" Love Untitled " ~ The Road To Your Heart ~ BOOK FIVE

BOOK 5 > Ch. 46 ~WEAKNESS~

' I am a man. Pride seemed to boarder between arrogance and being the person dominating.  But somewhere along the road, then came you. My Kryptonite. My Achilles' heels. I am Samson. You are my Delilah. My greatest fall. The fall that I am willing to risk each and every time. So, woman if you please... help me. '

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The pounding head was a killer. She hasn't opened her eyes yet, but she felt her skull was as if being hammered by Thor's mallet a thousand times, she can't even begin moving a bone.

" Ouch. Shit. "

Psyche murmured, her face twisting in ache. The last thing she remembered was when Princess and some of her high school friends danced like some wild thing on the dance floor. Yes, while she was with Drake last night and went back to him after Richard Armani dragged her outside the nightclub, Drake came across with some of their friends from high school and they decided to drink the evening like there was no tomorrow. But here she was, suffering the consequence just after she drank her frustrations about Richard Armani and what he can do to her. To her mind, to her body and most especially, to her traitor heart that has a habit of being her biggest deceit.

Slowly, Psyche blinked and opened her eyes. Even wondered why there was so much warmth surrounding her. Her room was supposed to be air conditioned and her skin felt really cold. Yet there was that odd warmth that seemed so close to her body and she knew that wasn't supposed to be normal, given that she had always slept alone in her bed. Psyche's eyes immediately opened at the thought and quickly turned her head on the other side of the bed. She almost screamed, but she didn't. She covered her mouth, while her eyes widened in real mortification that Richard Armani was sleeping beside her. Actually snoring, sleeping soundly beside her. She frowned then, blinked twice again and swallowed hard. What happened last night that her husband ended up... snuggled against her? What the... yes! The man's face was in fact just an inch close to hers, their noses touched each other the moment she faced him. As she froze, while her senses began zooming in on what's happening around her, Psyche's mind started thinking of possibilities. Sex. Did they? Her eyes widened even more, as she abruptly checked herself under the sheets and almost fainted at what she saw. She's fvcking naked! Like, literally naked and she's not the type who sleeps without any fabric covering her! That's not the worst part. Under the sheets as well was Richard Armani's left hand, his long fingers sprawled on top of her right breast, his arm across her bare stomach, while his knee that pinned her more against the bed, was just right in front of her unprotected womanhood. He was not moving at all, yet, his skin against her brought delicious heat coiling from every fiber of her upper body and it ended at the pit of her feminine portal. Horror stricken, yet raw lust was beginning to loom over her, Psyche scanned the man who was breathing against her ear and felt relieved when she figured out that he was wearing board shorts. If so, can she conclude that nothing sexual happened to them last night? Then why in the effin' world was she butt naked, when it was expected that she should be covered? And why on this corrupt, filthy world was Richard Armani sleeping beside her, when her last memory of him was when they were arguing last night at the parking lot? And yes, this could be their first time to share the same bed as a married couple, what in the world happened to him that he thought of being with her? Psyche's eyes slid back to check on Richard Armani's face, as she examined the face of the guy who had swept her off her own feet and made her fall for him, even without him taking so much of an effort. Quickly, her throat swallowed a thick lump on her throat, just being beside him as close as this. Her eyes feasted on him. That arrogant jaw. That prominent, almost pinkish pouty lips. That manly pointed nose. That commanding, thick eyebrows. That intense, golden eyes. No wonder, the women around him were all fainting like brainsick patients whenever he nodded at them, or even when he was just passing by. Gahd, she's sharing him with a lot of them, yet he already chose to be with that only woman and it happened that she obviously had chosen him in the end. So, what's the use of this morning being with Richard Armani, when just after he woke up, he will never have the remembrance of her and this moment? Her eyes drifted at the man's biceps embracing her. Richard Armani owned the face that could make any woman fall for him effortlessly. He had the damn body too. Gahd, this had Ellery going crazy for him. Had Dee going back to him even after she was in a relationship with Angelo. And now... this had her. Everything about him had her. Made her want him this bad. Had fallen in love with him this bad, there was no turning back anymore. Yet, it feels so right. Feels so fvcking right. Then she thought, with all the women killing for Richard Armani's attention? Damnit, her husband is a real headache.