Guilty Pleasure

Naive, Evil And Enamored

Inside the limo, Robyn heard the door slam and winced. A few tears escaped her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. She was so torn and confused. But then she felt her husband's eyes on her. Slowly, she turned towards him. The moment she did though, she wished she hadn't.

Aubrey's livid, nearly black eyes stared at her angrier than she had ever seen them before.

"Aubrey" Robyn uttered. Her voice was scratchy and dry. The tears no longer fell, but her green eyes were bloodshot, her cheeks and nose pink. She wasn't sure how to explain herself. Her head shook and she opened her mouth to try, but nothing came.

Her husband turned his glare off of her as the limo started. She looked to him confounded. Aubrey then nodded his head, as he looked to the floor with a twisted, infuriated smile. His hand came up and he smacked it down on her thigh. His fingertips wrapped around it and he held it so tight that the manner of his actions turned harsh.

Robyn gasped as her eyes widened. She stared down at it, more scared than actually hurt. Her hand reached to touch his arm.

"I wasn't thinking" she offered, but it held no weight.

"Don't speak" Aubrey seethed in a livid whisper. He pushed his hand down harder onto her thigh and clenched his jaw. His eyes did not look to her, but stayed with the floor. However, he seemed to gaze right past it. The air was thick with tension.

Her eyes fell to her lap and she bit her bottom lip. His grip was starting to hurt, but she wondered if him yelling would be worse. She knew what he did now was his way of releasing the anger so that he did not explode on her. Still, the more his hand clenched onto her, the more she winced.

"Did you enjoy lunch with your ex?" Aubrey asked as he finally spoke. His voice was at a dangerous level, but also ran with sarcasm. His head turned to the side and his icy eyes bore into hers.

Robyn shook her head. "Babe you don't understand. I went because of the business" she attempted to explain. Her voice was so nervous though that it made her argument weak. Her eyes flickered down to her now practically numbed leg and then back up to him.

"What business?" he spat. His eyebrows rose in suspicion. He did not look pleased at all.

"The penthouse... he bought it for me and now I want to return it. What's the difference from your business meetings" she said. Her tone of voice was so innocent sounding. It drove him mad.

"The difference?!" Aubrey shouted. She flinched and then let out a small scream when he put his other hand on her other thigh and turned her into his body on the seat. The vein in his forehead throbbed as he breathed heavily.

"I-I don't understand... what did I do wrong?" Robyn pleaded. Tears brimmed in her eyes and she trembled. Part of it was real and the other part was that she knew he might soften if she acted so naive, upset.

He laughed bitterly and shook his head. "What did you do wrong? I'll tell you, darling. One, you leave this morning without so much as a word. Two, you don't call to say where you are, but only let me find out that you are gallivanting around the city with Christopher. And three, you don't make deals in this game without me and my approval. Now do you understand?" he barked.

She nodded and looked down in shame. Tears trickled down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry" she blubbered.

She felt him release both of her thighs and she wrapped her arms round herself. It was something she couldn't handle for too long, to be yelled at, held harshly. It scared her. She was traumatized by it from demons in her past.

Aubrey's face softened. His wife silently sobbed and attempted to hold her body together. He sighed and reached forward. She looked up, shocked, but then grateful. He brought her in his lap and she hooked her arms around his neck and cried into his chest. His hand rubbed her back.