His Undeniable Loved

Prologue

2 months later...

He stared at me from across the room, just like the first time. His eyes darkening with nothing but lust and desire running through his golden flecks, they zeroed onto mine as he licked his lips and I had never felt more wanted in my life.

Want. Need. Crave. Can't function without.

That's all I felt having being starved from his cock penetrating me. He had me feeling like I was an angel dressed in the devils clothing, for once I didn't feel dirty because the things he did to my body made me feel, cleansed.

He bit his lip, as he leant back onto the wall. My eyes trailed down his body until I saw his bulge attempting to break through his fitted suit trousers and in a room full of people, he didn't even hide it.

He pulled away from the wall, scanned the room and paused when he noticed my date still heavily enticed in conversation, he looked back over to me and nodded his head over to the curtained area and walked through.

I handed my glass over to the waiter and walked in the direction of the man that I just couldn't seem to let go of.

I passed all of the guests on my way to the red velvet curtain hanging from the ceiling, concealing the unknown behind it. I walked through, feeling my red bottoms glide across the sheened golden flooring beneath me, my curled tresses fell over one side of my face as I looked around to find him.

I was startled when I was pushed up against the wall next to me, but the scent that graced my senses showed me exactly who it was.

His lips was plastered over mine as his hands gripped my wrists, his kisses were rough and masculine, just the way I liked it.

He released me as I felt his large hand glide along my exposed thigh. His other hand found its way through the material of my dress that was tenting my other leg, he hoisted me up around his waist, our forceful kisses were baracading me from thinking of anything else.

I didn't know how we got here but I found myself being lowered to the silk sheets beneath me.

He finally let my body sink into the bed as he shook his head looking at me like I was his last meal, I looked at him biting my lip needing to be ravished by this man.

He dropped his zipper allowing his dick to spring out from the Armani boxers I had gifted him with. He looked over at my glistening pussy to make sure I was drenched and ready. I slid my fingers down to expose my slick folds giving him all of the confirmation he needed.

Without warning he pulled my ankles over to the edge of the bed and plunged his cock into my aching core. My back arched as I felt myself adjust to his size, I would never get enough of the pleasurable pain that came with that first stroke, his slow strokes had my toes curling in my red bottoms.

He had his eyes trained on mine as he pumped in and out of me. He began picking up the pace as he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, I felt myself gushing already. I knew how much he loved watch me pleasure myself so that's exactly what I did.

I licked my lips, pulling them behind my teeth, snaking my fingers down to my pulsating clit and rubbed as he hammered my pussy, his thrusts were hard and fast.

He didn't make love, he fucked. Hard.

He demolished my body as he continued his brutal assault on me, I felt my legs begin to tense as my eyes began to roll back "Not. Fucking. Yet."

The harshness in his words almost made me cum right there, he was a man that knew exactly what he wanted. He demanded hard but he fucked even harder.

He pulled out of me, I watched as he looked over my body whilst stroking his huge length. I loved how unpredictable he was, I didn't know if I was scared or excited about the possibilities of what could come next.

He placed his hands on my legs, separating my thighs as far as they could divide, then almost immediately he lowered himself and took one long swipe of his tongue along my soaked, bruised pussy, then he effortlessly flipped me over into my favourite position. I loved that I couldn't even prepare myself for what was coming next when I was on all fours, so when I felt his hand around my throat and his dick slam into my pussy I almost came in an instant.

He slammed into me like his life depended on it, he was brutal and merciless but he knew that's what I wanted, it's what I needed. And he was there to tend to my every need.

Every thrust he went deeper and deeper, fulfilling my need to feel this pleasurable pain he put on me. Our moans meshed together as those were the only sounds filling the room and the delicious sound of our skin clashing together.

I felt my body soaring higher and higher, closer and closer to its peak, he knew my body inside and out so he swiftly wrapped my hair around his hand and tugged on it, pulling my head up causing my back to arch as deep as it could go, burying his dick as far as he could.

I looked back at him wanting to see him biting his delicious lips, so I turned back looking directly into his eyes, the conversations our eyes were having while he was fucking me were lustful and devilish. I dropped my eyes to watch his hips thrust into me and like the sexual deviant I am I slowly swiped my tongue along my top lip.

He looked like he was going to pierce his skin by how hard he was biting down on his lips and I loved it. I loved what I did for him, his sultry groans and growls were like music to my ears.

I could feel his body begin to tense as he made his mark on my insides, I couldn't contain my moans until I felt the delicious sting of his hand spanking my ass being sure to leave a mark. I knew what that meant, he wanted me to face forward "You know what looking at your face makes me want to do. Look. Fucking. Forward."

