05

Once, I had thought that if I talked to Henry I could at least get some closure about us but last night made me realise two things.

One, we can't have a civilised conversation that wouldn't end up in a shouting match.

Two, talking to him will probably just leave me more confused than I previously was.

But I did get something from our conversation last night. Apparently, I was the reason our marriage failed, or so Henry thinks. I did something wrong. Something I don't even know that I did.

I stayed up all night yesterday, racking my head, trying to figure out what it was that I did or said that could make Henry resent me so much. That could destroy my fucking marriage. Nothing came up. So its either I have a bad memory or Henry is plain delusional.

Waking up this morning, I promised myself that at that lunch his mother is having I would avoid any encounter with Henry. It's a self preservative tactic.

By 1pm, I had the boys all set to go, so I went to freshen myself up and do my make up. 30 minutes after, we begin the drive to the poshest part of Buckhead, Atlanta, where unsurprisingly Thomas and Anastasia Wallace live.

We arrive after a 20 minutes drive to the Wallace estate and after introducing myself to the security, we are let in.

"Wow." I hear the boys breathe out mesmerised, as we make our way down the long pavement and to the mansion which looked like more of a palace than anything.

"Grandma and Grandpa live here?" Jason asks in amazement.

"Yes, they do, baby." I reply as I pull the car to a stop in front of the entrance doors and a valet guy.

"That's so cool!" Jamie exclaims loudly before unbuckling his seat belt.

By the time I'm out of the car, so are both boys so I just hand the keys to the valet guy and walk in holding on to both their hands.

The place has changed only slightly since I was last here. I feel memories assault me as soon as I walk through the damn doors. Right here, in this foyer was where Henry and I first met.

When we just arrived from Carlifonia, Anastasia invited us to lunch so mom and I came over. That was the first time I met Henry. I remember him walking down from the left side of the staircase in black khaki shorts and a white polo shirt, his thick black hair frazzled and his light grey eyes red rimmed. He had just finished getting high and once again his mom scolded him for it.

Truly, he only ever did these rebellious things to get the attention of his hard to please father who surprisingly liked me enough to call me his daughter.

This family has played such an important role in making me the woman that I am today, and for that I will be forever grateful.

I don't realise that I had stopped until Jamie tugs my hand, obviously excited to see more of the house.

Walking further in, we find everyone out on the patio which faces a small lake that Henry and I spent a lot of time at during our teenage years.

"Sandy!" I hear Anastasia exclaim before she sweeps me into a motherly hug.

When we pull away she looks down at the boys who are suddenly shy to be in her presence.

"Do you remember me?" Anastasia asks to which they nod. "And you must be Jason and Jamie." She says poking their cheeks playfully. This makes them crack a smile.

"Your house is amazing." Jason suddenly blurts out.

"Thank you. You, young man, have a good taste." Anastasia tells him which makes him look proud of himself.

I just chuckle, watching their interaction.

"I'll be right back with them." Anastasia says gripping both their hands.

"Take your time." I tell her with a dismissive wave.

I go onto the patio where everyone is and greet a few people who I know.

After a few rounds, I feel someone's hand on my wrist stopping me so I turn around to see Lance Elliot.

I give him a small smile. "Hey."

"Hello. It's nice to see you again." He says with a smile, his dirty blonde hair turseled by the breeze out here.

"Same here." I say as he let's go of my hand, having got my attention.

"It's Lance." He reminds me.

"I remember." I tell him with a chuckle.

"You're quite the debutante, Sandy." He says, a brow arched in amusement.

"Yes, well, I grew up in this shit so..."I trail off with a shrug.

"Language, Miss Wallace." He scolds with a smirk. "And I was born into this as well but I still hate it. Mostly because it's overly populated with old people." Lance says dryly.

"It's Miss Freeman, and sometimes these old people have really helpful and wise things to say from their experience." I counter as he looks at me with his eye brow raised.

"I didn't mean to offend you." He says.

"You didn't." I reply calmly looking around then back to him.

Mirth is swimming in his dark brown eyes. "I know."

