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Chapter 5

DENVER

I’ve never seen a girl with such boldness. She falls asleep in Bennett’s room, and I stay for a while watching her sleep.

She curls up herself in bed and pulls her knees up her chest. Even in her sleep, she looks so adorable, like a doll.

She said she isn’t a little girl, but she curls and rolls up like one and has attempted to fall forward a couple of times, but I place a finger on her forehead and push her backwards so she doesn’t hit the ground. It’s light contact, only a damn finger, and yet it feels like my body has caught fire, and the flame doesn’t cease to extend through my entire body.

I take a pillow from the other side of the bed and drop it in front of her so she doesn’t roll off to the ground when I’m out of the room.

It looks like Bennett isn’t going to come home tonight; that’s why I took her to his room. I would have preferred the visitor room, but it would be too cold for her, especially with the way she is curling up. I can tell how vulnerable she is to the cold.

And my room is the last option. I don’t even dare think of it, even though Sandra doesn’t stay at home often because she prefers to be with her friends than stay home, and besides, we have a separate bedroom to ourselves.

In hindsight, I should never have kissed her. I did it to keep her shut because she was saying more than I could take. Her daring, bold words were doing something unimaginable to my body, and the only way to stop that was to make her stop talking.

I thought of giving her a kiss, and it was the perfect glue for her lips. She looked at me as if her skin had caught fire, while mine was already burning hot and difficult to quench.

It’s even a miracle that she suddenly passed out because I wouldn’t be able to withstand the heat and whatever was going to come after that.

I did well by letting her fall into my arms. She had too much alcohol, and I was sure it was because of Bennett. When I pulled her into my arms, my cock was uncontrollable in my pants, and I needed to drop her off quickly before my brain blasted with dirty thoughts.

I was having fucking crazy thoughts, and the more I try to get rid of them, the more I think of her slender body and how small it is compared to mine. How adorable she felt in my arms!

I clench my fist and close my eyes to chase away the haze, but it doesn’t work. I walk out of the room to see if it will get better, but it is still the same because I can feel her scent, and it clings to me as stubbornly as her.

The moment I come out of the Bennett room and shut the door behind me, Sandra approaches the alley and walks past me without a word, as if I’m a wallflower.

“And where have you been for the past two days, Sandra?” I demand, but she doesn’t stop walking; she walks so fast and burst into her room.

That’s how she behaves; she treats me like I’m not important and leaves the house whenever she deems fit.

Before she rushes into her room, I notice the provocative green dress she wore, and she only wears stuff like that when there’s a party.

Sandra is a very intelligent woman and pretty fashionable, with brown hair and a normal stature for a woman of 5'6 tall.

She is beautiful and smart, but she has her flaws, and if I were to switch flaws for her, I would, because the kind of flaw she has is the most deadly.

Sandra is a chronic liar to a fault, and she does it so perfectly that she doesn’t flinch or even laugh. Well, science says it’s due to how fast her brain can process things. In the fewest possible words, she lies a lot because of her vast knowledge and the capacity of her brain.

I’ve caught her lying to me so many times, even when I beg her to spill the truth. She doesn't; she will rather have her throat slit to tell the truth.

Some of the lies I’ve caught are that Sandra had a thing with a few friends the last time they had a club party.

She got drunk, and the girls did too. And they made out with her and fucked her thoroughly. When I found out from one of them, I confronted her because I thought they had taken advantage of her weakness because Sandra can be so vulnerable as well.

I wanted to help her by defending her and punishing those who had taken advantage of her while she was drunk. She told me nothing of the sort happened, and she couldn’t remember.

So I hacked her phone and saw most of her chats with the girls. She didn’t hate them for fucking her that night because she remains friends with them and still attends parties together. It means she loved what they did to her and seems to want more.

She has most of my money with her, and that’s what she uses to live the kind of wild life she wants.

I think she is basically into girls as well, but she doesn’t agree to my suspicions, and she hides so many things from me. I don’t react yet until I figure them out one after the other with valid proofs.

I sigh out and head for her door. I knock slightly, and she responds by saying to come in. “Do you have to ignore me, Sandra? I was asking after your well-being, and you kept me mute.” I get into the bed where she is lying.

“I’m fine. What do you want?” She demands, holding her phone away from me. She never allows me to touch her phone because she is always up to bad things.

“I want to fuck. I’m hard, and I need to get done with it.” I perk her on the cheek for her reaction, but she pushes me away.

“I don’t want to have sex.” She mumbles, closing her legs away from me.

“It’s not about you; it’s about what I want. I’m your husband, Sandra.” I narrow my eyes at her. I know I have lost interest in fucking her since the day I watched that little girl stare at my cock with so many desires and fire burning in her eyes.

I’m doing this for a pretense because I know she hardly lets me have sex with her because she doesn’t feel anything for me. It’s as simple as that. Lesbians hate to fuck men, and I discovered that since she prefers to keep that night a secret from me.

“Well, I’m not in the mood. Between packing my things because I bought a new house, I thought I would be living alone for now. I got a job, and it's quite a distance from here. That’s why I purchased a new home. I will be staying alone, and you can come visit whenever you like.” She mumbles, looking up at me, for my reaction. Her account officer alerted me to the huge amount of money that was deducted from her account. Now it all makes sense.

“Okay, fine.” I say, and her brow pulls together. She is shocked that I don’t say more than that. I’m aware of how much she is spending my money, and she is free to do that. I won’t stop her.

“Just Okay?” She narrows her blue eyes at me, but I smile at her instead.

“Yes, anything for you, Sandra.” I perk up her forehead and hop out of bed.

“Getting ready for work. I’m pretty sure you should be gone by the time I return.” I walk out of bed and shut the door.

“ Definitely.” She mumbles, and I hear it before I stride away.

I felt a tinge of excitement shoot through my bones the moment she said she was moving out.

I don’t want to entertain the idea forming in my head, knowing that it doesn’t make sense on many levels, but I can’t deny that it could be the most deadly but the craziest I will ever experience.

I’m not supposed to give in to whatever demon is rearing in my head from the depths of my soul, and yet I can’t stop thinking of the redhead girl and her unruly boldness.

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