Page 42 of Aaron's Patience

“You. The both of you. And me, but mostly, you two.”

“I don’t do riddles.”

His laughing reduced to a smirk and he nodded, moving closer to my desk. “I didn’t get it at first.” He shook his head. “She seemed like the sweet, quiet librarian. Not what I imagined your speed to be at all. But that,” he nodded in the direction of the office door my wife had just stormed out of, “was a whole side I didn’t know was there.”

I wrinkled my forehead at him, wondering what the hell he was talking about.

Stepping back from my desk, Joshua nodded. “Yeah, I think you two have a chance.”

I didn’t have time to question Joshua any further. I had more important matters to tend to, one being my wife, who’d better be at home or all hell would break loose.

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I burst through the front door, tossing my briefcase to the side, and looked around. The only evidence of Patience were the black pumps she’d had on earlier, that now laid at the foot of the steps. I knew she was there since Daniel still remained outside, having only dropped her off a few minutes prior.

I charged up the staircase, taking two at a time. I knew where I’d find her, and sure enough, as I entered our bedroom, I found her in a flurry of motion. On our bed was a pile of clothes, haphazardly thrown in a suitcase. A few heartbeats later Patience came charging out of her walk-in closet, more balled up clothes in her arms. She barely glanced at me as she moved to the bed, tossing the clothes in the suitcase.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice low, and tight with anger.

“The hell does it look like I’m doing? As soon as I’m done packing my things, I’ll pack the children’s.” She turned her back to me as if going to the closet again, only to stop short at the loud crashing sound of the suitcase hitting the wooden dresser.

My chest heaved, not due to the physical activity of tossing a large suitcase halfway across the room but the idea of her thinking she was going to leave me.

“You’re insane.”

“You’ve known that for a very long time.”

“I’m leaving, Aaron,” she affirmed again, but more cautiously that time around.

“I wouldn’t say that again if I were you.”

She took a step back, folding her arms over her chest. “You just want to control everything. I’m not you–”

“You do remember what happened the last time you said those exact words, right?” The stirring in my cock, which had started when she angrily burst in my office, began to build.

Her mouth clamped shut and her eyelids fluttered.

Yeah, she remembered.

“You don’t want me here. You want to be a father to Kyle and Kennedy? Fine. We can still work out a custody agreement. I won’t keep them from you–”

“Because I would never let you.”

She sighed. “But there’s no need for us to be married to co-parent. W-we haven’t even consummated our marriage. It’s a sham.”

I glowered at my wife, not saying a word. I let my gaze glide over her smooth brown skin, pinched, heart-shaped lips, down to the vein in her neck that had begun beating wildly since I reminded her of where her words would get her. My cock began to throb painfully in my pants. I took a handful of steps backwards to the door, closing and locking it, all without taking my eyes off of her.

I loosened my tie, completely removing it.

“Don’t,” she warned.

Chapter Thirteen

Patience

There’re sayings about poking the bear, or awakening the sleeping giant, that perfectly encompassed what I felt in that moment. It wasn’t the way he imposed himself in the doorway, or locked it, making it impossible for anyone to enter, or rather for me to escape. And, it wasn’t even the oh-so-obvious bulge in his pants—the same one that made my nipples ache with need.

It was the way his hazel eyes darkened to an almost forest green. And the way he held his tie between his two hands, threateningly. I was all too familiar with that tie hold. He’d used it before on me. And why did that sudden memory begin to surface as he took a second and then a third step in my direction?