Six Simple Steps

It's taking me a lot of courage to say this, but I'm gonna say it anyway.

I don't think I'm ever going clubbing again.

Yeah right. I know some people don't believe these words I just spewed from my mouth, but it is the truth. And why you may ask?

Well let's just say, a particular club night out gone wrong.

I had gone out with a couple of friends one Friday night to Club Seven, to celebrate Eddy's birthday. Now Eddy is a very important figure in my life and not celebrating him on his day wouldn't have ended well for me. So we went out, and since my husband is very wealthy, I'm talking billionaire wealthy, the drinks were on me. We hired some strippers for Eddy and well the rest of the guys. Us girls decided to hog the bar stand, and try on new drinks.

I can't remember what happened else after that. I tried my best to remember. But even with help from doctors, friends and family, I couldn't seem to remember anything else, and my husband was fucking pissed about it. And I don't blame him. Coming home after spending weeks holed up in a country, working out business deals, to meet your wife naked in an alley is something nobody wants to do. Yes. That's exactly what happened. After my blackout or whatever it was, I had opened my eyes to find myself naked in an unknown alley, with nothing but my phone on me.

Frightened, I dialed my husband's line.

He came, and what followed next was a series of investigations. My friends were interviewed, and they all said the same thing. I had left the bar on my own. But why couldn't I remember? My husband had examined me for hickeys, and I was saddened when I found out. He thinks I've cheated. I didn't know, so I asked the doctor to examine me. No semen was found, no drugs either so we were at a dead end. This only made my dear husband madder and me more confused.

So we went home. I know he still has people investigating the matter, but more importantly, I just wished he would stop looking at me like I'm a walking sin.

"Are you still mad?", I ask, closing the door with my hip. Finally, we're alone. No more curious neighbours, or fake friends. It's just me and my husband. I lean against the closed door, watching him.

He is bent over, examining a shoebox. The cords in his arm flexes as he pulls out some stack of papers. He is perspiring. His shirt is stuck to his skin, and when my eyes glaze over his jean clad ass, I let out a small sigh. The back of his thighs are strong and firm, and I suppress the urge to touch them. Now is not the time. He suddenly straightens, stack of papers in hand. He looks at me, brows furrowed.

"Yes".

I blink. Well that was not the answer I was expecting.

"I'm sorry".

I hadn't apologized. When he had come to get me, and even throughout my stay in the hospital, I hadn't apologized. I think this is the first time I'm apologizing to my husband. So I say it again, with more meaning.

"I'm sorry".

He doesn't speak, those blue orbs swirling in their irises, thoughtful.

"Say something please", I beg him, and heaven knows, I don't beg. I never needed to, but today's a first.

He smiles. It's small. "Didn't know you knew the word".

I stare at him dumbfounded. "Don't. Not right now. Talk to me instead. I want to know what you think".

"I don't want to think!", he yells, slamming his hand down on the dresser. I jumped. I have never seen him enraged. Mad, but not enraged. "I haven't gotten a wink of sleep since that night, because every time I close my eyes, I see you naked in that alley!".

My eyes water and I hold in the tears. "I'm sorry", I whisper.

"But I will tell you what I think. I think that the money spent on investigations was nothing but a waste. Do you know why? I think you do remember, but you're only acting dumb so that you have me all to yourself".

My heart broke at his words. He thinks I'm playing him? Why would I do that? I don't hold back the tears anymore. I let them flow.

"I don't remember Kian; I swear I don't."

He didn't believe me for one second. It was written all over him.

I hate this. I hate that I don't remember. I hate that he doesn't believe me.

He reached over, snatched a box of tissues and handed it to me.

"Here. Use it to clean those fake tears of yours".

Angry, I slap the box out of his hands. "None of this is fake Kian! I'm not faking anything! Trust me if there was a way for me to prove that to you, I would have done it".

"I don't trust you", he said as he picked up the box and returned it. "You broke my trust that day I found you naked in that alley Farrah. Naked!".

I didn't understand it then, but now I do.

"You think I cheated on you? And I'm only hiding it by acting like I don't remember? That's what you think isn't it?".

The look on his face only gave him away. I could only let out more tears.

"But you saw the test results Kian. There was no semen found in me", I say pleadingly, hoping he would believe me.

He leans back against the dresser, arms crossed, lips pulled in a thin line.

"I still think you're unfaithful".

"You still think I'm unfaithful? You still don't trust me? What the fuck Kian?".

