Betrayed: Keeping her in the Dark Vol. 3 Read online

  “You feel so good, Norah. You have to forgive me,” he was breathing hard and so was I. “You have to forgive me, little one.” His hips kept moving. He scooted me up the bed when he crawled on the end of it with me. He rolled me to my side and put my legs in front of me. He was on his knees and his hands were on either side of me.

  “You said you liked this position before,” he was looking right in my eyes. “You still like it?” he asked. Was he really taking a survey while fucking me into submission? He leaned down and bit my right nipple. Then he shoved his tongue in my mouth and quietly pulled it out.

  “Do you like the way you taste?” he smiled. I moved my hands to my head and pushed my hair off my face. It was coming and I couldn’t stop it.

  “Come for me, baby,” he panted. I did. I put my finger in my mouth and came. I moaned through my teeth. He slowed his pace and then just held me in place. “I love coming inside you, Norah.” He rolled off me and just laid there breathing.

  I stood up and went to the bathroom. When I came out I put my clothes on.

  “Nothing happened, Norah,” he said.

  “I know.” I turned to face him. “I’m still hurt. You hurt me, Liam.” He covered his eyes with his hands.

  “I know.”

  “I’m staying but don’t think for a second that I am over this or that I forgive you.”

  “No.” He leaned to look at me.

  “I’m staying because I don’t want you to burn the house down.” He nodded. “I love this house. I consider this my house mine as much as your house.” Again he nodded. “But you have to fix the bedroom door.” He nodded again.

  “Can I hold you?” he asked. I nodded. He stood up, adjusted himself in his pants and then came to stand in front of me. He pressed me against him. His face was lost in my hair and his hand was on the back of my head. He pressed my face in his chest. I knew he wanted me to put my arms around him, but I couldn’t.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Liam

  She was back. She wouldn’t touch me, after that first night. She didn’t talk very much. I could see the displeasure in her face and I could feel her disappointment in me.

  She slept in our bed, ate with me and even sat in the study and read or worked as I sat and read or worked.

  It reminded me when we first started trusting each other. In the beginning, when I first started craving her company and wanted her near me all the time. She never talked much, but she was with me. It was the same now.

  Only this time instead of me holding all the marbles and trying to make her fear me just a little; it was a show down between both of us. We were both stubborn people.

  When I tried to touch her she tensed up. When I tried to snuggle with her in bed, she froze.

  I missed my wife. She was sleeping in the bed next to me and I missed her.

  It had been 8 days since we both tried to put this behind us, I needed to make love to my wife. It was time for me to move this reunion along. I had apologized and it was time for her to get over it.

  We sat in bed and I flipped channels on the TV while she read a book and did her best to ignore me. She was wearing a black, lace, nightgown and she smelled amazing. I tried to touch her hand and she moved it. I moved my leg next to hers so they barely touched and she moved hers over. I took deep breathes trying to get her attention but she never took her eyes from the book.

  I am a very impatient man and I do not like to be ignored. It was time for this stand off to end.

  I took her book out of her hand and clicked off the TV as I rolled between her legs.

  “I need you, Norah,” I hovered over her looking in her eyes. Then I moved my eyes over her body. Her neck, her breasts, down to her stomach and to her legs on either side of my body.

  She watched me intently but didn’t say anything. I lowered my body to hers and pressed my lips against her mouth. She opened and groaned when my tongue entered her mouth. Her hands went to my shoulders and I felt pressure pushing me away.

  I narrowed my eyes at her as I pulled my mouth away.

  “I can’t do this, Liam. I can’t…not yet.”

  Her words didn’t matter to me. I forced her legs wider with my knee and brought my mouth to hers again. Again she accepted my tongue and this time it was me that groaned.

  I needed her. I needed to be close to her, inside her. I needed to make love to my wife.

  Very quickly I moved my hands. They moved everywhere on her body at once. I pulled her hair so her neck arched and I licked it from her chin to her nape. Again she protested.

