Chapter 28

Heinrich

"To NoMi Lounge, now!" I barked the order to my driver as I ran my hands through my hair.

I'd just received a call from Clover adding me that Nyla was meeting with Peyton, yet again. These two women were going to be the death of me, I had been trying to get Nyla out of my system by going cold turkey but the shit was driving me insane.

I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep and I damn sure couldn't fuck anyone else. Nyla's sweet pussy was all my cock craved.

We arrived at the restaurant, Robert greeted me and advised me the party was waiting. I advised he didn't have to walk me back and this was definitely not a party, nor a social call. My ex had officially taken things too far.

"What. The. Fuck do you think you're doing?"

I watched Peyton as she watched Nyla until she left the building and her eyes were venomous.

"Coming to protect your little pet?"

"What we do in the bedroom is none of your concern. You lost that right once you decided this wasn't what you wanted."

"What if I do want it?"

"Peyton, this lifestyle isn't for everyone, and I know for sure you DON'T want this."

"I want you. I'm willing to try."

"We tried for years and that led to our divorce."

She sat back and I could tell she was on the brink of exploding. Peyton never had patience and I could tell it was wearing thin.

"Is it because I'm not weak like her?"

The furry that boiled in me with that sentence caused my words to come out in a growl.

"She's not weak. Submitting takes tremendous strength just as well as dominating. I advise you to keep this conversation between you and I, Nyla is off limits."

"You're a businessman, let's do some quick math. You show up with me on your arm and by your side all night, versus Nyla on your arm at a function. She's not good for business." She said the words as if she had just signed our marriage license for the second time.

The woman sitting before me was not the woman that I'd fallen in love with years ago. The woman sitting before me was no one I would ever share a bed, let alone a drink with.

"This conversation is over. Never contact Nyla or myself again. If you do, you will regret it."

"Are you threatening me?"

"You know I make good on all of my promises."

I was heading out the door when she yelled out, "She's not marriage material, you will be back."
I walked out and left behind the only other woman besides my mother I had given my heart to.

Robert met me at the door and handed me my coat as I walked out into the bitter cold to get to my car where my Goddess had been waiting.

I opened the door and she quickly ended her call as I told the driver to take us back to my place.

She sat with her legs and arms folded looking me head on. She could have burned a hole in my face with those jaded eyes. I kept looking forward because I knew that if I didn't, I'd lose my strength.

"We will talk back at my place."

"No. We talk now."

"Did you forget who you belong to? I wasn't gone that long."

I watched her squirm as she fought with herself to remain upset and not to submit to my command.

"Maybe if you spent less time with your dick in Peyton, I could remember."

My eyes bored into her something fierce. She was afraid and she had every right to be, because so was I.

"My cock has not been near anyone but you. Your pussy, your mouth and your ass are the only thing my cock has been in since the club."

"Bravo." She said while clapping.

These women will send me into an early grave. First, my crazy ass ex-wife who can clearly see that I feel something for Nyla. While Nyla is sitting here in disbelief that I and my cock only want her.

"So, for the last three weeks where have you been?" Before I could answer she answered. "Brunch with Peyton. Probably stuck your dick down her throat to shut her ass up!"

I gazed out the window with my hand to my chin in deep thought on what my next words were going to be, which never happens. But she was doing it to me.

I felt the car come to a stop in the middle of traffic and I heard the door open and the air was no match to the frigid look on her face before she slammed the door.

I quickly ran my hands through my hair and let out a growl.

"Goddess!"

"Goodnight, Heinrich." She said as she made her way through traffic and onto the sidewalk.

"Circle the block."

This woman had me chasing her through Chicago's downtown traffic in a $4500 suit.

I watched her curls as they bounced along with her ass. The woman has some mean curves. I was only steps away from her before she turned my way and I saw them.

She was crying.

The tears were running down her face, and I was caught off guard that I couldn't speak. My brain could only process the tears but no words.