I look at him with at slight frown before shaking my head. This guy, obviously, likes messing with people.

"Looking for someone?" Lance asks, taking a sip of his red wine while watching me looking around.

I had subconsciously been looking around for Henry so I would know when to exit this area. I meant what I said earlier. I have no plans of talking to the guy today.

"Yes, as a matter of fact." I say to Lance with a tilt of my head.

"Henry?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.

I just nod. "Your friend doesn't seem too fond of him." I say referring to Will.

Lance barks out a laugh. "Of course not. Will loves Jessica and now your ex husband is in the way of his plans."

I furrow my brows in confusion at that. "But isn't Jessica older than Will?"

"Will doesn't care about that. Neither does she. But society on the other hand, cares. Which is why Senator Monroe doesn't even know about the two of them."

I slowly digest this information but apparently he isn't done.

"I don't know why he is bothered anyway. Henry couldn't care less about Jessica and vice versa." Lance says with a slight frown.

"Well, I guess it doesn't matter cause as long as Henry and Jessica are together, Will would never have a chance to be public with her." I point out.

Lance nods his head in understanding. "True. I never did understand all this political relationships, honestly. Politics is messy. Why want to get involved in it? In this case I can tell you why though. Cause Thomas Wallace is a greedy bastard."

I give him a look. "Do you have a thing against the guy?"

"No, I don't. I fucking admire him. He's my god father." Lance informs me to my surprise.

"Really?"

"Yeah. My dad and him are like the best of friends. He's the real representation of how wise an old person can be." He muses with a chuckle. "I remember, the highlight of my week when I was younger was going golfing with him and my dad every Sunday. Surprisingly, lover boy over there never went." He says jolting his chin in a direction where I see Henry standing in with some people.

"And that is my cue to leave." I say smoothing my hand down my cocktail dress.

Lance let's out a chuckle. "It was nice talking to you, Sandy Freeman."

"It was nice talking to you too." I tell him geniuely before quickly making my way back into the house undetected by the enemy.

Okay, that's so extra.

I find my mom in the kitchen with Anastasia.

"Hey mom." I greet her before she pulls me into a warm hug. I press my nose into her neck for a minute too long inhaling her smell. The scent of her Chanel perfume always made me feel so at ease.

"How's my baby doing?" My mom asks with a wide smile when I finally pull away.

I chuckle. "She's doing good."

"Jason and Jamie are in the children's area. Don't worry, it's kid-proof." Anastasia reassures me.

I'm immediately at ease.

"You've done such a great job with them, Sandy. I'm so proud of you." Anastasia says, pulling me into a brief side hug.

"Thank you." I say gratefully.

My mom and Anastasia proceed talking while I just watch them. I have always envied their friendship and the way they were so in tune with each other even after so many years.

"Where's Alice?" I ask Anastasia when they have a pause in their conversation.

"She's up in her room. You remember where it is, right?" She asks.

I nod before excusing myself.

I'm walking down the hallway when I feel someone pull me into a room that going by all the clothes I'm jammed into, is the coat closet.

"What the fuck?" I mutter harshly.

The lights are suddenly switched on and I find myself face to face with the same Henry who I have been trying to avoid all fucking afternoon. Just my luck.

I'm uncomfortable being in such a small space with him because right now I don't know if I will be able to behave myself.

"You've been avoiding me." He says, his low voice sounding husky and way too sexy.

"No, I-" I begin to deny but he cuts me off.

"I wasn't asking. Are you angry with me?"

I feel myself swallow the lump in my throat. "Did you bring her?"

I confuse myself sometimes honestly. Yesterday, I thought that I didn't like the idea of Jessica being at this party because of she would meet my children but today, going by the burn of jealousy in my chest, that's obviously not the reason.

"No, I didn't." Henry says to my surprise. I feel his hot breathe fanning my face as he leans in to whisper. "Did you come here to tempt me in that dress, mi amour?" He asks.