"Well what do you expect me to still think huh? Is it every day I want to find my wife naked in an alley? I'm one step away from ending whatever this is.

I'm hurt but I won't let it show. "Do it! Just do it! You want to end things with me so badly then do it!".

He lets out a dry laugh. "I won't let you off the hook so easily. I'm not that kind of man! And if you're so innocent like you claim..."

I glare cutting him off. "I AM innocent".

"Then I'll give you a chance to explain yourself. I want you to take six steps to show how much you care about me, and how dedicated you are to this marriage. It's just six steps. That shouldn't be too hard should it?".

"You're crazy. Six steps? To show how much I care about you? I care enough to still be here!".

"I'm not crazy", he said coolly. "You and I know that what I'm doing is nothing compared to what you would have done if I was in your place".

He is so not talking about...

"Yes, I'm talking about Claire. Remember? Two months ago when you thought I cheated on you with my assistant?".

How can I ever forget Claire the assistant?

"That's different", I tell him.

"In what sense? Yes, I was barely dressed when Claire left the room buttoning her blouse, but I didn't touch her!"

"And I wasn't touched either Kian! Good God! What would it take for you to forgive me Kian?".

He pursed his lips. "Six steps. One step a week. The timeline is a total of six weeks."

I glare at him. "You won't even be home for that long".

"That's where you're wrong love. I've spoken with the board, and I won't be leaving the country until a good two months have come and gone. Next week will serve as the first week. So you've got today, tomorrow and the weekend to figure out your first step before the first week begins".

"You're being unfair".

He let out a low chuckle. "Life has never been fair love. 'Cause if it was, our marriage wouldn't have come to this point".

The point of falling apart. I only had to take six steps, to save whatever is left of my marriage with Kian. But why was I the one doing all the sacrifice? It's so not fair.

"I'll fix this", I say with determination. "I will save our marriage Kian, and do you know why? Because I AM innocent, whether you believe it or not".

He smiled. "Six weeks, six simple steps. Nothing more, nothing less".

Night came quickly and I lie awake in my bed, counting down the seconds before my darling husband would send for me.

Ten seconds, then minutes. Nothing.

Not even a single knock on my door. That meant he hadn't been joking earlier today when he had said,

"Oh and just for the record, there would be no sort of intimacy between us for the period of those six weeks. We won't even sleep in the same bed".

And I had been like what?

How could he do this to me? I understand that I unknowingly hurt him, but he has no right to deny me the pleasure of his touch! I mean what's the point of conjugal bliss, if the said man, is not performing his conjugal rights to his wife?

Well fuck this. I'm horny and I will be damned for the next six weeks if Kian doesn't touch me tonight. I discarded my pyjamas, and settled into a lace nightie. I'm bare underneath. Pleased with myself, I ease my feet into a pair of flip flops and walk up to the master bedroom. Kian's bedroom. His door is closed, but the lights are on. I hear the sound of running water, and I picture his naked under the shower, pelts of water running down his skin. I subconsciously rubbed my legs together. I twisted the door handle. It's locked.

This has never happened before. His door has always been open to me, but today it is locked. Annoyed, my fist rasps against the metal door. It hurts, but it's worth it because after a while, the door opens and Kian is standing before me, and I eye him like he's cotton candy. Damn. I actually thought he wouldn't be wearing clothes, maybe a towel, but not clothes. His body is half hidden by the door. His locks are wet, and a brow is raised as he stares down at me.

"You should be in bed", he said.

His voice has a low timbre. The deep sound resonates through me and I clench my thighs together. I stare up at him, meeting his hooded gaze. "I think the correct thing to say is I should be in your bed".

He sighs softly. "What part of we can't sleep in the same bed did you not understand?".

"All of it Kian! All of it! I'm your wife, and unless there is another woman in your life which I'm pretty sure there isn't, I should be sleeping next to you in your bed".

"When you're done making a point, go to bed", he says and closes the door. I quickly wedge my foot in so he doesn't close it completely unless he wants to break my foot. He frowns, glancing down at my foot that is wedged between the door and the wall.

"Let me in Kian. You said that we can't sleep together. You didn't say anything about not being in the same room as you".

He sucked in a sharp breath, and opens the door wider for me to come in. I step into his room and he shuts the door behind me. I scan his room. The king sized bed is draped with new covers, there's a dresser beside it, with the lampstand on it. There's a desk by the corner, which has his laptop on it. There are two doors as well, one leading to the bathroom and the other a walk in closet. I'm the reason he even has one in the first place.

