Just one night

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(Jules's POV)

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I sat around my desk, biting my nails. I felt small like I was living in a small vault. Suffocating in my own little office. It was very clear I was just a card used in an exchange of hands mischief. So why did I think this my marriage would have met anything in the first place? Instead, it took me to a place where it felt like my back was up against the wall.

Now I sat here realizing now there were several things I needed to face up to. I hated the fact that this office had become my dungeon when this fortress was supposed to be mine to rule. Yet my comforts from my insides would churn seeing this staleness of these stuffy walls each and every day. At the time, I didn't know which one was better. Giving up my innocence for a fealty cause or to be subjected to every man to whom I should be able to trust.

I had been doing things my own way, I had everything under control. Getting what I wanted was easy to do, even though I had been following instructions or acting on my own forwishen. They were easy to accomplish, but ever since Marcelo came back. I knew it only met problems.

I wouldn't dare ask for help, it would only make me look weak. A weak woman who couldn't handle her own problems. Yet, with Marcelo back in the picture I was in for a whirlwind. I had to be careful, and cautious and needed to be prepared for anything. Otherwise, I would pay dearly for the consequences.

Marcelo had a dynamic personality and was freakish, meek, and certain about his actions. Those looks in his eyes said a lot. Subjugated me to keep my actions in check. He already taught me one thing, he was unpredictable. So much so, that I couldn't read him. I needed to know what he was up to, but I won't dare spark trouble unto myself causing a shift of suspicion.

I can't forget, right after our marriage how he left me. Not even a word. I knew I wasn't getting what I needed from this marriage. Somehow I thought maybe he would try. He just left, without caring about my actions. Stupid for me to think that he didn't care about my actions, because why would he return now? So why now? Why return after a year? If I didn't matter to him.

I got sprung up from around my desk. Prancing. I was frustrated. I chewed on my bottom lip. I could remember his words, they ring at me. Burning my skin.

'What do you want Jules?' He asked without giving me thought.

'Oh Marcelo, after vanishing for a year. This is how... you greet your wife?' I asked. The way he looked at me sent a shiver down my spine. He then leaned on his desk, that dangerous look. It made me regret my words, instantly, but I stood my ground.

'Wife?' He said as if it was a suggestion. 'I'll never forget the first time we met…' His eyes scanned me, as he sighed before continuing. 'But I'll keep trying.'

'A pity! I'm an acquired taste. If you don't like me, acquire some taste instead.'

'Oh… I forgot the world revolves around you. My apologies, how silly of me,' he spat at me.

'You've got to be kidding me,' I shuddered. 'A man with your status should be revolving around me, how pathetic!' He chuckled, at what I said.

'What do you want me to do, Jules?' He asked as he open one of the drawers on his desk. I observed him. He then pulled out a ring, our wedding ring. He held it between his fingers as he stared at me.

'Do you want me to wear this piece of sh!t of a ring?' He said as he got up, and placed it on his finger. His aura was unhinging, it made me nervous. 'Do you want to pretend that a year ago nothing ever happened?'

He stood there facing me. All I could do was stand there and not utter a word. The space between us became too small for comfort. He then confide himself against me and I had to brace myself on the desk nearby to keep myself stable. He then smiled at me, but nothing was genuine about it.

This man, I could feel his well-defined muscles and toned arms wrapped around me, as he towered over me. I looked into his eyes, which seemed to burn into me. He was all perfection and beauty, even though I knew he met me no good. He cupped my chin, pulling my face to him and I froze.

Marcelo then whispered these words into my ear before, moving his hot mouth down my neck. 'Maybe… we should consummate our married.'

'You've got to be kidding me,' I whispered. Isn't he the one who refused me all this time, the thought of me being his wife made him cringe just moments ago. We were rivals. Enemies. Yes, that still, didn't change years of professional competition. Yet, I was married to him.

'I'm serious, Jules. Maybe... we should. Maybe we should end all of this.' His hands slid my hands down towards my sides towards my waist. Warm flesh and velvet touched over and taunted my body. I bite my lip and moaned inside me, wishing he didn't hear me. I clenched my hand into his desk hard and grounded myself.

Ever since I found out that Marcelo was going to be mine, it made my mouth water and my brain skip neurons. He was an elite bachelor and I was going to be the one to take him off the market. He had everything any woman would want. His well-fit frame, tight ass, and vivid hazel eyes. Plus his sexy smartness.

He was exactly the height of desire I wanted in a man. Instead, he made me feel like complete sh!t, like I was never yearning enough for his taste. He never approached me, instead, he left me for a year. Marcelo pressed his lips against my throat and I swallowed.

'So Jules… what say you?' He purred into my shell. His hand trailed up the hem of my dress. My stomach tumbled and I swallowed the lump in my throat. He crawled up my thighs, leaving lingering moments. My skin tingled as I squirmed under his gentle touch. I wanted to desperately, but I wasn't sure if he was mine in the first place.

'I… I,' I panted as my voice cracked. I didn't even know why, feeling his warmth, breathing in his deep scent. It twisted my heart, stole my breath, and make me lose my mind. Then suddenly, he caught my face between his hands.

'Do you honestly think I would f*ck you?' His voice was so rash, so mean and his eyes look at me with disgust. My eyes flickered with rage, realizing his intent. I smacked his hands away from my face and pushed him out of my space.

'Oh dare you! Your such a schum!' I let out my voice at him, walking away from him.

'Please…" he hissed. "Moments ago you wanted this trash!' He said so, as he pulled off the ring he had on and flung it towards where it once came from.

'I'll make you pay for that!'

'That sounds like a... 'you' problem. If you want to blame anyone, blame him. For your… misery,' he walked towards the window that glared over everything. As he did this, he stroked his lips as if to wipe away something repulsion from his mouth.

'If that bitch of yours knew…' he stopped me with his voice.

'If you know your place! You be careful who you call... bitch. Remember he left you here underneath my care.' He darted his eyes back over his shoulders. 'I have been nice… maybe too nice.' My stomach tumbled and I swallowed the lump in my throat. I groan in my breath and walked out. I knew when I was made a fool of myself and was defeated.

Marriage? Oh, how I hate the word. I gritted my teeth, reminiscing in this ridiculous office. Stupid people in Vegas do stupid sh!t like that here all the time. Hook up, get married, then divorce hours later when the booze wears off, after the regret sets in.

But no, not this man. He didn't even seek to exploit my body. Yet, something in my chest seemed to swell and crack and moisture pooled at the corners of my eyes. I wish he did. Just one night... was that so much to ask for? That cocky little sh!t had a mouth I wanted to kiss or f*ck or both. He was definitely going to pay for what he did, he was going to regret he didn't f*ck me in the first place.

I stood there clenching my jaw. When I saw that ray of sunshine he kept to his side through my glassed office. I stared at her as smiled and greeted anyone she saw. I squinted my eyes, as noticed Flowers showcased her unlimited smile. She was another I couldn't stand, her presence was just too rotten.

Then all of s sudden I smiled. So of course, I couldn't get the thought out of my mind. If she wasn't at her desk, she couldn't stop me from entering his office. A bolt of desire went straight up into my brain. Finally, this was my chance. I needed to know what Marcelo was up to, and the last time I check he wasn't even in the building.

I bolted through the door. Making sure 'happy face' didn't see me. I needed a head start and I was getting my opportunity. He would have to pay for what he did, for making me feel like a had a chance.