Married After Midnight

Say my name

Note from Author: Please I ask that you reread the previous chapter before this one if you read it before the Oct 19, 2022. Major changes have been made to it and I don't want anyone to be confused. I'm sorry for having you all do thing but thank you for all your love and support.

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He was still there, like the ghost of Christmas past he hadn't left after that night. Morning and night he was there like he was paying bills. The thought of bills popped into Amara's head as she watched him from the kitchen. It popped into her head but it didn't override the thought that was playing in her mind like a grand piano. That night had guilt and frustration sitting on her shoulder like the devil, whispering things into her ear. Even now, as she sat eating a parfait, the could feel the lingering warmth he left her with that night. Her stomach danced at the image of him in her head. That night she could see nothing but shadows and outlines and yet it was enough to make the place between her legs ache. She sighed, her lips tightened as she watched him sit on the couch like America's next top model.

The view of him was making her brain rewind the events of the dark. His hand, his scent, his lips. She could feel each one on her body as she stared at his relaxed figure that was bathed in morning sun. Shirt draped over his shoulder, knee raised with the laptop against it, thin-framed glasses over his eyes, tattoos and scars decorating honey-brown skin, muscles bulging every time he racked fingers through his white hair. He was a sight, a sight that had her feeling things she shouldn't have been feeling. After that night her body was desperate, he had done things, touched her in a way she wanted to forget, brought her to the edge. Then left her at a point that her own hands weren't good enough.

Amara rolled her eyes at his existence and turned her attention to her phone. 8:00, it should have been time for a shower but her eyes were glued to the emails on her phone.

'Thank you for your payment. Your current bill total is $0.00'

Electricity, internet, phone, water, they were all paid. All had the current total of zero and she wasn't the one to pay them. Her mind wheeled. Was it Charlie? No, he was dead broke and if it was him he'd be at her door letting her know. Alöis would have said something before he did. Her eyes flickered to the man in the room. Did he do it? How? When? He hadn't said anything to her nor did he act as if he did. Could he have?

"Oi!"

Kalon didn't move at the sound of her voice. His body didn't shift in the slightest.

"Horsecock, I'm talking to you!" Amara snapped once more.

His eyes rose, grey orbs looked at her with a quizzical expression.

"Did you pay my bills?" she asked, her voice slightly calmer but still angry.

Kalon didn't answer. He stood, placed his laptop on the coffee table along with his glasses. Tossed his shirt over the couch.

"What did you just call me?" He walked towards her, each step holding a lethal aura.

"Who the fuck do you think you are to be paying shit!"

He rounded the counter, closed the distance between them. She could smell him, his attar sweet yet minty and dark. He was close enough for Amara to feel his proliferating heat.

"What did you call me?" he asked again, voice lower, darker.

Amara scoffed, rolled her eyes. "Horsecock."

Kalon's head nodded slowly as a smile grew on his lips and his eyes strayed. A thousand thoughts skipped through his head before his grey orbs refocused on her with a carnal ardency.