Page 23 of Ma Belle Marguerite
As we reach my locker, Rex tells me, “Darryl will follow us to your place in my vehicle.” He puts his phone in his pocket and waits for me to grab my things.
“Whatever you say, boss,” I say with an eye roll. I haven’t rolled my eyes this much in years. They’re going to be sore tomorrow. “Don’t expect to be invited in. I’m not ready to explain who you are to the kids yet.” That’s going to be a whole thing. Especially with Remi, he won’t take Rex’s overbearing shit very well.
“I understand, but I will get to meet them, right?” Rex looks hopeful and has those damn puppy dog eyes again.
“One day. Let’s go.” I walk away without looking back. I know he’ll follow. Maybe the puppy dog eyes are fitting after all.
We walk in silence to my SUV. Surprisingly, Rex doesn’t fight me and gets into the passenger seat. I’m not surprised to see a blacked-out Chevy truck parked close by. Predictable.
“Still into Chevys, I see,” I say to Rex as I pull out of my spot and start to head home. I cannot wait to have a hot shower and rinse this day off me.
Without looking at me, he says, “I still have my truck from high school. You know, the one we’d take for drives in the bush and to the bluff with.” I can hear the amusement in his voice. “Speaking of still loving things, I see you still have the heart pendant I gave you on our three-year anniversary. It was my grandmother's, and you kept it.”
“The bluff? Don’t remember,” I tease, then turn the music up so I can’t hear his reply.
I know pretending not to remember will drive him crazy. I just couldn’t part with it, even if it hurt to look at. It reminded me of all the good times we had. It was also our version of a promise ring. It was supposed to signify forever.
Next thing I know, the music is off, and Rex is turning the wheel to make us pull into an abandoned lot. “What the fuck, Rex?” I yell. “You could have made us crash!”
“Put it in park, now!” Rex sounds angry with my tone. Serves him right for being a bossy asshole. “You want to play games? We can play games,Ma Belle.”
“What are you doing? Are you trying to kill us? One accident this week isn’t enough for you?” God, this man is infuriating. “I’m not playing games either. I’m just dealing with things the best I can.”
Reaching across the console, Rex grabs my face and makes me look at him. “You will learn not to play games with me,Ma Belle.Do you remember punishments with the old me?” I slightly nod my head. “Well, I have new punishments for you now.”
My core clenches. I can’t breathe. Why did that instantly turn me on? At this rate, I’m going to need an uninterrupted shower when I get home. Or a therapist. Maybe both. I might end up committed to the psych ward if I go that last route though.
Looking into my eyes he whispers, “Does that excite you?” Rex gives me a knowing smile.
I nod my head yes as best I can while he holds my face. “Bring it on, Rexy. I’m not the same scared little girl I used to be, either.” I can’t help but push it. I want to see this new side of him.
Growling, Rex unlocks my seatbelt and pulls me over the console enough to kiss me. I feel his tongue lick along the length of my lips. Without thinking, I open my lips for him, allowing him to kiss me more passionately. I feel myself melt into his touch.
Almost as fast as he started kissing me, he stops. Sitting back in his seat, he looks out the window, smirking, “Let’s go. You said you wanted to get home to your kids.”
Yep, asshole may be his new pet name, “I won’t forget this, Rex, you may have won for now, but I will win next time.” Shifting back into drive, I head towards home.
We drive in awkward silence until we pull up to my house. Without a word, Rex jumps out of the SUV and rushes around to open my door before I can even turn it off. He has always been a gentleman and never let me open my own door.
Extending his hand to me, he pulls me to him and whispers in my ear, “Think of me tonight when you’re touching yourself. If you’re feeling brave, video chat with me. Maybe I’ll join you.”
FUCK! I’m at a loss for words. Rex was always confident, but this is a whole new level for him. I don’t know if I will survive this side of him.
He kisses my cheek. “Bonne nuit, Ma Belle Marguerite. Sleep tight.”
Before I can form words to say good night back, he turns on his heel and walks to his truck and Darryl at the end of the driveway. I love it when he talks French to me.
I stand there in shock for a moment before snapping out of it, grabbing my bag, and heading inside. I definitely need that shower now! This man is going to owe me some batteries if he keeps this up.
Chapter 10
Alexander
Getting into the truck with D is the hardest thing I have done in a long time. I just want to follow Bella inside and show her how much I want her. I want to hold her and whisper how much I love her in her ear as she falls asleep in my arms. I do not want to be sitting here next to my best friend while my dick is hard.
“Everything good, boss?” D asks while keeping his attention on the road. His eyes keep darting between the mirrors.
“Yes, everything is fine. Bring me to the bunker.” He doesn’t deserve for me to be short with him, but he knows how I am and sticks around. Seems like a him problem.
