Page 23 of A Monster's Obsession

“Well, don’t worry aboutAustin. He won’t bother you anymore.”

“Don’t kill him, Monster.” Sasha giggled, but I held my face completely blank. I would make no such promise.

“Monster? Sawyer, for real.” Her light brown eyes were wide because even though she claimed she didn’t, she knew me.

“How’s your wine Céile?” I questioned not so smoothly changing the subject.

“Sawyer.” Sasha’s voice was serious, but I wasn’t a liar, so I wouldn’t promise her anything dealing with Austin Thomas.

“Sasha,” I responded just as seriously. “People who aren’t a threat get to live.”

I stared her in the eyes so that she could understand I was serious. Any threat to my wife would be eliminated. I made the mistake of not taking threats seriously once, and it would never happen again. If anything or anyone caused even the slightest bit of fear in Sasha Nash, their days were numbered. I would see to it myself.

“Hmmm.” Sasha seemed to let the subject drop, and I was grateful.

We settled into our drinks and soon the waiter returned with our meals. Everything was going just fine until I heard an annoying ass voice that I hadn’t heard in months.

“Sawyer Nash. I thought you fell off the face of the Earth.” Lola was talking in that damn baby voice, and I didn’t have it in me to be nice.

“Lola.” Her name was all I could manage to say without rolling my eyes. Sasha on the other hand didn’t have the same problem. Her eyes rolled so hard I thought she would pass out.

“What are you doing here… withher?” Lola sneered. I shook my head. Lola Pratt was a sore loser. As soon as I knew about Sasha, I told Lola there wouldneverbe anything between us. She didn’t take it well, but I didn’t give a fuck. Her feelings were not my responsibility. We never even went on a date, I didn’t owe her shit.

“Lola, I have already threatened to whoop your ass once, and I guess you haven’t learned. I’m not going to be the stereotypical angry black woman that you want me to be. Instead, I’m going to let myhusbandhandle his business.” Sasha sat back in her chair and grabbed her glass of wine.

“Listen,” I said slowly, “that’s the last time you will disrespect my wife. I’ve already told you that we could never be anything. You know what I’m capable of…” I shook my head in warning. Lola looked around and I could tell that she was thinking about making a scene.

Lola was one of those women who loved attention; good or bad. But her father worked in theWard, she knew what was up. She might play dumb but she knew exactly who I was.

“You two are married?” Lola questioned finally. It took entirely too long for her to realize that Sasha had called me her husband.

“Yes. And if you ever want to see your own wedding day, I suggest you stop antagonizing my wife. I’m really not a nice man when it comes to her.” I warned once more.

Lola didn’t say anything else before she hung her head in what I hoped was defeat before disappearing back to her table. I knew that would be the last time we had a run-in with her because I would make sure of that. Dr. Pratt was a lot of things but he wasn’t stupid. He would get control of his daughter.

“I’m glad you handled your little friend.” Sasha smirked, and I chuckled. I was going to spank her ass.

***

The rest of the evening was uneventful, as well as the next several weeks. Sasha and I managed to fall into a comfortable agreement with one another. We slept in the same bed, and although I often woke up cuddling her, we hadn’t had sex since our wedding night. I lost complete control, and I promised myself that I wouldn’t do that to her again. So I haven’t.

I’m well aware of the lascivious looks, and wanton desires that twinkle in those big brown eyes of hers, but she won’t tell me what she wants. So we both have to suffer. My dick is in a perpetual state of rock hard whenever I look in Sasha’s direction and don’t get me started on when her ass is pushed up against my cock in her sleep. I feel like a teenager again at the many times I’ve had to rub one out in the shower.

“Would you like to have lunch with me today?” Sasha’s words cut into my musings. We’re eating breakfast before we both leave for our respective jobs. I’m actually shocked that she asked me.

“Yeah. Of course.” I respond smiling entirely too hard, but I can’t help myself. I may be a hard ass mob boss, but I’m still a man who wants his woman to want him.

“Great! I like how things have been going with us in the last few weeks, and I don’t want to make the same mistakes as before. I want to really get to know you this time.” I was floored that she was saying this.

Just a few weeks ago, she wanted an annulment. Now she wants to get to know me better. I want to be suspicious of her motives because it’s my nature. However, Sasha is the least malicious person on the planet. It’s not in her to hurt anyone purposely. I know that much about her.

“Where would you like me to take you?” I asked, feeling hopeful about our new arrangement.

“I invited you, so I’ll takeyou.” I frowned. I don’t fucking think so!

“Yeah, that’ll never happen, Céile. Is eleven okay? I have a meeting at one.” I stood up from the breakfast table and pulled on my suit jacket. Sasha just rolled her eyes at my declaration. Weweregetting somewhere because she knew not to argue.

“Yeah, Monster. Eleven is fine,” she sighed in defeat. I didn’t want her to feel defeated, so I walked around the table and kissed her softly against her temple.