It's then I realise that I'm in one of his favourite dresses of mine which is a red cocktail dress with a flay from the stomach down but up is fitted into a bra shape and shows a little cleavage. The hands are just tiny spaghetti straps. I remember a time when I wore this dress and we didn't even leave the house. We had to cancel the event just so he could 'ravage me properly' as Henry had said. But that was years ago, and me wearing that dress now, you can imagine how snug and fitting it is on my thicker body.

I feel his hot lips press against my neck right on my spot. Immediately, my body shivers at the contact.

What are you doing, Sandy? Resist!

I bring my hands up to push him away but Henry just holds onto them in his tightly before releasing them and instead of pushing him away as I planned, the moment my hands come in contact with the hard planes of his chest, it can't help but wander.

Henry lays open mouthed kisses around my neck, nipping on specific spots, definitely leaving hickeys which I'm pretty sure was his initial plan.

This bastard is trying to mark his territory.

I go to push him away once more but when his lips descend on mine, all rational thought flees from my mind.

Why does this feel so right?

I let out a heavy sigh in bliss as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His mouth slants over mine possessing it. His tongue doesn't even have to battle with mine for dominance because I immediately give it to him. It's seems that my body knows it's owner and it would be a total waste of time trying to resist that fact.

His fingers trail up my arms, leaving goosebumps in its wake, before pulling down the straps of my dress. He goes back to grazing his lips across my neck and my chest and I just close my eyes willingly taking in everything that he has to give.

I hear the sound of my zipper coming undone before I feel my dress become loose around me. Henry pulls it down to my stomach and seeing as I didn't have a bra on, my breasts are on full display to him.

"So beautiful." He whispers, rubbing the pad of his thumbs across my hard puckered nipples. My body shivers violently from the contact. He bends his head to catch one between his lips before sucking.

I moan in desire as he takes turns in sucking them, the left then the right. He licks them slowly, nipping lightly with just the right amount of pressure to drive me crazy. By the time he's done, I'm a writhing mess.

He pushes down my dress to the ground and now I am standing before him in only my panties and a black pair of stilettos, just the way he likes it.

He bends down, trailing kisses down from my stomach to the edge of my panties. He skips there to the inside of my thighs, biting the sensitive skin between his teeth. His hands come up to slowly pull down my panties, all the while still kissing my thighs.

I make the mistake of looking down at him because the desire that I see in his eyes is insurmountable. Lust and...love? I can't tell.

Finally, my panties come off and I breathe a sigh of relief. He begins laying kisses around my lower body, never venturing his magical lips to where I really I want it to be. Where they should be.

"Put your leg over my shoulder." I hear Henry say, his voice sounding gruff and his tone, commanding.

I quickly do as he says, putting my leg over his shoulder and immediately he attacks my clit with his wet tongue. I jolt at the contact as I hear myself moan loudly in desire, biting my lips so hard as I try so hard to keep the noises in to avoid us being caught. I will be so embarrassed if my noise gets me caught receiving oral sex from my ex husband in a coat closet but this is what happens when you haven't had any sexual contact in years.

He sucks my clit into his mouth like a fucking vacuum as his fingers rub around my hole, lubricating itself, getting me wetter. Slowly, he penetrates the first finger into my soaking wet hole, his mouth still sucking on my clit all the while.

Then, a second finger. And then a third which leaves me feeling full. I feel the tears leak from my eyes as I shut them closed tightly, the pleasure too intense. I have to grip his hair hard to avoid screaming and to keep him there but he doesn't complain as he continues fingering me all the while his lips sucking on my clit, kissing it, taking me higher and higher up to the peak of pleasure.

"Fuck." I moan quietly, my eyes tightly closed shut. "Don't fucking stop."

Not even too long after, I feel myself reach my climax as I see stars burst behind my fucking eyes. Waves upon waves of euphoria course through me as I feel myself squirt like as fucking geyser pipe into his mouth, something I have never done before, but he tries to swallow it all up, lapping up the juices as I slowly come down from my high.

By the time I'm done, my chest is heaving as if I had just ran a fucking marathon.

Holy shit. What just happened?

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A/n:

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