Chapter 5

The Montreal's villa was a deluxe house sitting on the Miami beach tip overlooking the Atlantic ocean, Fisher Island, and downtown Miami. The house itself was standing in a two-acre garden with a spectacular view of the city, bay, and the ocean. It had seven bedrooms with wrap-around balconies, fifteen-foot ceilings that create an open and inviting atmosphere, white glass doors and customs doors, a gourmet kitchen, a fair-sized swimming pool, and an enormous garage which sheltered; a limousine, a Mercedes Maybach, a Bentley Mulsanne and two Ferrari Porsche.

Around thirty minutes past eleven, Vince arrived at the villa, looking through his car's windshields at the startling sight of the estate. He drove up to the gate and rang the bell. The electric gate swung open, and he drove inside, and the gate closed behind him. He swerved the car into the garage and killed the engine. He stepped out of the car and took a few moments to drink in the beautiful sight of the villa.

Satisfied, he moved towards the front door and rang the bell. There was a usual short delay before the door opened, and he saw Eva's beautiful eyes boring into his. She was wearing a flame-colored dress with a broad, pleated skirt. Her breasts pointed at him as he stood in the doorway, his eyes regarding her beautiful, sensually built body.

"Hi! Pretty!" he said, grinning at her.

Eva did not even reply to him. She left the door open and moved back into the house.

Vince stared at her stiff back and wondered what had happened to her while he was away. He entered the living room and found her sitting on the couch, leafing through a magazine, a cigarette between her full red lips. It was as if she was unaware that he was in the room.

He dropped the car keys on the center table and moved towards the bar. He took out a bottle of Jack Daniel's, broke the lid open, and poured a stiff drink in a glass. He drank the whisky slowly and moved away from the bar. He settled himself comfortably on a couch, which was opposite her and crossed his legs.

All this while, she did not lift her eyes from the magazine. This cold attitude sent warning signals to his head. There was something about her this night. He shifted uneasily on the chair and sipped his drink. One way or the other, he knew he had to find out what was wrong with her.

"What is it, my dear? Are you alright?" he asked, watching her face for any sign of anger, resentment, or hatred, but he saw none of these things, and this was a baffler.

"I'm okay, Vince!" Eva replied as she dragged her eyes away from the magazine to look at him.

"But you did not acknowledge my presence when I came in?" he said. Though they always had their shares of fights and arguments, he had never seen her look like this before, especially when he returned from the casino, making him uneasy.

"I'm sorry! Next time I would do the needful," she replied.

He suddenly became tensed. Did Eva just apologized? He shook his head. No! This must be a joke. The Eva that he knows never apologizes for anything. It was one of those things he had come to tolerate in her.

"Are you sure you are alright?" Vince asked again. Inwardly, he was having a spasm of suspicion.

"I'm fine, thanks for the concern!" She gave him a ghost of a smile "So how's Prima holding up?"

Vince lifted his eyebrows at how she had rather pointedly changed the subject. He regarded her for a moment, thinking whether to answer her question or not

"It's moving fine." he finally replied to her. "You know we have lots of gamblers every day, and those gamblers don't care how much money they lose. That means more money for me. Anyways, Canyon is there to make sure everything is going on smoothly," he said proudly. He was always at his best whenever he was discussing his casino.

"That's good to know, Vince. I am happy for you," she said, and she continued to leaf through the magazine.

A kind of sickening fear began to creep up his spine.

Her remote calmness baffled him. Her replies unsettled his nerves. Though he knew what he had done to her the other day was still etched in her mind, one part of him told him Eva's calmness had to do with something else entirely.

He tried a different tactic.

"Are you still mad at me over what I did to you?"

"Why should I be mad at you?" Eva replied calmly. "You did nothing wrong."

Her reply did not fool Vince. He knew Eva was up to something. But what was it? He asked himself. There was only one way to find out. He stood up from the couch and strode over to where she was sitting. He lowered himself beside her and kissed her lightly on her lips.

"I am so sorry, Eva! My behavior that day was horrible. I should not have gone that far with you!" He said in an apologetic tone.

"I did something bad, and you punished me for it. So don't worry about it! It's nothing," she answered.

He swallowed hard. This was strange. Eva would have shouted at him. She would have abused him and even went to the extent of pushing those buttons to trigger his anger. Something was wrong.

"Eva! I love you! You know that, right?" he asked, looking into her face.

"Yeah!" Eva replied.

"I love you, and that's why I went too far with you that day. You've got to understand that."

"I understand perfectly well, Vince."

"Good." he breathed quickly. "I only want what's best for you! I can't stand any man touching you. I will go crazy, and that's also why I can't grant you that divorce. I would die, Eva, I would die if you leave me."

"Don't worry, let's put all that behind us now. Forget about the divorce," she said.

Vince felt a rush of blood to his head, and he sat upright on the couch like a man pricked with a needle.

"I should forget about the divorce? But you've been slanging it on me for the past few months now."

"Forget it, Vince. I don't need it anymore."

"If this is a joke, you better stop it," he warned her. "I'm not in a mood for any jokes."

"I mean it, Vince! I don't want it anymore," she replied adamantly.

He studied her face for a moment, and he saw the seriousness there. Maybe she was telling the truth, after all, he thought, and he drew in a long ecstatic breath and felt his body sagged with great relief.