I remained looking at him as if to test him, and yet again I felt a sting on the exact same spot as before. His body was building up again, hammering me with all his might, I soon felt both hands on my boobs pulling me up, he was pushing my body to new limits and as much as it was painful, the pain was delicious.

We were both climbing to new heights as our bodies were reaching our peaks, he pulled me back to delve his lips onto mine so passionately. I felt my legs begin to shake and his rapid movements quicken until I finally felt his seed sear through me as I exploded around him.

He was riding both of us through our highs as he continued to assault my lips. I couldn't stop the words from spilling as I whispered into his lips.

"Tell me you love me, just once."

"Your husband loves you."

2 hours.

I sat there for. I sat there in my lace, rouge red Teddy with my garter sitting seductively on my bare thigh and in my black stiletto Christian Louboutin red bottom heels to match. My skin was glossy, moisturized from head to toe, almost patent but I was ready to glisten from the glow the orgasms he used to give me. I was ready for the lace to be ripped off my body, beyond repair, only to be left in my garter and my Louboutin's. I was ready to be ravished by the man who put that final ring on my finger only 5 years ago, today.

But that wasn't going to happen and I knew it. I waited and I waited, hoping he would walk through the doubles doors of the house we built together, eat the amazing 2-course meal I took hours to prepare for us and eventually have me for dessert. However, that dream died when I woke up, still in my ensemble, on the edge of our marital bed, in the dark of night. I was awoken by the sound of my husband's hearty laugh and someone else. I quickly wrapped my silk robe around my body and silently crept down our grand staircase.

What I was met with wasn't a surprise but it still chipped at my beating heart every time, I crossed my arms waiting for him to notice my presence but as per usual he didn't. His wedded hand held a fistful of her red hair, his favourite colour, he devoured her lips as she did his and I just stood there and watched. I felt a single tear fall down my cheek as that pain that I had anesthetized for such a long time finally woke up again. "Chase -" She said breathlessly as he trailed kisses down her neck to her shoulder.

"Cha - Chase your wife is here." She almost moaned as I felt bile form in my stomach, he slowly looked around at me. I couldn't even look into his eyes, I felt myself cover up my chest with the tiny silk material wrapped around me "Hey - hey baby, what are you doing up? I'm so sorry we woke you, I just wanted to spend tonight with my girlfriend, you can go back -"

"You asked her to be your girlfriend to - tonight?" I felt my voice break as I felt my lip quiver, his eyes grew wide as he placed his hands on the side of my arms "Baby, we - we spoke about this. You said you were okay with this, you were the one who wanted this open relationship so I wouldn't cheat -"

And there it was, the blame, the guilt, yeah it was my choice. Serves me right for thinking this would be different. I loved this man with everything in me, I loved him so much that I let him talk me into this arrangement but I never thought we would get to this point. He asked one of his connections to be his girlfriend, tonight.

I couldn't let her see me like this, so I fled to our room and slammed the door behind me. I felt my body slide down the door as my tears took over, I began to hit my head on the back of the door "Stupid, stupid, stupid." I whispered as my tears flooded my face, I soon heard loud footsteps rushing to the door, I felt a single thump as Chase banged the door "Please open the door, please beautiful."

That single word could have made me do anything, Chase always knew how to get me and with that one word, layered with enough love in his voice; he could have me in an instant. He called me beautiful at my lowest points, he made me feel beautiful when the person in the mirror didn't agree, he knew what cards to place and when.

And as much as I wanted to fight, my addiction to this man corrupted any common sense I had.

Sighing, I got up, unlocked the door, and pulled the double doors open. There unveiled my godlike, outer-worldly, beautiful figure of the man I chose to marry. The man, that when he lifted up his head to look at me, he would make my heart stop and forget how to breathe and that's exactly how I felt looking at him.

"Baby, I thought we talked about this. You understand that I love you with all of my heart right?" He stepped closer and lifted my chin up so I looked directly into those eyes I loved so much. "But then why am I not enough?"

He began to shake his head, he placed a soft kiss on my forehead "You are. Remember you knew I wasn't made for marriage sweety but because I loved you so much I gave it to you. Anything to put a smile on that beautiful face that I love so much." Why couldn't I see past the love in his eyes and really listen to what came out of his mouth? "But why tonight Chase? Why did you have to do it tonight?"

His face screamed confusion when he searched my eyes for answers, I yanked his hands away from my face, he didn't even remember. I walked away attempting to hide the lump in my throat "What's March 1st Chase?"

