Chapter 34
Andera pov.
My breath caught in my throat.
His wife?! A possession to use and toll with, a thing to be ignored and resented?
That was it. I had given Thane far too much clemency than was necessary.
My palm connected to his face with a resounding slap. My fist reddened and tingled from the impact. Thane’s head shot backwards, his gary eyes wide with shock as he absorbed what had just happened.
“You slapped me. “The words came out of him, low and dangerous.
“And I would slap you again if you think you can come into my company and insult me.” I spat. “Do you think I’m that woman who stood doe–eyed while you gave your father an earful about how you won’t marry the…..what was the word you both used….! defiled virgin”
Do you think your useless charms would work on me again, because of one kiss? You pride yourself too much, Thane, to think I
would stoop so low as to go back to my vomit.”
Thane growled. His eyes were red, an indication that my words were setting him over the edge.
That was exactly what I wanted.
“I would rather chop off my fingers than go back to you. After all, I’ve been with better men and experienced far more passionate kisses and pleasures. I am not the blushing virgin I was seven years ago.” I lashed out.
Lies. I wasn’t a Virgin anymore. But I haven’t had other men aside from Thane. The five years away from him, I spent it building myself into the woman I am now, and nursing my babies. Our babies.
Thane bared his teeth. His breathing was heavy.
“You don’t mean what you said” He snarled.
I let out a bitter laugh
“You are pathetic Mr Renlhardt.” Thane took a step closer to me. His gray eyes full of fury.
“Did those men make you come till you were out of breath? Did their touch send electric sparks down your body the way mine does? Did they get you to make those little whimpers you make when you’re on the brink of passing out from intense pleasure?”
Heat he
polled up In my cheeks, and it angered me. Thane’s words were like replaying all those nights we had when he was happy and in a good mood. The nights of passion that used to leave me breathless. It enraged me that I could still feel those things.
“Tell me, Andera.” Thane fumed. I could go on with my lie, All it would take was one word, and Thane’s ego would be shattered.
“Yes,” I answered, tilting my chin up.
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Thane stepped back, I could see his composure slip into place. That was not the reaction I expected. He nodded slowly.
“I will change that, Andera. All of it. Once you are mine again, I am going to make love to you so hard you’ll forget every other
person besides me who has been in between those pretty legs of yours”
It was sheer will that kept me from collapsing to the floor. Good lord, a threat like this…..
“I’d like to see you try,” I replied sarcastically.
Thane’s feline smile nearly sent me slipping my facade.
“You will, Andera. I’ll make sure you watch everything. From when I place my head between your legs, lifting them onto my shoulders the way you like it, I will make sure you are watching as I do it, then I’d flip you over and…”
“Out!” I screamed.
This was all I could take.
“Get The Fuck Out!” I ordered.
I wanted to smack that lopsided smirk away from his face. I folded my arms across my chest as he walked out. Thane’s eyes
roamed over me in a promise of what he planned to do.
Only that, it will never happen. I’ll be out of Seattle before Thane can think of working his way into my life.
Just Three months, two weeks already down.
In ten more weeks, I’ll be the one with the grin on my face.
THANE’S POV.
My blood simmered when Andera mentioned those other men, so much so that I didn’t even feel the sting of her slap.
I still couldn’t believe it. Did Andera do it, casual sex and a one–night stand? Does Andera have the balls for that?
The former Andera, no. But this one…..
“Shit.” I curse as my driver plummets the road. Jealousy, unlike ever before, hits me hard. If I could just get my hands on those. men who dared touch my woman and make her feel things only I was supposed to, I would rip their throats out with my hands.
I raked my fingers over my hair; Things always get more complicated every time we have meetings. But that’s all right, I’m willing to take this small sacrifice, to bear this torture if it meant I would have her back as mine.
The driver pulls up my home driveway. I had asked him to drive me home instead.
Stepping into my mansion, I went directly to the basement. I wasn’t bluffing when I told Andrea my intentions of making her my wife again, I want to clear my fuck up, I want another chance at love, with her
She’s being too damm stubborn. I didn’t expect less from her considering the circumstances of our divorce
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But Good Lord, could she just listen to me? Couldn’t she see that I’m sorry and I want to be a better man this time around? I would
give Andera all the attention she desires. Treat her like the fuckin queen she is.
If only Andera would let me.
My shoulders slump as I reach the basement. I will not give up on my chase; if I have to do things that are uncharacteristically
me, I will.
I have never been a man into romance, sweet talks, and dates, but if it would win Andera over, then by all means. I would send her
the flowers she loves best, and I’ll take her out to lunch every single day, we could forget we are both CEOs and just be us
Two people walking down the street, holding hands and loving one another.
The idea didn’t seem as bad as I feared it would.
The basement is filled with so many items. Some of my late father’s possessions, my mother’s old dresses, and the stuff Andrea
wasn’t able to take with her when she left.
I opened one of Andrea’s bags, not sure what I was looking for, but I needed something, anything that would be a hint.
Amidst her old clothes, I found a leather–bound book. I opened the first page and I read through it. Andera’s diary.
My smile stretched, finally something to give me insights; it was shameful to realize that I knew next to nothing about her. I didn’t know what kind of food she liked, and I didn’t know what her favorite season was, although I’ll bet it’d be autumn; she.
looked like an autumn queen.
Finding a chair in a corner, I sit on it and begin reading her diary.
I read and read. I wished I hadn’t.
The dairy revealed far more than I bargained for. I placed it down, guilt and despair churned my insides. If anything, Andera’s diary has taught me that it isn’t how to get her back.
Andrea was right, she wouldn’t go back to her vomit. Because that’s what her diary just made me realize
I was as filthy as vomit
