Unexpected Attention

by Aleisha Maree

  I choke out. “The man you were, the man I married, would have fucking kicked your ass all over this GOD DAMN room for touching me like that.”

  His head rolls back as a sick laughter bubbles up from him.

  “Lucky for me he fucking died long ago.” His tone evil.

  “Well, lucky for me I know how to fight.” I slam my fist up into his bleeding limp cock, punching him hard.

  He gasps stumbling back and falls to the floor. I jump up fast and scramble over to his body before he can get up. I slam my foot flat hard down into his throat holding him to the floorboards and stomp the air from his fucking rank excuse of a body.

  “Best you fuck off, get ya shit and fucking go to Sherry.” I spit down at him. “You abusing my body and mind is over cunt, see you in hell.”

  I throw at him as I grind my foot further into his wind pipe, his eyes bulge out, his face an angry red purple and his lips cracking under the need for air. Tilting my body down to his, I punch him square in the jaw before grabbing my robe and walking from the room.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Underneath the sunrise this morning I felt stronger. Time to be independent and to open up to life, no more wasting my time or my life.

  I watch as Garry packs his shit.

  Bree came and picked the kids up for me, so they didn't have to see their father leave.

  “Oh, how long have you been cheating on me?” I ask him making a coffee as he pulled papers from his office next to the kitchen. I’m going to turn that into my office and book nook when his shit’s gone, about time I did.

  “She’s actually always been around; I have two kids with her. She's where I am when I'm working.” He mouths off to me as he sifts through his drawers. Shock hits me hard. Anger sears inside me. Fucking cunt, that dirty wanker.

  “Really?” Raising my eyebrow at him, his eyes meet mine.

  “Really Miley, how does that feel?” He asks me stepping into my space. I step back placing my cup on the counter, his hand goes to grab me to pull me into him.

  “No touching what's not yours their babe.” My tone is strong, way stronger than I feel and I'm thankful my body doesn’t let me down.

  “How stupid do you feel knowing that I was fucking her the whole time?” his breath hot and dirty on my skin.

  “Stupid is as stupid does babe, I'm not the fool here coz I was fucking someone new too.” His eyes bug out. “The only difference is, he isn’t no two-bit whore of Richmond.”

  All the puzzle pieces fit now, all the Christmas parties with her, his assistant, his book keeper, his planner, his fucking dirty crack smoking whore. No wonder his moods are erratic, he comes home to me to come down and sleep. Fucking dirty cunts.

  “Sherry the office lady is doing more than just filling paperwork, aye darling husband, she's been filling ya cock while her lips are wrapped around a glass pipe.”

  His palm finds my face hard before I can even move, the sting breaks out, water pooling at the backs of my eyes. Squaring my shoulders, I will not fall, I will not crumble, and I will not bow, fuck him, who does he think he is?

  “Touch me again and I’ll fucking stab you and leave you to bleed out on the floor.” My voice is laced with promise for the violence he so deserves.

  “And what? Go fuck ya boy toy. Who the fuck would want a washed-up slut like you?”

  “ME!” I hear him. Brax, he's here. Fuck, my heart stops and I quiver at the sight of him.

  “I fucking want her and if you fucking so much as breathe on her I’ll fucking kill you.” My eyes snap to Garry, His eyes wide with shock on his face as anger creeps up his neck and cheeks.

  “You?” he questions pointing to Brax and then back to me. “You’re the soft cock fucking my wife?” the sarcasm dripping from his mouth pisses me off. “That shits laughable mate.” Garry walks closer to me and I step further back into Brax I can feel his heat and it comforts me. Garry’s fist clenches and a vein bulges out of his neck. His eyes zone into Brax’s arms as they find my waist, snaking around me and holding me so close to him. He twists me slightly his eyes finding mine and winking down at me as a sexy grin laces his wet lips.

  The kiss comes out of nowhere. One minute it's me fighting for my life and the next his lips are on mine, his hand clasps gently into the back of my hair, pressing in softly taking my soul in a kiss so gentle, so passionate that I thought I'd pass out from it.

