The Fake Wife

In Bed With the Enemy

Jake

The door of my study opened, and I heard her soft steps on the carpet. I smiled at her sleepy face and moved my chair back, welcoming her into my lap. I kissed her forehead when she leaned on my chest and whispered. "Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?"

Alison rubbed her hand on my beard and sighed content. "Morning, my love. Are you going to work from home again today?"

It was my third day working from home this week. Last week Gracie was radio silence, but it all changed over the weekend. Her non-stop calls started on Saturday at 3 am and once I figured out it was her calling, I blocked the number. Only to have her call me from many numbers later in the day.

I was working from my study to avoid any encounters as she had gone several times to my office to bully Jessica to get me in touch with her.

I pressed Alison further on my chest and laughed. "Why? Are you bored with having me at the house already? I thought you enjoyed having me around. You know, to help with the chores."

Alison giggled. "What chores, Jake? It isn't like we have anything broken here, and you are a handyman.

I leaned down and licked her upper lip and nibbled the lower part of it, making her open her mouth with a moan to get my tongue inside it. When I stopped the kiss that left her panting, I smirked at her. "Sweetheart, I may not be a handyman, but sure I'm the right man for this job."

Her eyes glowed with the love she carried, and I asked. "Are the children sleeping still?"

"Yes. Like angels."

I smiled at her and thought of bending her on my desk and having my way with her as the children were sleeping. But Alison stopped my imagination when she voiced questions.

"Jake, you never told me is your birthday this weekend. Any chance of you telling me what I gifted you last year? I don't want to give you the same thing."

Well, I could not tell her that because it was a few days before I first met her. I nudged the tip of my finger a few times on the tip of her nose and grinned. "Very smart, Mrs Stewart. Asking subtle questions this time about the past.

Alison laughed. "I guessed you would fall for it this time."

My fingers ran down her cheeks and over her lips. "I don't need any presents, baby."

She leaned back on my lap, getting her face from my chest to look at me. "Your mother told me you always liked grand birthdays, many people at the Manor. You invited clients and investors for dinner and is a great opportunity to network. But this year she said you wanted to have a small birthday." Alison sighed, clenching her eyes. "Is that because of me? Because is getting closer to the day of my accident?"

I stroked her cheek and glanced at her. "No, don't think that. I just want to change things this year. That is all."

I would much prefer a low-key birthday this year. I was too afraid of Gracie fighting her way through the door and fuck up my life. If she was not lurking around, I would love to throw a party as I did since school, but this time there was too much at stake.

Alison noticed my head was miles away and pressed. "Are you sure?"

I kissed her to stop her worries. That was manipulative of me, as I knew she would melt on it and forget about everything else. But I did not want to discuss it further or get upset with her for asking questions. After all, I could answer nothing without disclosing about Gracie.

When I stopped the kiss, her eyes had a love glow on them, and it only increased when I gave her my best smile. "Yes, darling. I am sure of it."

In the end, I suggested Alison hire a chef to cook a fancy dinner at our house. It would be only us family and the Martens. Matt's family was like a family to us.