Kian leans against the desk, arms crossed, watching me.

I start talking. "You're being unfair".

"Again with the statement Farrah. And there's nothing unfair about my decision. You haven't even appreciated me from keeping your scandal a secret from the press, and you have the guts to tell me I'm being unfair?".

I roll my eyes. "It's not a scandal and if it's a thank you, you want, here you have it. Thank you", I say, sliding up closer to him. My body brushes against him and he stiffens.

I want to kiss him, but damn him for being so tall. I stand on my tiptoes, and brush my lips against his ear. "The first step won't be taken until next week, so loosen up and touch me Kian".

He coughs.

"No".

The firmness in his tone is wavering. Good. I'm getting to him. Not like I've seen a man who has been unaffected by the presence of a scantily clad woman against him.

I trace his collarbone lightly with my finger. "And why not Kian? You're hard and I'm horny. It's just us Kian. No maids, no servants. We have the whole house to ourselves honey, and we've to make use of it".

He swallows, and I resist the urge to kiss his throat while he did that.

"I'm not...I'm not hard".

Someone's in denial.

My finger trailed downwards and my smile increased as I squeeze him. His face is red, and my eyes twinkle in amusement. He's holding back a moan.

"Let it all out for me Kian", I say, my voice tickling his throat. "Let it all out for...".

He pushes me away, and stalks to the other side of the room. I mourn at the lost contact. He whirls around, fists clenched, and fixed those angry eyes on me.

"I'm done doing things for you Farrah. It's about time you do things for me".

"That's not a problem honey. You want me to spread my legs so you can pound into me from behind? You want me to grab onto your shoulders and sing your name while my thighs shake from pleasure? Fine. I'll do it Kian. What do you want? Say it and it's done".

His eyes harden, and the words that leave his mouth some seconds later almost had me over the edge. And it's not of pleasure.

"Leave", his voice is as hard as granite. "Leave. I want you to leave".

I glare. "The hell I'm leaving Kian. I came here so that you could quench the fire between my legs and you're asking me to leave? I never thought you'd be the kind of man to deny his wife of his body".

"Then you really didn't know me. You want a good fuck? You want me to make love to you?".

I nod, giddy. Oh God, How good that sounds. "Yes Kian".

"Then you'll have to work for it. Farrah, if you want my bare body slick with sweat against yours, you'll have to work for it. Six steps. Just six simple steps. You'll benefit from it my love, if you play your part right. Not only will you get to keep my last name, you will also have me to yourself for more than just the weekend".

My eyes widen. Is he for real?

He nods.

I scowl. "I still want you to touch me Kian. And not then, now. I want your hands on me now!"

I stalked towards him and before he could protest, I slammed my lips against his. He doesn't push me away even when I grind hard against his crotch. We pull back, and I lick my lips staring at him. His face is flushed. That's the Kian I know and admire.

"You were holding back", I say narrowing my eyes at him. "I hate it when you do that. You obviously want this as much as I do. I can practically see it. So be a man and touch me".

Something snapped in him. Kian moved and before I could say jack, I was flat on my back on his bed, Kian looming over me. His eyes are dark with lust, and I buck up my hips, my crotch slightly touching his hardened rod.

"That's it baby. Touch me!".

Kian claimed my lips like a starved man, his tongue licking the inside of my mouth. We kissed for a while, before he pulled away, breathing hard, his palms flattened on the surface, by either sides of me.

"Why did you stop?", I ask him.

He rolls his eyes and stands up. I sit up straight, watching him. "You wanted me to touch you so I did. You can't actually expect me to pass up on my word Farrah not for someone with the likes of you", he says venomously.

I glare hard at him. Anything is better than bawling my eyes out in front of him, 'cause God knows that's what I want to do right now".

"Go fuck yourself Kian".

His eyes briefed mine. "I will. I suggest you do the same".

Way before all this mess, I've always looked forward to the weekends, because that's when Kian would come home, and we'll spend the weekends tucked in each other's arms, until he had to fly back for work. But now on this boring Thursday, I'm not looking forward to tomorrow, or the day after that.

Kian asked me to go fuck myself and I did. I had dry humped his desk, touched myself while imagining my hands as his, but that wasn't enough to satisfy me, so I forced myself to fall asleep on his bed. Kian slept in my room and I slept in his. Rolling over, I checked the time. 8am. Breakfast would have been ready by now.