I looked directly into his eyes as his face went from confusion to horror and what I'd hoped was sorrow "Shit. Baby I - I, I don't even know what to say. I'm so sorry, I can tell Luxe to go and we can have our night together." He pulled my hands into his and places light kisses on each finger. "I didn't tell you how beautiful you look tonight."

He came even closer as he towered over me, never taking his eyes off of mine. I felt his hands at the center of my robe as he pulled it open, he bit his lip as he looked at me hungrily and that was the look I couldn't get enough of. He slid his hands around my waist "You will always be number one. I promise." He said before slowly leaning down and kissing my lips, I wanted to fight this but I couldn't. I was so attached to his body, mind, and soul that I couldn't break away.

He had done me wrong so many times but my addiction to the thought of his love had me held in his grips so tight, I couldn't let go and he wouldn't let me go. "You will always be my number 1 beautiful, mine forever."

He whispered into my lips as they molded into one, he began to walk me backward, kicking the door closed as he got closer. It felt like he was my dance partner and he surely took the lead, every step he took I followed, his body had a way of instructing me without saying a word.

The lustful air around us had me weak in the knees as he peppered slow kisses from my cheeks down my neck, he nibbled at my sweet spot making my insides melt, he fluidly tugged his shirt off of his body without breaking our kisses. I felt our silk sheets connect with my skin as I sat back onto the bed, I lent back onto my elbows as he scanned over my body, he lent down to my feet and pulled my heels off placing delicate kisses along my leg until he reached my center.

I felt his fingers move my the material covering my soaking core and move it to the side, I instinctively dropped my head back as I felt a long swipe of his tongue along my slick folds. He knew about my love/hate relationship for teasing me but he took it upon himself to pull away, licking his lips in the process, he began unzipping his suit trousers, pulling himself out. He immediately thrust inside of me, thrust after thrust making me squirm beneath him.

His groans were intoxicating, I was crying out from the pleasure I felt in my aching core, he latched his lips over my unattended nipple whilst holding onto the other. I held onto his bare back, almost piercing his skin with how deep my nails dug, his strokes were fast and punishing, I was so close to exploding around him, I felt my pussy clench as my body began to tense.

"My one and only." I heard his voice bellow over my whimpers, I didn't know what it was but his words triggered me in a way that I couldn't comprehend, those 4 words made my heart ache as he plunged into me.

I felt a single tear fall down my cheek, I would never be his one and only but that's all I ever wanted from him so at that moment I allowed that one devastating tear to be a happy one.

My toes began to curl, my back was arching, I was about to see stars and reach my peak when I felt his seed thread through me and his erratic grunts as his body jerked. He collapsed onto me, after a few of his long breaths heated my neck I felt him lift up off of me and give me a quick peck on my lips "That was great babe. Now did I make up for the night we missed out on?"

And just like that, we were back to normalcy, back to my heart being constantly chewed at with his words and his even worse actions. I felt my eyes begin to pool with those same "happy" tears. Just like my body, he left my heart in pieces.

I nodded at him as I rolled the sheet around my exposed body, he started putting his clothes back on, once he was done he looked back at me once more "I will always love you, you know that right?" I tore away from his gaze, I tried my best to disguise my gesture as a blush and I'm pretty sure he didn't even care enough to notice how much I was hurting.

He turned around to head out of the door, "Where - where are you going? I thought -"

I thought wrong. "Luxe is still downstairs babe, it would be unfair for me to ask her to go home tonight as she drank a lot. We won't disturb you any longer tonight, I'll take her to my old apartment and let you rest. I'll see you in the morning." I didn't know what I expected from him, maybe just one night that we could be just us, back to the old us.

Five glorious years of marriage to the love of my life. Chase Bishop.

My first for everything. I gave him all of me, all of what a woman gives a man she loves, and she cherishes with every inch and every mile. We met in school and everything just fell into place. He opened up my life to a world of trust, commitment, adoration and unconditional love, the things that I now can't live without. He completes my circle and even imagining a life without him is a life I never wish to see.

And that's what I told everyone. Reporters, journalists, bloggers, and even my own family. I even told myself that, to the point where I believed it. I had rehearsed those same words in the mirror so many times over that I don't even realise if I'm lying about it anymore.

I sat in front of the vanity looking at the person looking back at me as my hairstylist curled my hair to perfection and my makeup artist put the final touches to my lip combination, I looked beautiful but that didn't stop my self-esteem from being shot as I heard my husband in the room next door with his new girlfriend giggling.

I smiled at my makeup artist as she paused with sadness in her eyes, I knew what that sadness meant, it was pity. She pitied me, I mean I would too if I was doing my client's makeup for her first interview about her marriage to her mogul husband of 5 years and he is in the next room canoodling with his girlfriend. "Could you guys give me a second please?"