"Eva! This is good news. If truly you meant what you said, then I must say I am proud of you. Ours would be one happy family from now on. There would be lots of money to spend and share, and the sharing would be done wisely," he said, choosing his words carefully.

"I'm happy to hear that, Vince. That's exactly what I want. But promise me one thing."

"Fire away, baby, I'm all ears!" he said happily.

"Promise me you won't raise your hand at me again. Promise me you will never try that thing you did to me the other time too," she said in a soft voice, a pleading look in her eyes.

Her voice was like hot fudge, and it warmed him considerably. He smiled brightly at her.

"Yeah! Yeah! Sure thing, babe! No more beating again."

"You promise?" She purred.

"Cross my heart, babe! Not a touch on your body, sweetheart."

Eva lifted her well-shaped eyebrow.

"Are you sure of this, Vince? You know you could want…" but her words trailed off.

He caught both her hands and found them warm and tender. He kissed them tenderly, drop it back on her laps, and cupped her face with his hand.

"I won't try it again, sweetie. If I ever want your body, we'll do it the right way," he told her.

She regarded him for a long moment and nodded her head. Then she leaned forward and brushed her lips.

"Eva!" he said breathlessly, and she recognized the desperate desire in his eyes, and it pleases her that she holds some power over him.

"Give me a minute, I'll be back," she told him, and she got up from the couch and crossed the room to the stairs which led to the bedroom. A few seconds later, she came down to the living room wearing nothing except for an Egyptian towel, which she had turbaned around her head.

Vince, whose mind was busy with thoughts, jerked his head up suddenly and saw her standing at the foot of the stairs.

She was a mother naked.

He tried to look away but was unable. His body broke out in sweats as his eyes traveled from her beautiful face to her full white breasts with his rosy nipples and lower down to the dark hair between her legs. Damn! This woman would be the end of him. He dragged his eyes to her face and saw the invitation there. She wanted him. He got to his feet, moved towards her, and grabbed her body to his. His body quivered with desire as he held her warm body. His mouth came down on hers, and he held her tightly; she could scarcely breathe. At that moment, his previous suspicions returned, and he tried to disengage from her.

"I can't, Eva! I can't!" he whispered, pulling himself away from her.

"Don't you want me?" she asked, her eyes glittering like that of a cat. She took his callused hand and guided his middle finger into the hot, dripping wet depths of her body.

The feel of her soaking wetness was overwhelming, and every chain of restrain in his body broke loose.

"I want you, Eva!" he breathed evenly. "I want you!" and he pressed his lips to her neck. He heard her moan and unable to restrain himself, he picked her up and carried her up the stairs to the bedroom. He threw her on the bed savagely and discarded his clothing. He joined her on the bed, and she pulled him to her body. She began to work on him, kissing him, moaning sweet incoherent words into his ears.

"Oh!…hmmmmm...am I hurting you?" she moans into his mouth.

Vince reclaimed his lips from hers and shook his head.

"You are doing just fine, baby," he managed to say.

Eva kissed him profoundly and bent her head to his chest to take his left nipple into her mouth. She suckled on it until the rosy bud turned to a scarlet red. She moved her head lower and began to lick his navel, sending electric jolts through his body and down to his phallus and testicles. He groaned aloud. The sound encouraged her, and she licked the tip of his throbbing manhood...

Vince steeled himself, making a determined effort not to become aroused too soon.

"Take it easy, baby! Just shove it in your mouth! It's all for you, my love," he moaned.

"Are you sure you want it in my mouth?"

"Yeah! Please. I haven't…It has been so long. So awfully, awfully long."

Eva nodded and took his massive manhood into her mouth.

Vince stroked her face and the side of her head, smoothing her hair back behind her ear and watching with pleasure as she took him into her mouth.

"Christ! This feels so good" He gritted the words out through clenched teeth as his body trembled.

"Just lie still, sweetheart," she told him. "I've got this."

He began to tremble again when she pushed herself onto him so that his shaft probed deep into her throat. The sensation of his manhood in her mouth was too much to bear, and he could feel himself coming.

"Oh! Baby! I am going to come, baby! Oh my! Oh my!" He exclaimed in spasms of orgiastic climax, and just as he was about to spurt out his hot fluids into her mouth, she sank her whole teeth on his manhood and bit hard on it.

Vince's wild agonized scream rang out through the house. It was the kind of cry that would have frightened a hyena. He violently shoved Eva off him.

"You demented witch! are you planning to castrate me?" He demanded, his face contorted with lines of pain.

Eva winked at him. She gave him a mischievous grin and licked her lips with a wildly exaggerated sweep of her tongue. She stood up from the bed and took a chemise negligee, hung on a cloth rack. She wore it and turned to Vince, who was cursing as he examined his throbbing pinkish manhood.

"That's for what you did to me the other day," Eva said, a wicked glint in her eyes.

He scowled as his earlier suspicions came rushing back.

"Now, I understand. So it was payback you were planning all along," He snarled. "I nailed you with my dick, and in return, you nearly fix it."

"You've seen nothing, Vince!" she said in a stern flat voice. "For you, this is just the beginning. The divorce still stands. I want it bad and am going get it from you," and she gave him a wicked look and moved out of the room.

Vince watched her go and nodded numbly. Nobody needed to tell him he was a man inside a sinking battleship, and he needed to get out of it fast.