Chapter 3
Kate
The back of my neck slightly aches. My nipples are so hard, they hurt. My panties… I’m going to have to change myself before Chad gets home.
I can’t believe what’s happened.
Corbin.
Just his name alone is enough to make my lonely clit swell with need.
Ten years. That’s how long it’s been.
Ten years ago I was face down on the pavement, detained, only to be released a short while later. I never got to see Corbin again.
I had to make a choice.
Live that life and wait for him or move on.
What was I supposed to do?
A guy like Corbin… I really never thought he’d get out of prison.
I find myself standing at the door, blinking. Frozen solid. Unable to comprehend this.
It’s just a regular Sunday.
Chad is playing pickleball. He’s going to come home and drink an ice-cold light beer from a sweaty bottle and tell me about his playing. I’m going to pretend to listen just like I pretend to orgasm when he fingers me in the shower.
He’s going to ask me what’s for dinner and playfully command me to make dinner because I’m the woman and he’s the man. He’ll smack my ass, but not hard enough.
We’ll make dinner together.
We’ll sit on the couch, eat and watch something. Probably a rerun of an old show.
Nothing new. Nothing exciting.
That’s what this life is supposed to be.
The same old but that meant comfort. Security.
It also meant…
“Fuck,” I whisper.
I finally come to my senses, step back and shut the door.
I look down at my phone.
Panic hits me and I quickly save Corbin’s name as Dentist .
Then I delete the text message.
I glance around the foyer. The walls are painted a color I picked out. The chandelier is one I picked out. Most everything in this house I picked out. Chad wanted me to. That was his promise to me. To buy me this big house and let me do what I wanted with it.
That’s what I wanted. Right?
That’s what all women wanted… right?
The good guy with a stable career. To buy you a house and spoil you and put a diamond ring on your finger.
Hey, if he’s not the greatest in bed, there are toys for that.
This is a good life!
Corbin…
My pussy aches. My pussy throbs. My pussy clenches.
I can feel my pussy literally dripping. My panties are soaked. My inner thighs are damp and uncomfortable.
“Fuck!” I cry out.
The camera.
The camera at the front door!
Panic hits me again.
We live in such a safe neighborhood yet everyone has cameras.
No more doorbells to ring.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
I open the app and there he is.
There’s Corbin.
Standing on the porch. Knocking.
Of course he had to knock. My phone lives on silent so even if someone is at the door or rings the doorbell, I’d never know.
I stare at the video of Corbin.
It’s really him.
He’s… huge.
Ten years in prison added muscle I never thought possible.
His shoulders are big and strong. His face is like stone. There are some scars. I can only imagine what he endured in prison. His eyes are the same—dark and evil. But the sheer size of this man. I know without even trying he could pick me up with one hand, toss me over his shoulder, and walk me anywhere in the world.
I think about the touch of his hand.
That big, rough touch of his.
Massive hands.
He’s the kind of man that uses those hands to earn a living.
Definitely not a suit and tie guy. Not sitting in an air conditioned office, telling some intern to get him another coffee while he looks out the window, smiling.
Wake up, Kate!
I blink fast.
I hurry and delete the video.
I go into the account and click around and try to verify if the video is actually gone or not. For all I know, Chad received the notification and already watched it.
My heart sinks.
More panic hits me.
I don’t feel guilty because I’ve done nothing wrong.
Yet…
“Fuck,” I say for a third time.
I’m tempted to text Chad but that might only prompt him to check the doorbell app on his phone.
I’m totally fucked right now.
All I can do is wait.
In my head, I’m thinking up lies.
Lots and lots of lies.
I can’t believe how many lies come to me. So easily too.
The craziest part?
For the first time in a really long time… I’m actually excited about something…