A Subs Life (Story 1) ✔️

23-"Sneak"

~Caroline~

I knew-and had known from the beginning-that Sol knew a lot of people. I had no problem with that, it was fine-I mean, come on he is the CEO of a corporation- and even though a percentage of those were women, I didn't care. I've never been the jealous type but calling my fiance 'Love' had definitely drew the line where appropriate and inappropriate were concerned. 

The Caroline Thomson before this would have completely freaked out, I was sure. Which is why I decided not to confront Sol about the text. Of course there were other reason there. Like not wanting an argument or suffering the consequences of invading his privacy by reading his text messages. I had a plan...I knew exactly where Sol kept his address book at his office.

Deep down in my heart I hoped that he wouldn't cheat...I had a feeling he wasn't but sometimes feelings could be very deceiving.

"What's wrong?" My Sir's deep, raspy voice invaded my thoughts and I met his eyes in the mirror of my vanity. I had been deep in thought and the anxiety that bubbled deep in the depths of my stomach ever since I had read that fucking text were still torturous. It would probably be until I got to the bottom of this.

There must have been something on my face that gave me away. More than likely a worried expression. "Nothing," I forced a smile as he walked over, damp from his shower and a towel resting on his amazing hips. Jesus, this man-my man-made me seriously weak.

"Don't lie to me," Sol's voice was quiet but stern and I didn't know I had been checking out his body until my gaze met his again. There certainly was an erection under that towel and for an instant, my belly fluttered.

"Just PMS, I think," I lied and I knew that he knew I was lying but I would not ask him about that text, not until I found out what in the hell this woman had to do with My Sir. Did my life have to be a series of unending trials and tribulations? There was always someone in the way lately and it was pissing me off.  I looked away at that damn risen brow of his that said, 'Really?' and laid my blush brush on the surface of my vanity. God, Sol, don't do this. Don't be nosy, I wanted to tell him but really...I was the nosy one. "I have to go to class," I was almost certain that came out in a mumble as I got up and started  for the bedroom door which seemed liked thousands of feet away. I couldn't barely hold myself together when Sol's cerulean eyes bore into my fucking soul like that...like he was gonna do his own searching of just what the hell was going on in my brain. 

Sadly, I didn't make it to far before he stopped me, grabbing my wrist gently with his excessively big hand. "Not yet," Sir said. I thought he might just hound me a little more but he didn't...not yet anyway. "You still have a little bit right?"

He was right and I flushed. Oh, looky there, another lie.  I let my gaze drift over his body again as we stood there face to face. I just couldn't help myself, even with these allegations   going through my mind, he was utterly glorious. Mentally and most certainly physically. I reached out to touch his arm then, conjuring up some excuse to leave the condo early but his was much faster and his fingers drug through my curls, making a fist.

A gasp left me as Sol wrenched my head back to meet his lips with a crushing kiss...As if some voice in the back of his head was telling me, he was mine. Please, that's just what I needed to hear.  I knew deep down that he probably wouldn't say anything, if he knew I knew, unless I said something first. There was a fifty percent chance I would. I wasn't leaning towards that fifty.

I stumbled slightly in my heels at his frantic pace when he pushed me back...back against my vanity. His mouth moved against mine, with mine, hard enough to win a moan out of me again. The fist he had in my hair was enough to bring on a headache. I had learned long ago that just because Sol was being so roughly uncalled for, there was no reason behind it. That was him. When he pulled my shirt out of the black pencil skirt I was wearing it was enough to have me seeping sweet honey. Shit was about to seriously get real, even though I wanted to ignore the temptations.