Getting up, I stripped down to nothing and took a long bath to cool my hormones. Normally the maids would have come to assist, but Kian had chased them away and asked them to return today at 6am. After drying the droplets off my body, I put on one of Kian's shirts, and his boxers, before going down for breakfast.

Kian was already seated at the table by the time I sauntered in, a plate of pancakes before him. He looked up when I pulled up a chair beside him.

"Why are you in my clothes?".

"Good morning to you too Kian, and since when did you have a problem with me wearing your clothes? And as far as I can remember, you always loved seeing me in your clothes. So what's with the attitude this morning?".

He stretched out his hand towards me. I stare at it dully. "What?".

"My clothes. Give them to me now".

I blink. "You're crazy. First you refused to have sex with me, and now you don't want me to wear your clothes. What's your problem?".

"Give me my clothes Farrah".

What a fucking asshole. Why did I marry this guy again?

Oh yes. Daddy dearest thought it would be nice to have the Lewry's as in-laws.

"Well since you have decided to remain adamant, I'll give you your clothes after I change into mine".

"No".

"No?".

"You're not walking out of here with my clothes on your back Farrah. Take them off now".

I smile wryly at him. "You know, if you wanted me naked before you, you should have just asked, not go through such lengths like telling me to stop wearing your clothes".

His expression told me that he didn't find this funny. My smile dropped.

"You want me to walk out of here naked?".

Kian nodded.

I laugh bitterly. "Kian Lewry. You want me Farrah Lewry, your lovely wife to walk out of this magnificent dining room naked?".

He nodded again.

I flatten my palms down on the glass table and look him in the eye.

"You want me to walk out of here naked? Fine. I'd gladly put on a show for you. But what about you Kian? Will you be at peace, knowing that the manservants of your glorious mansion has seen your wife's birth suit? Will you be able to sleep at night knowing that a manservant could be fantasizing about having sex with his master's wife after seeing her naked? If you're fine with knowing, I'll undress right away".

His grip on his fork tightened. "No". His voice is hoarse, his breathing labored. "You...you can wear my clothes".

A smile breaks out on my face. I slide into the chair I pulled out for myself, and help myself to breakfast. I stopped however when I noticed Kian hadn't touched his.

"Baby you're not eating", I say. Then leaning in, I wiggle my brows, my voice a naught whisper as I spoke. "I will totally understand if you want to eat something else".

Kian laughed the moment my words seemed to register. His laughter is rich, I can listen to it all day.

"You're such a slut Farrah".

I winked at him. "Only for you Kian. Only for you".

He cleared his throat.

"Did...did you do what I told you to do Farrah?".

"Of course I did. You told me not to sleep in the same bed with you and I didn't".

"That's not what I meant".

"What did you mean?".

I know what he means, I just want to hear him say it. I stifle a smile when I see his neck reddening. Kian had always been kind of embarrassed when he had to talk dirty in places other than the bedroom and that's what I like about him.

"Did...did you fuck yourself?"

"Did you?", I shot back.

"And since when did you start answering my questions with questions?".

"Since now. So did you?".

"Yes and that didn't..."

I cut him off. "Same here Kian. Same here. That's why we should have sex Kian".

He rolled his eyes. "I thought I was done, but the moment I closed my eyes, I saw you naked in that alley and you know what the sight of your naked body does to me Farrah".

"I know. I know".

I slightly stand, eyes down, to see if he's still sporting a hard on or not."

"So, are you still excited?", I ask in a low tone.

He nods and that's my cue. Standing upright, I push Kian's chair back, before sliding into his lap, locking my ankles behind his chair. I roan when I feel his hardened rod underneath me. I touch his clothed chest, rubbing his nipple through his chest.

"Farrah", his voice is a warning tone.

"It doesn't have to be sex Kian. You don't have to be inside me. So just shut up about this and let me feel you".

I move slowly on his lap, making sure my pelvis rubbed against his, while I played with his nipple.

"Farrah!"

"Hmm?"

"You're killing me".

"I don't have a weapon, and I have no reason to kill you Mr. Lewry. But just so you know, I am not stopping until you touch me."

His lips find mine in seconds, and Kian is gnawing hard on my bottom lip, while I rock him. He pulls away and I smile when I see the lust in his eyes.

My husband wants me so bad, but his stupid ego won't let him. He wants to stay six weeks in the presence of a sexy woman like me and not have sex? Very well then. Let's see how long it would last before he finally gives in to his desires.