  “Liam, it’s too soon, I’m still….” I took her mouth so she couldn’t finish that sentence.

  “Norah, you’re thinking too much into this.” I pushed her nightgown up and pushed my erection against her. “I need you, little one. Please, baby. Don’t make me beg.” I looked at her. I gave her a primal look to let her know my need.

  “You are mine, Norah. You said you aren’t…but you are. Mine.”

  “Yes,” she breathed out. That was all the approval I needed. My instincts took over. I pulled the nightgown off of her and latched on to her breast. Her hand flew to the back of my head and held me in place.

  We rolled and she pushed me back on the bed. Her legs straddled me and she went straight for my boxer shorts.

  “Get these off!” she demanded. I lifted my hips and helped her get them off. When I sprang free I griped myself and waited for her. She slid on top of me easily. She moved against me and I moved my head so I could watch her move. She was in her head, in her own place.

  I couldn’t stop myself from raising up and covering her mouth with mine. I griped her hips and helped her move against me, then rolled my hips so I was on top again.

  She put her hands to my back and I rested mine beside her head. We locked eyes again and I pushed myself inside her over and over.

  “I’ve missed you so much, Norah,” I panted. “You do belong to me. You do. I can’t lose you, baby, I just can’t.”

  I kept moving in and out until I saw her eyes close and her whole body tensed up.

  “Yes,” I moaned, and thrusted a few times. “Ride it out, little one.” When she relaxed I withdrew myself and pulled her closer to me. We worked together without words. I rose to my knees and she moved to hers. She took me in her mouth and I grabbed the back of her head. It only took a little suction from her mouth and I was done.

  “Ah…yes…that’s it….Norah….” I clasped back on the bed and emptied myself down her throat. She pulled her mouth away and gave me a look. I wasn’t sure what the look meant. I didn’t know if it was a satisfied or pissed look. She wiped her chin and then got up and went to the bathroom.

  I put my clothes back on and laid in bed waiting for her. I was hoping we could talk before we slept or maybe lease each other again after I recovered. But I must have fallen asleep before she came out.

  The next morning I stood at the sink in our bathroom shaving while she was in the shower.

  “Are you going to the Shareholder’s Dinner this Thursday?” I asked to the steam coming out of the shower.

  “Am I a shareholder?” she asked.

  “Yes,” I replied.

  “Am I married to the man who owns most of the shares?” she asked. I could see her raise her leg to the side bench and start shaving. I was enjoying the view.

  “Ah, yes. Yes you are.”

  “Then I guess I will be there.”

  I finished shaving my face and went to get dressed for the day.

  It was Sunday, and I was looking forward to doing absolutely nothing but being my wife. I didn’t have any work to catch up on, no calls to make or clients to woo. I wanted to spend the day being with her, doing whatever it was she wanted to do. I put on some khaki pants and black t-shirt, then bent in the closet to look for my flip flops.

  “What should I wear?” Norah’s voice was coming from the bedroom. I walked out of the closet and she was standing in the bedroom in just a towel.

  “I li
ke what you have on now,” I said with a smile.

  “To the dinner thing.” She wasn’t in the mood for my joking. I walked up behind her. She had moved in front of her dresser combing her hair. Her skin was still wet from her shower.

  “It’s not formal so work clothes, any kind of dress and bra is fine.”

  “A bra? You have to tell me to wear a bra?” she asked.

  “Well sometimes you wear these very sexy sundresses and no bra…which I love, but would also distract me from the meeting.”

  “You say that like I’m a Double D or something,” she sounded offended.

  “Hey, I would prefer it if you never wore a bra again. Less clothing for me to take off. And you certainly don’t need one, but a professional look would be best for everyone involved.”

  “Now my boobs are small?” she turned to me with her hands on her hips.

  “Norah, I didn’t say that. Stop trying to pick a fight with me. Your breasts are perfect. You are perfect. I was trying to make a joke and obviously failed miserably.” She stood up and walked passed me to the closet. I heard her shuffling around and she came out in some capri pants and a tank top, and no bra might I add. But I wasn’t about to point that out, because I did not want to die. She had sandals in her hands and slipped them on.

