The Wall Between Us

Chapter 23 - Be My Mistress

"But it isn't! Annabelle tried to kill herself and the doctors insisted she stayed with me."

"Wow! You're just unbelievable."

"I don't even live there any more. I moved out even before those tweets. You have to believe me!"

"I can't," I raised my hands, pleading for his silence. "I can't do this."

"You have to think this through, Enitan."

"I already did."

"I won't let you."

I raised my head, putting on a serious demeanour. "You can't stop me. Listen, you still get to call them your kids when they're born. But Jameel will help me with appearances and my reputation."

"I don't want that!"

"I don't care about what you want! I don't."

"You have to care! This is absurd!"

"I get it! You're scared. You're scared I may do something nasty with your kids still inside of me." His stoic expression faltered, his eyes moving to my belly. "I'm not stupid and Jameel is a gentleman. My moving on in that aspect would be after I've nursed my kids to full satisfaction," I mumbled the last sentence, but I could tell he caught on anyway as he kissed his teeth and his jaw tightened.

Closing the gap between us, his breath fanned my cheeks and his body pressed mine against the Marble countertop, I held tight to it's edge for support while leaning backwards.

"That's not what I fear," he said drawing even closer. I turned my neck sideways to avoid his warm breath. "I can't stand seeing you with another man," he whispered, nuzzling into my neck while the back of his palm stroked my cheeks, gradually making me forget why I needed to stay angry at him.

"It's not your place anymore."

"Then why does it feel like my chest is about to snap?"

I swallowed. "Because you're a narcissist who always wants to have his way."

"Is that so?" He smiled, bending his head even lower. His thumb moved over my lips, wiping off my nude lipstick.

"Yes," my voice faltered.

"Ok," he chuckled as his lips brushed mine.

"Stop-" I breathed.

The rest of my protest was lost in his lips as he captured mine in slow sensual strokes. His breathe, too calm unlike my heart that was racing above speed limit. A moan escaped my lips and my knees began to fail.

His other hand wrapped around my waist, holding me steady before my knees could give way. I wanted him. Legally and publicly. Not in a rest room of a hotel. It became clear; this man would be the death of me. My arms clutched to his sides weakly for support.

"Leave her," I said, pulling my lips away and trying to breathe. He remained silent, my voice must have been so croaky he didn't hear me. "Leave her," I repeated. "We could start all over like this never happened."

I couldn't believe myself. A part of me was ashamed at my desperation-the other part clung to hope.

"I can't," he inhaled, resting his forehead on mine, his strong arms still firm around my waist. My heart crashed to the pit of my stomach.

I nodded my head in realization. He wasn't going to change. I managed to whisper, "okay." I pushed away slightly and tried to move past him.

He pulled me closer, his grip so tight it hurt. "Eni-this can still work. We can still have what we use to."