Just One Kiss, before divorcing me

CH 9

Rin

She leaned herself back on the wall in that stairwell and looked up at him. He was impossibly tall at six-four, she thought absently, as she stared up at him. Thinking about those words, he didn’t want their divorce to be public knowledge. She wondered absently how he thought he was going to keep it a secret and not announce it at all?

She couldn’t understand his logic right at that very minute. Wil had filed those papers today, to get the proceeds underway. It was also going to come out when she stopped being on his arm, attending the events he had lined up for the next six weeks. There were three she was supposed to attend with him, that were marked on her calendar.

But he would also just call her out of the blue and tell her he needed her to go to dinner with him and a client, someone she was better equipped to handle due to her programming skills. She could talk the lingo, so to speak. He was going to have to find someone else to fill that role. Or maybe he already had. She didn’t know.

“I only came because we had already accepted the invitation months ago, RSVP'd both of us would be attending. If I didn’t turn up, how would it look? I guess though, I should just be happy that you didn’t bring someone else with you, and embarrass me by having another woman on your arm,” she stated with a shrug.

He was frowning down at her now. “Do you really think I would do that?”

Did she? Yes, she recalled his words to Wil that day. He would get a divorce when he found Mrs Right, so by that deduction, his words the other day, about there would be no baby, and now a divorce, he probably had done that. “It’s bound to happen.” She shrugged it off once more, “save yourself the hassle of this awkwardness happening again Calvin, and send me an email tomorrow, of the events you don’t want me to attend in the next six weeks. So, I won’t be there when you’re not expecting it, and we don't have to play this charade again in front of your friends or business acquaintances.”

She saw his jaw tick and smiled just a little. He’d not thought about those when he’d done this. He probably should have looked at his calendar and scheduled their divorce accordingly, to when he had no functions to attend, or functions he’d yet responded to, so he could decline to attend, or state only he was attending, therefore negating his need to be seen with him on his arm.

“It’s a bit more difficult than you thought, isn’t it, to get this quick and quiet divorce you want.” She nodded as he remained silent, “I’m not going to harass you, or make it difficult for you, Calvin. I’m just stating the facts. There are, from my recollection, three events in the next six weeks I’m supposed to attend with you, one a charity gala which features a dance competition. I suggest you make other arrangements.” She stepped around him. “I’m not yours anymore.”

“You are still mine, Rin.” He yanked her around to face him. His hazel-green eyes were locked on to hers, and she watched them start to become more green than brown as she stared up at him, as he pressed her back against the wall, “The divorce doesn’t settle for six weeks, and even then.” His whole body was against hers, his mouth on her ear “You’ll still be mine, Rin.” His voice was suddenly all husky, and deep and dark like his eyes had been, started to show signs of desire.

She knew what that looked like, sounded like. His mouth was on her neck a moment later kissing it deeply, right below her ear. The one place he knew turned her on quickly, could be used to seduce her in just minutes, and she gasped and tried to shove him away. He was much larger and stronger than she was. His hand was under her dress and, before she knew it, he was pulling her panties aside and touching her intimately.

“Stop.” She gasped, though even to her, it sounded so very weak and as if she didn't mean it. He was never this reckless as to touch her like this in public. If anyone saw them, it would cause a scene. She felt his fingers push inside of her a moment later and gasped, “We’re in the stairwell.” Trying to clear his own head and make him come to his senses, she knew not much could distract him when he wanted her, when he became all needy and demanding, in trying to get what he wanted.

“I don’t bloody care.” He grated out, and his eyes met hers, and they were all green and filled with hunger and desire now. “I really don’t f*****g care right this very minute, I want you. c*m for me Rin.” He demanded of her and his mouth was on her neck once more, dragging heated kisses all over it. As he pumped his fingers in and out of her until she was moaning and moving with him, she hated herself for allowing him to do this.

But she also wanted this. The man had been able to create a wanton need in her for years now, and he was leaving her, divorcing her, and she just wanted one last moment with him, a farewell, a proper goodbye “Cal?” fell out of her mouth, his name full of desire and her need for him to give her what she truly wanted; all of him, as she was getting close to cumming.

He bit roughly at her neck, then she was spun around, and he was pulling her panties off. Her dress was yanked up, and he kicked her feet apart and took her in one hard thrust, a groan came from him, and she cried out as he took her.

He had a fist full of her hair and her head was pulled back to his shoulder, as took her in hard, firm thrusts. Her hands were back gripping on to his hips, pulling him as she herself thrust to match his needs. She was going to come quickly. She couldn’t stop the o****m that was rolling through her body. She could feel it starting to flutter her insides, all around him, and he groaned at the sensation of it.

Then he was gone from her, and she gasped at the sudden loss of him, only to be pulled around roughly and picked up and shoved up against the wall. A frustrated grunt came from him as he found her dress in the way, and he yanked it up and finally took her once more, as she wrapped her legs around him.

Clung on to him as he gripped her backside and took her once more his mouth on her neck. Her hands were in his hair, and she gasped and moaned in pleasure, then cried out once more. As she came again, his whole body was shoved hard up against hers. His hands had yanked her down onto his c**k and he was now holding her tightly to him, buried as deep as he could get inside of her as he came.

His breathing was as ragged as hers was. He didn’t put her down, just stood there for how long she didn’t know. She was the first to move, or try to “Put me down, please.” She half whispered and relinquished her grip on his hair. He slipped from her body and allowed her to slide down the wall slowly, until her feet touched the ground, before stepping back.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the wall. She didn’t want to look at him. She might just cry, she thought as she put her hands on his chest and pushed him back further away from her, even as she heard the zip on his pants being done up, his hand touched her face, and she turned it away from him and felt his hand fall away. “Just go, Calvin.” She murmured.

“I’m sorry, I got carried away,” he apologised.

That was an understatement, she thought, but she’d been no better herself. “I can make my own way home.” She told him and finally opened her eyes, though she didn’t look at him. Stepped around him and walked down the stairs.

“You’re on the top floor,” he called out to her as she walked down the stairs away from him.