  “I’m going shopping, I will be back later.”

  “We aren’t spending the day together?”

  “No we aren’t,” she shouted as she kept walking out of the bedroom and down the hall.

  Norah was still pissed. She said she was fine, but she wasn’t. Her being pissed was starting to piss me off.

  Norah

  I was still pissed. I couldn’t help it. I loved Liam and I didn’t want a divorce. But I was still mad. I couldn’t forgive him right now. I could tell he was antsy.

  He was uncomfortable with our situation and I could sense his overall confusion. He wanted to be with me. He wanted to spend time together, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about him with another woman. I couldn’t get Samantha out of my head. I was jealous of her before I met her, and then I met her. I didn’t talk to her or even see Liam talk to her. But Jane told me she wanted Liam back or to join her in her business, she wasn’t clear on the details. Liam never mentioned that part, but I didn’t expect him to.

  He knew telling me she wanted him back would upset me more than I already was.

  But now every time I looked at him I saw him kissing the tops of Samantha’s breasts. It wasn’t her he was with at the club but since I didn’t see the waitress, I pictured her.

  I didn’t think I could have sex with him and not think about her but it turns out I could. Our sex was hot, primal and passionate. I loved the way he touched me, the way he moaned my name, and the way he felt inside me. The problem was, Liam thought sex meant forgiveness.

  I had to get over it. I couldn’t hold this over him forever. I had to get over it or leave him, and I didn’t want to leave him. So I had to get over it. But I didn’t know how. Forgiveness wasn’t something he deserved right now. He deserved to suffer a little. He had to know that his behavior wasn’t acceptable. He couldn’t just lie to me or forget to tell me things and everything be alright. There were consequences for bad behavior.

  Shopping was something I hated. I mean, I liked it a little more now having money, but it still wasn’t my favorite. However, right now being angry with Liam, I just wanted to piss him off. I thought that was best accomplished by spending loads of his money and no time with him.

  I bought four pairs of shoes and the cheapest pair was $750.00. I bought four pairs of shoes I would probably never wear, but it didn’t matter.

  I came home after lunch and Liam was outside walking around the pond.

  I thought about going out to see him but decided against it. I went to read instead and fell asleep in the library.

  When I woke up Liam was stretched out on the other couch and I had a blanket over me. I sat up and took a sip of my water.

  “Rosa is making chicken pot pies for dinner,” Liam’s voice was quiet. “I think she heard my complaining about all the Spanish food.” He sat up and ran his hands over his face.

  “I won’t be here for dinner, I have plans.” I got up and slipped my shoes back on.

  “Where are you going now?” he was standing behind me with his hands in his pockets.

  “I am taking a pottery class tonight. It’s something I’ve always wanted to try. I think it will relax me. Would you like to join me?” I asked. I thought I was being nice but I knew he would refuse.

  “Me? Sitting through a pottery class?” he laughed. “Couldn’t you just push me out into oncoming traffic instead?”

  “Well it’s your money, Liam, there’s no reason we can’t do both.” I went upstairs to change my clothes and when I came back down he was still standing at the bottom of the stairs. I walked passed him straight to the door.

  “You can’t stay pissed at me forever, Norah!” he shouted.

  “Oh, let’s find out,” I shut the door behind me.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Liam

  She kept saying she was fine. All week I asked her how she was doing, if she needed anything, if everything at work was ok. Her answer was always ‘fine.’ The word ‘fine’ was making me sick. I didn’t want her to say she was fine, I wanted her to be fine. I wanted her to be over this. I was tired of being patient.

  I wanted a united front for the dinner, but I was happy she had agreed to go with me. I sat on the bed with my knees shaking waiting for her to get ready. She was in the bathroom and had been for an hour. I didn’t want to rush her. Well I did, but I thought that would be rude and I didn’t want her upset at the dinner.

