Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

ELI DANIELS

“So everything looks good?” my client, Mrs. Cluster, asks, wringing her hands. She is currently in my office, worried sick about the estate her husband left behind. His greedy children from his first marriage are fighting her for it even though he left them each three million dollars. They have summer houses he left them, but that is not enough.

“Yes. Everything is iron-clad and cannot be contested. Your late husband was smart. He not only put it in writing, but he made a video showing he was of sound mind, so they have no basis for contesting it.” Her shoulders visibly loosen up, and I reach my hand out and place it on top of hers. “I don’t want you worried about anything. You are mourning your husband. Focus on that.” Nodding and drying her eyes, she gets up, and once I see her out, I finish up her paperwork and send it to my assistant.

Once I am done clearing things, I look at the clock and smile. This is my favorite time of day. This is the time of day when I clock out and drive home the short distance to my gorgeous, smart, sexy wife, whom I feel lucky to have every day.

The first time I saw her four and a half years ago, she was in a group of her friends standing outside of a restaurant waiting to go in. In a group of girls that I am sure boys lost their shit over, she was like the lone orchid in a garden of roses, and her voice, don’t get me started.

I eavesdropped on their conversation, entranced with every word of her mouth, silencing everyone else's words. I won’t lie and say when I realized, based on their conversation, that they were all in high school, I felt like a creep, but even that wasn’t going to stop me. I was simply going to wait for her to grow up. Crazy, I know, but I knew she was meant to be mine within seconds. Luckily, one of her friends mentioned how much fun they had on her eighteenth birthday, and my entire chest exhaled. Though I am ten years older than her, it was a relief to find out she was ripe enough for me.

Like a lovesick puppy, I followed them around for the rest of the night, my eyes scraping over her curves, lingering on her wide hips and womanly curves. I recall the moment she turned and looked at me, her beautiful dark green eyes locked with mine, and I swear I felt her whispered words of ‘yes’ to any and everything I wanted run through my heart. I never believed in love at first sight, but this girl changed everything.

I waited for her friend to become preoccupied before I made my move. I approached her, introduced myself, and told her she would be my wife. I remember her eyes getting big like saucers, but her cheeks heating up. She was the shyest little thing, 5’1" to my 6’1". I knew she knew when she didn’t immediately balk at my admission.

I courted her for six weeks, showing her how a woman is supposed to be treated. We talked and shared our childhood stories. Hers was one of poverty and a mother who raised her on her own. Her father left when her mother was pregnant with her, unable to raise a baby that wasn’t biologically his on account of her having to go to a sperm bank. She grew up living hand to mouth and missed out on a lot. My heart broke for her, but it also leaped because I knew I could give her what she wanted most: experiences.

My childhood story was similar, and as a result, we both decided early on in our relationship we did not want children. With that out of the way, we moved pretty quickly. I refused to make love to her until she was my wife, but I also introduced her to the world of orgasms and pleasure beyond her imagination with my mouth and fingers.

Three months after meeting the love of my life, I made her my wife, and now, four wedding anniversaries later, I am even more obsessed.

Keys in hand I am putting my desk back in order when my phone rings. Immediately my cock losses his mind when he recognizes the ringtone of his favorite hiding place. “Hey, baby. I was just on my way home. Did you want me to pick up dinner?” She doesn’t answer right away. “October.”

“Eli, I need you to come home now. I have to talk to you.” Her panicked voice is spinning my mind.

“Angel talk to me. Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

“No to both. I just…I need you. Can you come straight here?” Shit. Now, everything in me is going into survival mode. Knowing something is wrong is going to make me insane until I have her in my arms.

“I’m on my way.”

What the fuck is going on?