  After a few seconds he breaks away slightly, smiled and whispered in my ear. “I just had to do that even if it's the last time I get to do it, it had to be done babe.” I looked up at him batting my lids to clear the haze forming in them from the kiss as his hands linked in mine.

  When I say that I look a mess he says to me, “No, no you look beautiful.” “You, my husband, never ever noticed when I had a new dress on or even when I had changed my hair. He does though, he notices all the small things. You, as my husband, should’ve noticed, should’ve cared, and should’ve been giving me the cute one liners. I recall a time not so long ago when I turned up to rugby training for our son and he pulled me in as we arrived, greeted me with a hug and a kiss, stepping from me and ruffling our son’s hair, he looked right into my eyes and he said, ‘Love the haircut it looks good, you’re sex on legs baby, some damn fine legs at that.’”

  I stole a glance at Brax before my stare turned from I wanna ‘fuck you eyes’ to daggers that I shot at my said husband.

  “Like fuck me, my thighs clenched as a wet pool formed and my body did backflips, he sees me, he notices and he fucking cares. Whereas you, my husband, don’t give a flying fuck.”

  He jolts at my words.

  “I was what you fought for only to be fucking a whore. You tried to break me, but you are the one whose turn it is to be broken, you have egg on your face now Garry. And good luck with the crack whore coz I bet your cock’s not the only one that's keeping her cunt warm on the off nights.”

  With that I grab Brax and we step back from Garry’s shocked expression, his mouth wide open. I place my finger under his chin and forcefully slam it shut again.

  His fingers reach out and grip my wrist. “You will pay Miley; you will pay for this.” His voice is now dripping in violent anger.

  “You will no longer hold me as a worthless toy Garry. I hope she gives you more than an empty bank account.” My eyes burning into his snapping my wrist back.

  “You can now leave.” I point to the door threading my fingers into Brax’s waiting hand we turn and walk out to the deck, stopping by the fridge I grab us both a beer.

  Sitting down on the lounge chairs the sun warming my skin as I take a long calming sip of my beer. Hearing Garry’s car pull out from the driveway my heart stops for a few moments before it beats back again with a new rhythm, a rhythm for just Miley.

  “I wish that I had the strength to do this before you came along?” My eyes find Brax’s confusion flooding his face.

  “Why babe?” he brings the cold bottle up to his lips parting them slowly, so sensual and he doesn’t even know it.

  “Because then, just maybe, then we would be different.” Pulling my eyes from his I look back out over the farm land.

  We sit in silence just watching the world around us turn. Drinking beer and being just present. His fingers entwine with mine as I curl into his side and watch as the puffs of smoke from his cigarette float and dance on the wisps of wind that comes down from the beautiful mountain back drop that greets our eyes.

  “You know I’m going to really try to give it all up, aye?” His tone rough from a night of partying.

  “We started out as a secret; can you make us more than that really Brax?” I ask him turning my head to slightly meet his eyes.

  “You make me weak Miley and I don’t quite know how to handle it.” Harsh truth ebbs from his words I know that he probably can’t. For now, that will have to do because I am to tired and emotionally drained for anything else.

  “I’m sorry for falling in love with you Brax. I’m sorry for all the sh
it that has come from this. But I will never apologize for trying to make you realize that there is more to life than nightclubs, girls and drinking with the boys.”

  His fingers run up and down my spine as my eyes close and I just enjoy his touch and breathe him in.

  “I just want to go back to the beginning and surrender all I had to you. I’m too far into the façade that is Braxton that I don’t think you would love the real me because the real me Miley is this jerk that holds you in his fake arms.” His voice falls off over the edge of the clouds as the blissful dark pulls me down into a peaceful slumber and I can’t pull my eyes open or will my mind to even answer his omission.

