Conflicted Passion
The room smelled of passion and the result of satisfying lust as we both held onto each other, reaching our climax at the same time.
He spilled his seeds inside of me before collapsing on my body.
None of us could talk for a while. I waited for my brain cells to return to normal and be able to comprehend what had just happened.
When it did, I couldn't even bring myself to look at him or even speak.
But I had to say something. "Get off me."
I swallowed, totally not expecting my voice to tremble as it had just did. Why was I on the verge of crying over something that I'd been a willing participant?
He raised his head to study my expression, then he sighed. It was low but I heard it. "What's wrong Hailey?"
"Your wife needs you." I managed to get out through an emotional voice.
He roll off me but didn't let go, rather he cradled me in his arms. "I promise this is not like six years ago."
That made me even struggle harder to get away from him. "Unwrap your arms from my body this minute, Jared."
"No, I want you to listen to me."
"No, I don't want to. The deed has happened but never again. Just please go and don't come back." My voice was raised in a broken yell.
I blinked back tears.
"Can you at least stay still and let us talk? Stop fighting me, Hailey! Please!" He held me firmly as I turned to hit every part I could reach.
"Just go, okay?" I spat, angrily swiping at a tear that had escaped.
He let go of me much to my relief, climbed out of the bed, searched for his clothes on the floor and put them on.
I was waiting for the door to close behind him so I could be alone and cry my eyes out for the stupid thing I had just let myself do.
But to my disbelief, he sat back down on the bed, fully clothed and faced me.
"What are you doing?" I had to ask.
"I know things are going to be more complicated than they actually are right now because of my marriage and I know you have every right not to believe me but I'm telling you honestly that whatever just happened here is nothing like six years ago."
His expression was sincere and his tone was genuine, still...
Having no choice, I sat up. Since he was being persistent on talking, we would talk. I had the sheets wrapped around me tighter to avoid a second round of temptation and lust.
"Jared, nothing can ever happen between us. In fact, nothing should ever happen between us." I paused, thinking about the consequences of my next words but I'd say then regardless. "You want to be in my babies' lives, isn't it? Fine, you'll be but it's just you. I don't want to see your mother or Mia anywhere close to my kids."
As I spoke those words, I hoped I would not regret them. I hoped there would be no consequences for agreeing to allow Jared into my children's lives.
"Thank you and fine, I agree to your condition. No Mia, no my mother." He nodded his understanding.
"Good. Since that's what you want and now you have it, you can leave now." I clasped my hands, waiting for him to make the move.
But he still wasn't budging, rather, he kept staring at me.
"Don't ask me to be your sex toy again, Jared. That'll be an insult to me and my children. Nothing like this should ever occur again." I firmly reminded.
"I sit here telling myself you're right but..." He trailed off.
With a quirked, befuddled brow, I looked at him. "But what?"
"I can't."
"You can't what?" I probed further, not understanding what he was on about.
The bed was relieved of his weight when he stood and paced a little, his hair still having that after-sex appearance just as I knew mine was too.
"At the meeting today, I was thinking about you and the kiss we had at the office. I thought about Mia and felt a little surge of annoyance, I don't even know why I'm annoyed at my own wife. Then the President's daughter came in..."
"Wait what? The President has a daughter?"
"...and she decided she was going to tell me, with her eyes, how much she was crushing on me." He continued his rambling, paying no mind to my question. "And all that while, I all thought was you. I didn't think of my wife when another female was hitting on me in the presence of her father, the man that could ruin my chances of ever climbing that senatorial ladder at the snap of his fingers, I was thinking of you and how you'd feel. This is crazy and I..."
"Stop with the rambling, Jared and tell me what the hell you are talking about." I ensured my tone was strict.
Yet again, he was way in his head with his own conflicted thoughts and rambling. "At first, I told myself I was showing concern because of my uncle who's family and he was their father. And then I find out I am their father, I still told myself the reason I was coming around was because of my kids but I don't even think that's the point anymore. Yes, I'd love to know Zion and hopefully Zaya, I'd love to be their father but it's not about them anymore. I don't know when or how the motive change but somewhere along the line, it did and now I'm..."
"Jared!"
"Ouch!"
I was standing before him, he rubbed the part of his arm I'd pinched so hard.
When he looked at me, he was finally paying me attention.
"Stop rambling like an idiot and speak sensibly." I glared at him, annoyance building.
He grinned, unexpectedly. "I like this new you."
"Huh?" What was wrong with him? Why was he behaving weird? My brows knitted as I studied him properly.
"You've become strong, sassy, independent and even more beautiful."
"Flattery won't get you anywhere, Jared." I cocked my head to a side, folding my arms. "What is wrong with you? What's with all the ramblings?"
But his attention was diverted, his eyes roaming all over my naked body as though they were caressing me.
I felt my body go warm underneath his stare.
That was when I realized the sheets had pooled at my legs. I drew them back up and covered myself properly.
He moved closer, trying to kiss me.
I ducked. "Let me put something on and we'll talk." I walked past him.
I haven't even walked two steps when he pulled me back and took me to the bed, he lowered himself, hovering over me.
"The one thing I never told you about six years ago was I came to you because I found it impossible to resist your scent, to resist you...just as I'm finding it hard to resist now."
Before I could make sense of his words, he lowered his head and captured my lips in a more passionate kiss that had nothing to do with mere lust and everything to do with... possession?