A Taste of Sweet Ecstasy

Chapter 22: Are you a boxers or briefs kind of guy?

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Chapter 22: Are you a boxers or briefs kind of guy?

To say I was bored was an understatement; I was so bored that I focused all my attention on how Archie’s fingers drummed against his thigh as he formally spoke to our lawyer, Janine. Yep – you heard right, our lawyer. You might be wondering why we’re speaking to a lawyer. Well it was because we agreed it was better if we got a divorce before our parents came back and we had to deal with the wrath of them. We’ve been here for about an hour but I zoned out in the first 15 minutes and left Archie to deal with her.

My eyes narrowed as I watched his fingers inch higher up his thigh, getting dangerously close to his mouth watering crotch, teasing me as if he knew I was watching…I snapped my head to his and cursed quietly for blushing as I saw a smirk twitch at his lips while he talked to Janine, letting me know that he did in fact know I was eyeing his crotch.

“Something wrong Mrs. Mason?” I averted my eyes to Janine, the wrinkles on her face clearly evident as she sent a fake smile my way.

 “Nope, I’m perfectly fine. And you?” her eye twitched, “Fantastic.” Then she looked back at Archie who had a puzzled look on his face at the obvious tension in the room.

“Now, where we? Right, as I was saying, unfortunately you and Mrs. Mason are going to have to stay married for at least one year maximum before you can file for divorce. There’s nothing I can do, and the fact that it was a Vegas wedding doesn’t help either.” She said sullenly to Archie. I on the other hand didn’t know whether to be jumping for joy, or pissed that I have 1 year of Archie to myself. In a way, my mind was screaming at me with warning signals telling me that I will fall so hard for him that I’ll need a face reconstruction because he won’t catch me, but then my heart is nearly jumping out of my chest with the excitement.

“But, that doesn’t necessarily mean you have to act as a couple, you can have outside relationships if you wish.” She bit her lip in what I guess was supposed to be a seductive way, but unfortunately for her, Archie didn’t acknowledge her subtle beg for his còck and just nodded tightly. I snickered internally because it was amusing to watch a 50 year old – most likely married – woman flirt with a 19 year old boy. I mean come on; he is young enough to be her son! And for her to even think she had a chance with him nearly made me combust in a fit of laughter, but thanking my control, I managed to keep it in.

“A year isn’t too bad now is it princess?” Archie’s voice cut through my thoughts, I looked at him and smirked, knowing that Janine was fuming at the nickname, and of course me being me, decided to add more fuel to the fire.

“Of course it isn’t babe.” Archie’s eyes twinkled in mischief as he caught onto what I was doing.

“Want to ditch and go have hot passionate sèx in the back of my car?”

I stood up like a lightning bolt and smirked at the cradle snatcher, “Thanks for your help Janine; we’ll be seeing you in a year’s time.”

“It’s alright, anytime,” she gritted out, then turned to Archie and smirked, “Mr. Mason, feel free to give me a call anytime, I’ll be happy to help you out with anything.” She handed him her business card and the sadistic side of me bubbled with satisfaction as I watched all amusement from earlier on drain from his face.

“Uh…Thanks?” he quickly took the card and then grabbed my hand, practically dragging me out of the room and into the car park.

He got into the driver’s seat – since I wasn’t allowed to drive because he said, and I quote, “The day I let any girl drive me anywhere will be the day pigs fly.” So I just obliged and let him drive because I didn’t have the energy to argue with him about how it affects his masculinity if he let me drive. I jumped into the passenger seat, feeling the leather seat of his nice Porsche glide underneath my thighs. I put my flip flop covered feet up on the dashboard as he started the car.