  ***

  Pulling my still heavy lids open the sun is so bright that I instantly shield my eyes with my hand. Where am I? My mind struggles to wake as I slowly pull my hand away from my eyes rolling over and searching, relaxing when I realize that I am in my room, in my bed with my blankets cocooning around me. Brax! My mind instantly goes to him and seeking him out my hand runs over to the other side of my bed, nothing! My heart pangs slightly that he is not in my bed. Pulling myself from my bed my bare feet push into the soft plush carpet curling my toes into it rolling my head back over my shoulders the sun kisses my skin and for the first time in a long while I fall in love with the way I feel. I feel like Miley. The Miley I was before.

  Turning to pull my body into my robe that sits on the edge of my bed I see that Brax did take my clothes off me and left me in just my singlet and undies. A smile creeps over my face, I wonder how hard it was for him to not do anything to me. I wonder how I didn’t even wake with the movement; I must have been more exhausted that even I thought I was. Making coffee I sit out in the same place I shared with Brax yesterday and just enjoy the small things; coffee and sun mixed with the smell of freedom and new beginnings.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  The days have rolled into weeks as the children and I have adjusted to life without Garry in it. He hasn’t responded to any of my texts, phone calls or emails regarding the children and seeing them, breaking their hearts more. But I am more than they need Bree and I have thrown we into consuming them with so much love and life in a bid to stop their breaking hearts from taking over.

  Brax and I are still the same. In the dark is where he loves me the most.

  We go to the river every day while the kids are at school, in his lunch breaks. We just lay in the sun on the grass, the wind in our hair, the sun kissing our skin and make out. We talk and just enjoy each other’s bodies, we kiss constantly, we’ve even pleasured each other right there in the grass overlooking the river filled with ducks. He lays on his back to smoke and I lay my head on his waist groin area and we just chill, talking about nothing in general. Just shit but you see that’s all we do, talk for hours about nothing at all really, we laugh, and we joke, we make silly little bets and we play games. We act like love struck teenagers and I have never actually giggled as much as I have with him. He brings out the little girl in me. The young women staring for that first-time love with an engulfing feeling of it taking over your every waking moment.

  It’s fucking beautiful in this world that is full of people being so busy and rushing that no one actually stops and breathes and enjoys what’s right there in front of them. We do, all the time, together we just breath each other in and we cherish the feelings and worship each other’s bodies and challenge each other’s minds. In the car we play music, hold hands, we act like kids casually in love.

  His hands always run up my thighs and his lips always find my neck sending me into space. He sings to me John Legends I'm going to love you like I’m going to lose you today and fuck me it is beautiful but haunting in the same moment. Has me falling and feeling all the things that are mesmerizing about love.

  ***

  The next morning, I wake to him in my bed. Bree has the kids for the night and I got to be with just Braxton and no one else. We turned off our phones and just engulfed ourselves in each other, letting the fire that is our passion take over and set fire to the world around us.

  My eyes find his staring into mine as I opened my lashes. “Fuck me you're stunning babe.” He breaths out and my body hums in response to the grit in his tone.

  “You’re not too bad yourself.” I wink at him, a cheeky smile forming on my lips, he pulls me into him and our bodies meet, warm and naked skin on skin. I turn in his arms as he begins to tickle me with his fingers sending wild fire to dance. My ass pushes back into his semi hard cock, jumping alive at my touch, his breath on the back of my neck sent a desire through me, before I knew it I was on my stomach as he laid over me. His body on my back, his hard cock pressing into my ass. One of his hands intertwine with hair while his other fingers tweak my already hard nipples and his lips, ooh his lips so soft, so pleasing, kissing the back of my neck and the side down under my ear lobe in that one super sensitive spot that makes you spiral in ecstasy.

  His cock finds my already wet opening and slides in with one hard thrust, my inside coil and I start to walk up the ladder of an orgasm.

