Chapter 32

It all seemed like a joke long after the call ended, and I still thought it was another joke as another day passed by slowly, with epileptic contact from him. He assured me he would be back before the end of the day. I knew it was no longer a funny joke as Sunday ended without a word from him.

Fuck this. I am out of here the second I wake up. I am not cut out for this lying and waiting shit. I do not have to put up with it just because I like him. Men will come and go, but my time wasted will not.

I took a cold shower and went to bed because it was all I could do.

My daughter's cry woke me from my deep sleep, and I tried to move, but two heavy things held me down.

One on my stomach and the other wrapped around my leg.

What the hell?

I turned to find a half-naked sleeping Samuel spooning me.

His hand was draped across my stomach, and his long legs were wrapped around one of mine.

When did he get home and get into bed?

I slowly detached myself and got up. I got Sam's food from the warmer and carried her from the bed. I sat across from the bed and fed her.

"You do not breastfeed her a lot. Why?" His sexy sleepy voice startled me.

I thought he was still sleeping, but he just laid there looking at us quietly.

"I lack breast milk to feed her due to a drug side effect. It has been this way since she was two weeks old."

"I am sorry."

After a while, she went back to sleep, and I went into the nursery and put Sam in her crib before I laid down on the couch to sleep.

"Why are you not coming back to bed?"

I looked up and saw him standing by the dimly lit doorway in nothing but his boxer shorts hanging loosely around his waistline and showing the hard v line of his torso.

His body was a remarkable sight under the faint light, and I fought the urge to go over and run my hands over his tight abdominal muscles.

Close your mouth, Debby. You are drooling again.

He pushed his hair away from his face whilst walking towards me, and my jaw dropped. He had the kind of body you only get to see on GQ magazines. Slim long legs, hard rippled chest, fresh skin, and did I say solid abdominal chiselled muscles yet?

I want to run my tongue along the contours of your body.

"At least put on a shirt, Sam."

He gave me a panty-dripping smile, and I closed my legs to prevent that from happening.

I believe they have soaked already, Debby. Don't forget you are supposed to be mad with him.

"Come to bed."

"No."

"Why not?"

Because I cannot trust myself in the same bed with you while you are wearing almost nothing and looking devilishly sexy.

"Nothing. I just wanted to stay here for a little while."

He crouched before me and took my hand in his.

"I know you are angry at me right now, but can you please come back to bed? I am tired from the trip and need some sleep. Somehow I don't have a hard time falling asleep when I am next to you so please, come to bed."

I weighed my limited options.

Stay here and continue to ravish him with my eyes or get into bed where he will be tucked under the covers and fall asleep thereby, protecting my sanctity.

No Debby, have some backbone. Stand your ground. You cannot survive in the same bed with him.

"Come to bed"

He extended his hands towards me. He was not asking. He was commanding, and that did unspeakable things to my loins.