Boudoir Secrets

Chapter 89

Sharline was humming to herself as she walked about her apartment. It was so good having Frank back in her life. She had missed him. When the doorbell rang, she opened it without hesitation, expecting Frank to lift her up and twirl her about the room before dropping her on the bed to make love to her. Imagine her surprise when she saw Paul standing there instead!

Fear gripped her and she shook uncontrollably. Damn him!

"Hey babe. I didn't expect to receive such a warm welcome after our last... difference of opinion."

Paul strolled past her and winking, slapped her arse. He sat on the bed and patted it, indicating that she should sit beside him.

"What are you doing here?" she breathed, afraid of what he may do and painstakingly aware that she was all alone. Last time he was here she was bruised and bloodied.

"I feel great and wanted to take you out. Get dressed. You deserve a nice evening and to be spoilt."

Sharline hesitated and stood rooted to the spot. Where was Frank? Why did he have to be out tonight of all nights? Knowing that if she didn't comply, she would end up in the same place she was last time Paul was over, Sharline grudgingly dragged her feet to the cupboard, as slowly as she could, still hoping that Frank would miraculously show. Paul jumped up and grabbed her roughly by the arm, "Try and be a little more enthusiastic! We can do it nicely or not. It is up to you."

Quickly she removed a dress from the hanger and slipped it on, grabbing a purse and turning to him, "I'm ready. Let's go."

The quicker they left, the quicker they would return and hopefully, Frank would be waiting.

Paul spun her around and pinned her to the wall with his hips as he pressed his lips to her in a kiss that was far from gentle and loving.

"Maybe we should just stay here and make love all night," he commented as he took in her dishevelled appearance.

Sharline stood quietly, trying to return her breathing to normal. There was no point in arguing with him or fighting as he always won. She pasted a fake smile on her face and hoped to not anger him. Maybe this good behaviour would carry on into the night and things would not be as bad as they could be.

He shook his head and whispered huskily into her neck, "No... I want to go out and make love on a dance floor. Let's go."

Sharline left the lights on. Hopefully, Frank would see this and understand that she had gone unwillingly.