  His hand pulls tighter on my hair, my head coming back further as my neck bares, his teeth bite into the tight flesh and that’s all I need to fall over the edge. My pussy is already humming from last night and now this, his hard cock sliding in and out in a motion laced with so much carnal need my walls tighten around him and he flinches inside me and we both spiral undone together panting and falling down onto me, I milk his cock taking all his seed. He rolls from me, letting go of my hair and kissing my cheek. We both slow our breathing as his hands link with mine and bringing my knuckles up to his lips kisses them, we just lay there watching the sun rise higher and the birds all start to sing. Enjoying the moment, my mind drifts off to Thinking out loud By Ed Sheeran. He is right...you find love in the weirdest ways and for me my love grows day by day. I smile, Ed could have been writing this song for us.

  Brax tells me all the time that he’s in love with my body and my soul, that I'm cute, I'm adorable and beautiful, how perfect I am for him and how much he needs me and wants me. He misses me when I'm not there and I miss him. He has healed me; he has made me see that you can have the love that’s in between the pages of books. That there are men out there that will worship you like they need you to breathe.

  He treats me like I'm glass but can fuck me like I'm unbreakable, he holds me like I'm about to disappear and spanks my ass like a God. He’s patient with me and can send a thousand kisses over my body before his tongue enters my mouth. I beg the Gods at night that he will want me like this in this fucked up place forever.

  That he will show me to the world and take the kids and I into his world, to his family and friends. It felt like we were finally moving in that direction this morning after we had a shower together, I was drying my hair as he nuzzled into my neck his hand on my ass and other on my hip. “Pick the kids up and bring a picnic meet me at one at the river babe.” His breath dancing over my skin causing goosebumps to ripple over the soft skin. “I’ll bring my rugby ball we will make a day of it, you me and the kids.” My eyes looked into the mirror locking with his, smiling at him I whispered out, “Thank you.” He kisses my neck, “No problem babe see you at one.” Slapping my ass, he walks from my room and house. I hear his car leave the tires rolling over the gravel and his gears changing as he takes off down the road. Smiling I braid my hair and tuck my t-shirt into my jeans. My heart does flips, and my cheeks flush as wild thoughts run through my mind, the place that we have had so much sex and made some wild memories is now the place that we are going together with my children, kinda like a family, the kids just don’t know about us yet. This feeling today takes away the empty feeling of having him love me in the dark and leaving me as the dawn kisses the night away.

  Stepping from the car we see him standing next to the railing leaning into it all sexy and dripping sin. I walk over to him, his hands come out taking mine and slightly pulling me in for a kiss to the cheek his lips find my ear, “The kids are not r
eady for us, for this after their dad, so no touching ok?” My heart sinks as I push my body to place a mask over my hurt, pulling back from him looking at my feet water pricks at the backs off my eyes, his finger lifts my chin up do my eyes look into his. “Hey, don’t get upset. I love you Miley, let’s just give them time.” His voice low and soft as the kids run up to us and wrap their small bodies around Brax, his hand leaves my face and scoops around the waists of the two younger ones, pulling them up and into him as he steps over the rails and into the park, I hear them giggling as he spins around with them in his arms. A part of me wishes that he would just let go and give in and a part of me doesn’t want him if he’s not willing to give us the respect our love deserves.

  After a game of rugby with just five players and a walk along the river bank, we settle down on the picnic blanket and eat the lunch the kids and I had picked up on our way here, a cute cafe does Al fresco picnic hampers, bloody mint idea if you ask me.

  Pouring Brax and I a steaming cup of coffee my eyes find his over the rim of my cup. He locks into mine holding me there I see all that we have had and all that we could have swim in his eyes and my heart is like do I want half of you. I question myself as I watch him drink his coffee then I see it over Brax’s shoulder I see the one thing I have tried to keep from my children. Their father and his new family walking what looks like a new puppy, he is holding hands with Sherry. She looks like she could do with a feed and about fifty-two hours sleep.

  He has a little girl on his shoulders she has her long black hair in pigtails and her tiny cheeks are red from the chill in the air.

  His other hand is laced in a boy’s that shares the same eyes as my son and his hand is holding onto the leash that is attached to their family pet. My heart sinks, anger spikes through me and I look at my children who are looking at their father, tears falling from their cheeks.