  She stuck her head out and looked around the room until she found me.

  “Can you help me, I need to be zipped up.” I stood up and walked in the bathroom. She was wearing a red, sleeveless, sweater dress, black tights and black boots the cam up to her knees.

  I moved her hair from her back and zipped up her dress. Then I pulled my present for her out of my pocket and placed it on the counter.

  “I bought this for you,” I whispered. She didn’t look up but placed her hands on the sides of the box and lifted the lid. She pulled out the sterling silver necklace with the double heart charm and held it in front of her.

  “Thank you,” she said. “Can you help me put it on?” She unclasped it and I took it from her. She held her hair and I hooked it behind her neck.

  I ran my fingers over the exposed park of her shoulders and back again.

  “Do you love me, Norah?” I looked directly at her in the mirror and she raised her eyes to meet mine. No words were spoken for about 45 seconds. Her face gave away nothing.

  “Yes,” she whispered not taking her eyes away from mine.

  “Still?” I asked. I wanted to hear the words but she didn’t want to say them.

  “Yes.” She blinked and looked down.

  “Norah, I...” but she cut me off. Her eyes shot back up and locked on me in the mirror.

  “I know you said you’re sorry. And you don’t like to say it more than once. I also know that once you have apologized you expect for the situation to be dropped. I am trying, really I am. I know how this works, Liam, I haven’t forgotten.” She looked away again but then looked back at me when I started talking again.

  “Yes. I’m usually that way. But this is different. I understand you are still upset. As much I would like for you be over this, you have to do this in your own time.” She looked away from me, but I grabbed her arm. “But I still want your respect, Norah. You can be upset without the attitude.” I cleared my throat, “I just wanted to say,” I paused. “I just wanted to say you look beautiful and I miss you.” I locked eyes with her in the mirror. “I just miss you, Norah.”

  I walked out of the room and went to wait downstairs. She followed behind me not long after.

  “Do I look alright without a tie?” I was wearing black dress pants and a white but
ton up shirt with a black sport coat.

  “No one is going to be looking at your lack of a tie,” she kept walking down the steps.

  “You don’t think so?”

  “First of all, you said it isn’t formal. So you look fine.” She made it to the bottom to the steps and stood in front me. She straightened out my collar and I could smell her delicious scent.

  “Second, you look fine. You are fine. You are a very good looking man. When you walk in the room, the women will be disappointed that you are wearing any clothes at all.” She gave me a kiss and then walked outside. I guess my little pep talk in the bathroom changed her attitude.

  Norah

  It wasn’t a banquet room and it certainly wasn’t one of Liam’s big charity dinners. There were about twenty round tables with a few people sitting at each. There were long tables at the front with big name cards of whom I assumed were the current board members. Liam’s card was in the middle.

  “This is a very bland looking room.” I looked over at Liam. “Next year, hire my company to plan this for you. This room needs some color. Everything is white, cream and that awful gray. I might give you a family discount.” I winked at him. I was trying very hard to be the good wife.

  We walked around the room and he talked to a few people, then we sat and ate dinner. Liam talked to Steve through most of dinner but kept his hand on my thigh. He looked nervous and I wasn’t sure why.

  “Is the vote right after dinner is over?” I asked.

  “No. After dinner we will take short break. Then Steve will give a ‘State of Affairs’ speech, I will give a short speech, and then Marcy will read the list the names of the nominees and ask for any additional names. Then we vote. After the voting there are a few prizes to be given out and then the new board is announced.” He took my hand in his. “Then the best part of the evening, we can go home.” I nodded and went back to my dinner.

  When dinner was over I got up and went to the bar. Liam was talking with Marcy and the other Ronettes from his office about passing out the ballots, so I decided to get a drink. Marcy and I exchanged a few words but I didn’t talk to the other girls. I knew they all shared a name but I honestly couldn’t remember what it was. At first I thought Liam was crazy for hiring 3 women, all with the same first name, but then I thought it was probably easier for him to remember.