilyn Riddley was born.
Calvin
She looked so very different; Rin had cut her long hair off to just below her shoulders, and it was curled and splayed around her, and that dress on her was amazing to look at, matched her skin tone and draped nicely around her curves. Even her make??p was done perfectly today, soft and feminine with medium pink lipstick. She was just standing there staring up at him. He watched as her facial expression changed several times, as she waited for him to kiss her, then those words and her tears welled up. When she realised he wasn’t going to, he saw it. The moment she thought that, and then she just turned away from him. When really it was just that he didn’t want to ruin her make??p.
He touched her face and made her look at him. She’d only asked one thing of him. He waited until she looked up at him, and then leaned down and kissed her softly, chastely, only to have her react to that as well.
It wasn’t the kiss she wanted, but if he kissed her the way he wanted to, he’d be wanting to pull her clothes off. He’d not seen her in over a month, and had not touched the bloody woman either. He’d found that a damned hard thing to do. Knowing she was in that house in their marital bed. He’d wanted to drive down there and crawl into it every bloody day, since she’d signed the divorce papers.
It was the longest bloody six weeks of his life. But the contract marriage was over now, and things would be all good, in just 24 hours. His intent would be clear, but to see her walk away from him like that a second time. He couldn’t do it. She was upset, and he needed to fix that, so he yanked her back to him and kissed the hell out of her, devoured every inch of her mouth with his. He had wanted to kiss the woman for weeks, hell months now and he knew it.
She got all of him in that kiss goodbye, all his desire and hunger for her, and his body reacted to hers as he held her to him, and ravished her mouth with his. He wasn’t going to stop kissing her either. She’d broken it at the feeling of his arousal against her. He couldn’t stop it, and he wanted her to know he still needed her, wanted and desired her. Only to have her curse at him as she yanked herself away fro im.
There were tears pouring out of her, he was really truly hurting her. He realised a little too late, she wouldn’t even let him brush her tears away, just turned and hurried away, telling him she’d never understand him. But she would, when she got off that plane, everything would fall into place, and she’d know why he did all of this.
It was because he loved her, because he wanted to have a real marriage. Not a contract marriage and he did it this way so she could see his sincerity, see him standing there waiting for her to get off that plane in Italy, and have him waiting right there for her to tell her he loved her.
His heart ached at her muttered words. He had to tell himself it would be alright, that everything would work out as he planned. He called Wil and the man arrived 15 minutes later.
“How’d it go?”
“She cried.”
He muttered
“Is hurt,”
he sighed.
“I told you it wasn’t the right way.”
Wil stated,
“Here you dumbass,”
he handed over his luggage.
“I hope you’re right about knowing her, because if she is truly heartbroken, she may not trust you again so easily.”
His friend clapped him on the back.
“You picked a different plan carrier right.”
“Yes,”
he nodded and looked at his watch.
“I pre??hecked in as well. So just security and then right to my flight it leaves in 45 minutes, hers not for two and a half hours. She’s also got two layovers, and I have none at all.”
New Book: Returned To Make Them Pay
On her wedding anniversary, Alicia is drugged and stumbles into the wrong room—straight into the arms of the powerful Caden Ward, a man rumored never to touch women. Their night of passion shocks even him, especially when he discovers she’s still a virgin after two years of marriage to Joshua Yates.
Le faltó un amigo latino que le dijera: “Tas pendejo padrino, déjate de mamadas y preñala”.
Wey, literalmente pudo haber hrcho una renovacion de votos sorpresa esta vez de verdad y san se acabó. Pero bueno, si no, no habria historia jajaja