Mrs. Moneybags | jb

Chapter 17 - Broken Glass

2 months ago:

Justin Drew Bieber dripping wet with only a towel wrapped around his hips was one sight for the books. It would never get old. On the contrary: it did things to me, and not the kind I welcomed when trying to remain firm. As I stood in our bedroom facing him, my eyes roaming his toned chest wandering over his tattoos, a smirk crept onto his lips. It was a knowing one. He saw the effect he still had on me - even after all those years and all that had happened. No matter the state our relationship was in, and no matter how angry I was with him the effect Justin's body image had on me was still there and couldn't be denied.

Quickly I straightened my posture and tried my best to act unaffected. "Here, sign!" I handed the papers over but Justin merely shook his head in a slow manner. His eyes were fixed on mine and had an intense stare in them. Back in the day that look would do things to me, today however I tried my absolute best not to let it get to me. It took all of me not to give in to the temptation and the familiar heat forming in the pit of my stomach. No, not today. Today I would remain firm. "Don't look at me like that. Nothing will happen. Sign the damn papers, Justin!"

He rolled his eyes at me in response and walked over to the closet without another word while my subconscious hated the rational part of my brain. I stood watching as he pulled out some boxer briefs and basket ball shorts. The way his muscles moved under the amazingly soft skin as Justin was putting on clothes was beautiful. Damn I craved that body, his touch, kissing all over it. I fucking missed it so much, with every fiber of my being.

"Emma?" What? Shit! I zoned out. Blinking rapidly I pulled myself back to planet earth. Putting on a confused look to get my husband to repeat himself, I was met with a huge ass smirk. Damn bastard!

"What?" I spat slightly embarrassed.

"Nothing." He smirked at me and made eye contact as he moved closer and closer until we were face to face. Thank goodness those heels made me eyelevel with him. It was almost like I was in trance as he approached me, unable to move or react in a way. My brain was completely numb, under his spell. The only part of my body that was reacting was a part of me that had gotten way too few attention lately. And boy did it crave affection. My vagina basically screamed to be served - the pulsating wetness it was from just a stern look.

"No!" I heard myself say firmer than could be expected. Wait, what? My body and my brain were fighting internally. That smirk on my husband's face just grew wider and wider until a low chuckle escaped his lips causing me to frown. I couldn't remember the last time I heard that sound.

"Sign the papers!" My voice was weak and barely a whisper as he didn't move an inch. Instead he rested his hands on my hips. The simple touch caused my skin to tingle and sent my heart into overdrive. I shut my eyes closed at the rush of emotions. It was all too much. My eyes filled with tears as I couldn't help but remember what had happened between us. All the times I cried, fought for him, felt ignored and rejected.

"I can't." My voice broke off as I turned around fighting hard to keep the tears at bay. Instantly Justin let go of me but I felt his eyes piercing my back. Pinching the bridge of my nose I got a grip. "Please just sign the damn papers." I turned back around and faced the sad eyes of my husband. This time it was me rejecting him. Before there was a little bit of glimmer in his eyes almost like Justin was having fun. It was me who destroyed that little happy moment for him and I hated my weak self for it.

My husband took a deep breath and proceeded to follow my order. He never even read what I had presented him with. He just signed it releasing a defeated breath. After that he left the bedroom and I collapsed on the bed. Tears pricked my eyes as I couldn't help but wonder why everything had to be a fight these days. Why did everything feel so damn hard?