They both looked at me with sorrow in their eyes, I looked directly back at the mirror not even acknowledging their expressions, I knew if I looked at them I would have broken down for the millionth time. They both exited the room, as I heard the door close behind them I finally exhaled and my head dropped into my hands. I felt my lip start to tremble as the tears started to pool my eyelids but I couldn't cry today because this was meant to be my moment to shine.

I looked back up at the mirror, picked up a cotton bud and cleaned up the tears that had almost fallen from my beautified eyes. I attempting to center myself with some steady breathing as I blocked out all of the negative thoughts and put on the game face that the world needed to see, his wife. This was about me and my husband, it was my grand entrance into his world and I wasn't going to mess this up for anyone.

I know crazy right, I'm doing this for him knowing what he is doing to her.

I plastered that award-winning smile on my face, whipped my robe off of my body, went to the rack to see my outfits for the shoot and interview commencing immediately after. I carefully dressed in a peach off the shoulder, long-sleeved dress that reached my knees and my nude peeped-toed stiletto 6-inch tie-up heels.

I looked back over to the mirror one last time, sliding my hands down the curves of my curvaceous body as I tilted my head to one side feeling every nook and cranny of myself, every blemish and every flaw that once upon a time, my husband adored.

I wished the hands sliding down my body were his masculine hands, taking in every inch of my body, cherishing it like it was the last thing on earth he would get to touch but yet again that was all a cruel fantasy of mine.

Giving myself one final look of approval, before walking out of my dressing room. As soon as I walked through that door it was like a whole different world. There were people rushing up and down the halls making sure everyone was in position and doing what they needed to make ensure that today went smoothly. I felt my nerves rear their ugly head, as I felt the panic rack my mind my feet started moving before I could think.

I instinctively found myself knocking on the door next to mine, I felt a nervous tick become very evident. I looked around as I knocked a few more times, I needed the man on the other side of the door, he was my calm and my cool. So when I channeled out all of the noise around me and listened in to what was happening behind that door I felt my head fall just as my heart did.

I had to hear my husband so happy in the clutches of his new girlfriend when I needed him the most, they were laughing to the point of tears, she made him happy in the way I used to. I couldn't hear or feel anything else around me, the weight of my heart was dragging me down as my forehead laid against the door.

I knocked once more as if he had heard my cries for help the first time around. I didn't know why I continued to torture myself, why I continued to break my own heart. And that was the worst part, I enabled it.

I finally let go of the breath I didn't know I was holding as I felt someone tap my shoulder, I paused before lifting my face away the door to discover the mysterious stranger with a tissue in his hand as he lent up against the wall. I looked down at the tissue and took it from him to dry my dampen eyes.

I dabbed lightly under my eyes before finally looking at the man, he had dangerously dark brown eyes with small flecks of gold dancing through then, a full oiled and sheened crisp beard and beautiful wavy tresses that fell just below his ears. I felt myself staring and not being able to look away when my eyes trailed down to his body, his black V-neck top showcasing his defined pectoral's and outlining the washboard abs that lay beneath the material of his top.

"Hey, you're Mrs Bishop right?" He gestured to me so cooly, and I would have noticed how cool he was being if my mind wasn't focussed on the name he had just annunciated, each syllable caused a strain to my eardrums.

I had never felt so terrible being called that but I couldn't show him that, I mean he must work for the photo studio as an intern or something and I didn't want to show him how badly my heart stung hearing the name I so desperately wanted for so long. "Yes. That's me, are you here to bring me over to the studio?"

His face let out an expression of confusion before his lips began to curve into a smirk "Yeah, something like that. I'll take you down there but are you waiting for your husband? You don't need him there for the shoot?"

I knew from the cadence in his voice that that was a question but for some reason, I felt like it was a statement. I looked back at the door contemplating my decision, I mean of course I wanted him there but at this point, I had been doing things by myself for so long that maybe I just liked the idea of needing him.

"No thank you. It's fine, I'm ready."

His lips rolled into a straight line as his eyes bore into me, his eyelashes flickered up and down as if he was taking a mental picture of my body. I started beginning to feel nervous under his watchful eyes and I couldn't understand why. He suddenly turned away from me and put his elbow out as if to say take it and I complied, now I knew this wasn't normal behaviour for someone to escort me to my shoot but the way my heart was feeling, I was in no mood to deny his strange behaviour. I kind of liked it.

