Page 4 of Hansel
The softness in his eyes disappeared and was swiftly replaced by the hardness I was used to. His chest heaved, brushing against my front. “I’m not signing them. You might as well stop asking.” He sounded angry but he didn't let go of my hand. With the smallest of tugs he pulled me flush against his chest. “You're my wife.”
I wanted to laugh but I was having a hard time just breathing normally. He was there with another woman yet he had the audacity to remind me I was his wife? “I wouldn't be if you would sign those damn papers.” I reminded him with a growl.
“I love it when you get angry, Gretal.” To prove his point, he rubbed against me and there could be no doubt just how much he loved it. He pressed into my stomach, making my mouth water.
How long had it been since I had been with a man? Any man, let alone one who knew how to make my body sing like Hansel did.
Too long, and that's why I was finding it hard to get a sentence out. I was horny. It wasn't because I still loved Hansel. Or at least that's what I was telling myself.
“Let go of me.” Somehow, my voice came out stronger than I was feeling on the inside. I yanked my hand from his only to have it caught again.
“Never going to happen, babe.” Hansel's head dipped. “You feel it too, I know you do. The heat between us hasn't gone away. I still think about you every night, Gretal. Do you think of me?”
Did I think of him? There wasn't a moment in the day when he wasn't on my mind but I couldn't tell him that. I would never give him that kind of power over me. Not ever again. He had broken my heart too many times.
“Gretal.” His lips brushed over the corner of my mouth. I swung my hand back before I could stop myself. The slap was loud in the quiet. It was like the whole world turned silent.
I froze, my eyes wide as he slowly lifted his hand to his face.
“Don't ever touch me again, Hansel.” I warned. Striking him was a mistake. One that I might live to regret. A man like Hansel would not let that go unpunished. Swinging open the bathroom door, I found his date hovering outside. Her eyes widened when she saw me.
Poor sod was in for a very rude awakening if she thought Hansel wouldn't treat her like a piece of shit. To Hansel, women were nothing but warm pussies he could lose himself in. He would destroy her. Hell, he had professed to love me and he had ripped my heart out over and over again.
Brushing past her, I threw a look over my shoulder. Hansel hadn't moved, he just stood there, his hand pressed to his cheek and his eyes spearing me to the spot.
“Sign those damn papers, Hansel, and leave me the hell alone.”
Chapter Three
Hansel
She had slapped me. It should have made me angry and in a way I was, my fingers itched to punish her, spank her ass until she begged me to stop or to fuck her. Gretal had always liked to have her ass slapped. She had always had a kinky side.
But that slap had spoken volumes. I knew my wife. When she didn’t care, she became cold and aloof. The original ice queen. The fact that she had reacted so violently told me I still affected her. She could avoid me all she wanted, sooner or later over the weekend I would corner her again and then she would submit. I would kiss her, make her furious, but sooner or later Gretal would be back in my bed. And this time I wouldn't let her go. I would make her realise that we were meant to be together.
I just had to get her alone and remind her who she belonged to first.
“Hansel?”
My date's thigh stiffened under my fingertips. I had been caressing her thighs whilst staring at my wife for the last five minutes.
“You're staring at her again.” The whine in her voice was grating. I didn't even want to touch her. My mind and my cock were so hyper focused on Gretal, it was like I couldn't see anything else.
Shaking myself, I tore my eyes away from the group at the bar who had closed in around my wife. “Who?” The smile I flashed my date didn't meet my eyes. I wanted her gone but I didn't know how to tell her. She wasn't one of the club girls. I couldn't just tell her to fuck off. If I did, I would prove Gretal right.
And I wasn't totally heartless no matter what she thought.
“The blonde woman you were in the bathroom with, the one who slapped your face.”
“Gretal. Her name is Gretal.”
Next to me, Havoc's head snapped up. His eyes widened in shock. “You were in the bathroom with Gretal?” He didn't even try to hide the surprise in his voice. “Are you two…” He trailed off, a frown replacing the smile. “Wait, she slapped you?”
“Yeah, she slapped me.” I shrugged. “You know what she is like when she's passionate about something.”
“Are you two going to try again or….” He trailed off, sending an apologetic smile in Louisa’s direction. “Obviously not, you’re here with a date.” His lips quirked again.
“Who is she? This Gretal? An ex or something?” Louisa sounded worried and rightly so. Now Gretal was under the same roof as me, there could be no one else. The sooner Louisa knew that, the better.
