Chapter 30

Heinrich

"Where do I begin?"

Do I start at the kiss? Or should I start with after our vacation to the Seychelles? My mind wasn't prepared for the flowers at her door.

Had she been dating someone? Better yet, was she fucking someone? Was it the bastard who continued to express his interest in her every chance he got? Quickly, I began composing myself so that she couldn't see the anger that had come over me.

Nyla was sitting before me and all I wanted to do was stuff her full of my aching cock. My cock twitched at the sight of her from the restaurant and I meant what I said while we were on the street.

Resisting her and maintaining self-control was hard when all I wanted was to be near her and inside of her. The woman was addictive. I wanted her and I'm not sure how long I can continue without a hit.

"Answer my question." I said it trying not to sound frustrated.

"I'm not answering anything until you tell me what I need to know."

"We had brunch after we arrived from the Seychelles."

"And?"

"The brunch was due to her wanting to catch up. It wasn't out of the ordinary that we had brunch. We still have some of the same friends, some of whom you met at the gala."

She sipped her wine unimpressed with my answer, her concerns were clear just like mine.

"Did you fuck her?" She said simply before folding her arms across her chest.

"Did you fuck whoever sent you the got damn flowers?" The jealousy that’s been hiding was rearing its ugly head.

Watching her glance at the flowers and then at me, she said.

"Maybe."

"Nyla, I have no time for your childish games."

"Childish games? You have no time for my childish games? Am I the one who went MIA for three weeks and then appear out of thin fucking air when your ex invites you to dinner? No, Heinrich. That's not me. All of that is you and your bullshit!"

I took in several breaths before speaking because the next thing I said would have to ease the pain that I've caused her.

"I'm sorry."

She looked away and I could see the pain, but I meant it. I am sorry for her having to deal with me and Peyton's games. That's what they were, games.

I'd been avoiding her as some sort of test or game to see if I could get her out of my system. But to no avail, I'm hooked on her. Peyton's game was to get her to fold and walk away, but Nyla is strong.

"This is all my fault. Your anger and Peyton's jealousy are all my fault. And for that, I am sorry."

"They're from my ex, Sullivan. So, yes. We did technically fuck months before you and I."

A sigh of relief left me without hesitation and that only confirmed what I had suspected.

"You and him-" she cut me off before I could continue.

"There is no me and him."

She stood up and walked past me and took the bouquet in her hands and placed them in the trash. I watched her plump ass as she swayed.

"Three weeks and all you can think about are flowers from my ex? But I have your ex-wife in the flesh. You do the math on which is worse."

Standing just like we were on the street, but this time there was no one around and no reason why I couldn't do what I needed to. Nyla and I only understood each other completely when my cock was deep inside her sweet cunt.

My gaze became intense and she took in a deep breath as I again closed the gap between us. I didn't speak as I circled her, taking her in, and watching her body react to my presence. I watched her chest rise and fall with desire while her lips parted. The woman is a work of art.

"Goddess, it seems as though you've forgotten your role."

"My King, if I have, it's only because of your absence." She said as she looked straight ahead.

I was behind her as she spoke but making sure to keep the distance between us, until I moved her soft curl away from her ear.

"I'm here now."

As I spoke I unzipped her dress wanting to see more of her, and letting my mouth linger longer on her ear lobe. All while allowing my hand to caress her beautiful skin.

With her dress dropping to her feet it exposed her bare breasts. I placed a hand on her waist to draw her closer into me, pressing my cock against her. Reminding her who she belongs too, I let my hand linger down to explore my favorite place. When I felt the lace fabric against her skin.

"Remove them now." I growled not taking my hand away from her waist, and like the good Goddess she is, she complies. "I know you've pleasured yourself."

"You fucked Peyton so we're even."

The woman had a death glare when I turned her to face me and I took that as my cue to answer the million dollar question.

"The last person I fucked is standing here in this room about to receive a cruel punishment."