We walked the halls arm in arm, I began to hear less and less of their giggling as we walked further. To my surprise, every person we passed said hello to him, a few even said his name Mr. Wrexler. I soon realised that he definitely wasn't an intern, I looked over to him to again to be so heavily fazed by his striking good looks and for that split second, I didn't think about the husband that I just left behind in that room with her.

We soon reached the studio area, I hadn't even noticed that Mr. Wrexler had let go of my arm and walked away as I was so astonished by the scene around me. Everything was white, heavily lit up and clean. The white backdrop was crisp surrounded by key lights, fill lights and rim lights. My eyes skimmed over the large space filled with people, to find another full rack of designer clothes and a table full of accessories that I could only dream to see myself in but that wasn't what was piquing my interest.

My eyes surveyed the space once more until my eyes were directly center, locked onto the figure holding the expensive camera whilst talking to another colleague who was both hunched over their Macbooks and state of the art iMac monitor in front of them. He was completely in his element as he kept looking down to the camera screen in front of him.

He pulled the camera to his face to snap a photo, I would assume he was taking test shots so when he looked over to me and took a quick shot of me, I was stunned. Before I could register what was happened, a large grin formed on his face. "Mrs. Bishop we haven't got all day. You still have your interview to do, let's make some magic."

I felt like I was frozen on the spot, I felt my nerves get the better of me and my face begin to feel flushed. Without missing a beat, he passed the camera over to his colleague and strutted over to where I stood. "Hey, do you need your husband to get through this?" And there it was again, that question that almost definitely sounded like a statement.

I felt like my words were lost and I just couldn't get anything out, I had never had any problems talking to men before so what was different about this one? I was pulled out of my overthinking as I felt like soft hand slip into mine and he started to pull me over to the backdrop. It was a weird feeling having another man's hand in mine but I wasn't desperately trying to scratch away from it because for some reason I felt comfortable.

He placed me in the center of backdrop, it was like he could tell that I was that nervous, he began looking around the room, he swiftly turned around and grabbed the camera and placed it around his neck. He looked back at me once last time as he gave me a small smile and turned back around to the rest of his crew that was moving in and out of the room "Okay, everybody out!"

I was shocked by what he had shouted out loud, everyone was groaning and protesting but he wasn't budging, I quickly ran over to him "Mr. Wrexler, I don't want to be a bother - you don't have to -" he shook his head not taking in anything that I was trying to say. I felt my head drop as I watched all of his employee's trail out of the room and the only ones that were left were him and I.

"So you found your voice again?" He says with a smirk "Look, I have dealt with a lot of wives who aren't in the spotlight and I just want to make you feel comfortable. I'm Tobias, Tobias Wrexler." He held out his hand for me to shake and immediately after placing my hand back in his I felt some sense of relief and calm.

"Monroe, you can call me Monroe. I haven't felt like Mrs. Bishop in a long time." I said that last part as low as I could. He cleared his throat as he quickly slipped his hand away from mine. He backed away slightly, getting his camera ready in position in front of his face. "Alright Mrs. B - Monroe, I'm going to do a couple of test shots to get you used to the camera and lights okay? Just relax for me?"

I nodded my head at him nervously, he began taking shot after shot and strangely it didn't take me long to get used to the lights and heat radiating off of them, and soon after I was familiar with the camera in this beautiful man's hands, focussed on me. I felt myself begin to pose naturally, and my smile begins to brighten. He slowly lowered the camera, exposing a teethy grin on his face. "Monroe, you're a natural. These are stunning pictures, you are beautif -"

"Hey babe, how's my number one star doing?" He waltzed over to me and put his arm around my shoulder as if to mark his territory and I felt Tobias' eyes tear into my own as he watched my expressions. I looked up at Chase with a weak smile. As if Tobias was reading the signs of me not knowing how to answer "She's doing great honestly. The camera loves her and she's absolutely stunning."

I felt a blush sweep through my face "You're the photographer right? Tony something, I was actually talking to my wife. My sister -" He looked up at Tobias and then back down to me as if to say go along with it "My sister Luxe is hungry, so I am going to take her out to lunch and then come back for you -"

I shut my eyes tightly, not even wanting to hear the rest of the conversation "No. I'll grab an uber, you and your sister have fun!" I felt myself spit out the word sister with so much malice and venom, I had forgotten that Tobias was in our presence. Chase seemed to be shocked at the harshness of my voice but stayed silent. He nodded his head at me and placed a light kiss on my forehead before leaving the studio.

I didn't even look his way as he left, I sighed before looking back over to Tobias who was still looking directly at me. "Look, I can tell that there's something going on and it's none of my business but we can rearrange the interview. I don't know about you but I wouldn't want to talk to someone about how much I love my husband straight after an argument. So you still want to make some magic?"