Chapter 6 :SIX:

Imogen's pov

"Some meeting came up at work, it's urgent and I have to be there. Don't wait up for me,"

My eyes watered as I read the note Perry had left me, feeling my heart squeeze with lain. Business meeting? This late? I wasn't a fool.

My hands closed around the note, crushing it as I tried to fight back the tears that threatened to spill from me, I failed however. The tears came rolling freely down my cheeks and I put my hand over my mouth.

There was no business meeting that much was clear, but still like a fool I had hoped that this time would be different. I hoped that there really was a meeting and he had to go.

A loud honk downstairs proved me wrong. I would know that sound anywhere, it was the new car my husband had gotten to impress his new whore. . O quickly walked to the window, peering down at the car park of the vacation home we were staying at. Standing beside a stupid black Porsche was Perry in the flesh laughing with some blondie, his arms around her waist. He whispered something to her making her throw her head back in a loud laugh.

My hand gripped the window sill in irritation, the asshole couldn't care less. Before, he would sneak around with women, making up lies and shitty promises as he went. Now, he paraded around with them in public daring me. The fucking audacity!

How much longer would I mope around waiting for him to come to his senses? This was a total waste of time.

My mind drifted to the night of his outburst when I met Blond. If he could go around cheating, like the douche bag he was, then why couldn't I have some fun too?

I couldn't go around killing every girl he stuck his dick in. I needed to be discreet and not attract any attention to me.

I lied on the bed, my eyes wide open but felt like I was dreaming about Blond. All I ever wanted was a taste of pleasure, a taste of feeling wanted and that man, oh! He definitely made me feel wanted. I wanted to feel that way again.

...If you ever change your mind, call me...

His words echoed in my head, my eyes widened as an idea dropped into my head. Perry was gone and won't be back till tomorrow, so I could take Blond up on his offer, tonight.

If he still wanted me, that was. Hell, would he still remember me? It would be quite embarrassing if I called him and he claimed to have forgotten me.

Pressing my lips into a firm determined line, I picked myself off the bed and fished out the card he had given me from my purse. A black and gold card that contained nothing but a set of numbers.

All I had to do was call him. I bit my lip, excitement running through my veins as I reached for my phone, my breath seemed to cease as the phone rang and then...

"Hello?" Came the deep dark voice that had haunted me.

"Blond," I whispered subconsciously, so relieved and happy to hear his voice.

I heard him inhale sharply, and heard a flurry of movements around him before he spoke again.

"Imogen?"

Oh the way he said my name, so sensually. It sent goosebumps all over my skin, making me arched ar the sound, stifling a damned moan from slipping away from my lips. I didn't want him to be terrified with all the desperation oozing off me.

"I am still alive," I said, trying to sound cheery. "How have you been? I know it took a while for my call to come in."

"It sure did," he huffed and I could just imagine those gray eyes narrowed into slits as he spoke. "You took your time."

"Does the offer still stand?" I asked, breathing easier by the minute. While he made me nervous as hell, he was surprisingly easy to talk to.

"You might want to remind me what that offer is," he said darky, glee evident in his tone. He was teasing me, drawing me out. He knew the influence he had on me and would not hesitate to exert it, knowing that sent a thrill through me.

"I believe they run along the lines of wanting to see how good I suck?" I teased and heard him suck in a breath.

"You do not fight fair, Princess," he grumbled, his voice growing huskier by the second. "Are you ready for me, Imogen? I would not be pleased being teased a second time only for you to disappear on me like fucking Cinderella,"

"Well, if you don't take me on my offer before the clock strikes midnight, I really may be gone," I laughed when he swore under his breath. "I really do want to do this and I am ready,"

"Isn't that interesting?" He teased. "You know where ti find me, Princess. I'll be waiting,"

"Okay," my voice came out breathless. I would really see him soon.

"One more thing,"

"Yeah?"

"No panties. I want you bare and fucking dripping by the time you get here,"

Oh fuck, that was hot. Perry never made such demands of me, I had no idea why it made ne ai fucking hot but it did.

The call ended with a beep and quickly, I dashed into the closet a second time, trying to pick out a dress. I wanted to stun him, I yearned to do so. To see the satisfaction on his face when I walked right into that bar.

After flipping through several dresses, my eyes fell on a strapless, short black body con. It had feathers designed all over it and ended right above my navel and it had ropes that held my boobs in place so they wouldn't spill.

It was perfect.

An image of him bending me over, pushing my dress up and fucking me right against the bar counter slipped into my head and I felt my pussy get wetter.

Oh, damn!

I definitely wanted him and the sooner i got out of this damned vacation villa, the sooner I could be in his arms.

Moving out of the closet with black heels strapped on my legs I made for the door and pulled on the handle, it didn't bulge.

I frowned, tilted my head to the side and pulled harder this time, the door remained still.

My eyes widened as I realized what was happening.

I had been locked in!

My asshole of a husband locked me in!