The Blindman's Wife Page 9

  “Yes now that you asked, what’s going on with you and Zola? She’s lost weight and has a sad look in those lovely eyes of her,” Cynthia asked, sitting in the chair across from her son.

  “Nothing is going on; everything is fine.” Liam wasn’t sure if that was true; he knew he had been pushing Azolah away since the morning after their wedding. He didn’t have an answer for that, other than he didn’t expect he would start to develop feelings for his new wife. What these feelings were exactly, he wasn’t sure and didn’t want to dig deeper.

  “Everyone can see things aren’t going well with the both of you. Zola looks like hell even though she tries to hide it. You need to fix this Liam.” His mother commanded.

  “Leave it alone Mum, what happens between my wife and I is no one’s business.”

  “It is when it affects the people around you who love you; don’t you think Wyn realizes something is off with his parents? Azolah isn’t the girl I first met; she is just a shadow of herself. I want back the girl I hired Liam; I don’t care what you have to do.”

  Liam sighed, his mother always had to get into his personal space, it was because of her insistence that he was sitting there feeling miserable for reasons he didn’t want to think about. If she hadn’t hired his wife, his life would have been peaceful; yes boring and lonely, but he wouldn’t have to try deal with these feeling for his new wife. He had been so distracted that his business was suffering. Most of his executives were on the verge of quitting or threatening to.

  Hell, he had been having cold showers for the past three weeks. Yes, he had been avoiding her, yet she had tried everything to get him to make love to her, and he had rejected her time after time until she had stopped. She wanted to talk, to get to know him, but each time she tried to bring up Madeline he always shut her down. He wasn’t happy about his behaviour, but if he held on to the past, then he wouldn’t have to deal with what’s in front of him. He was a coward; he felt as if the devil was chasing on his heels as he ran farther away from his feelings for his wife.

  He had, had his chance at love with Madeline and look where it got him. It had left him blind. Yes, he respected his wife for her commitment to their family. He admired and lusted after her, and that was all he would allow. He didn’t want her love or pity. He had done things for her that he would do even for his mother. He had gotten a damn guide dog because of her, and now he was learning Braille. He was trying to be a better man for her, it was all he could give her.

  His heart had died with Madeline in the accident. Not because he was still in love with her, but because of the guilt he carried due to her death. He’d vowed to himself never to get too emotionally involved with another woman because all they brought was pain or heartache. He had thought it was smart to have a marriage based on convenience. Now he wasn’t sure he had made the right choice. He couldn’t give Azolah what she wanted. He knew she wanted love even if that hadn’t been part of their agreement.

  He had become bitter and angry and had taken his frustrations out on the people around him. She even thought he was a monster. In truth he was afraid he wouldn't be able to stand her rejection if he let her in. Maybe if he had listened to Mark, he wouldn’t have been in this predicament. His friend had warned him about getting hurt, and he had scoffed at the other man, now he wasn’t sure of anything in his life anymore. Since she had walked into his life, he had lost the control he held dearly.

  He would give her everything money could buy, but he couldn’t give her what she wanted most, his heart.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Liam entered the room quietly. Sarah, Wyn’s nanny, had warned him his wife was taking a nap. He knew she had been strung up tighter than the cords on a guitar. Trying not to wake her, he walked carefully towards the sound of her small snores.

  She must have been tired if she was snoring. He sat on her side of the bed carefully hoping the slight dip of the bed wouldn’t wake her. His weight on the bed had her rolling towards him. He stiffened as she moved closer her left hand curling around his waist. He held his breath for a couple of seconds then exhaled and touched her face to caress her cheeks. The softness of her smooth skin reminded him of a baby’s. She sighed and turned her head, so her lips made contact with the inside of his palm. His breathing sped up, the action may have been unconscious, but it was so stimulating it sent a jolt through him.

  Why was it she was the only female who could make him want to combust when he was around her? Just a sigh or an innocent kiss and his body reacted on cue. He had never taken so many cold showers in his life until he had met her. It was torture sleeping in the same bed and not being able to touch her, admittedly he was to blame for the way he was feeling he had gotten scared and panicked after realizing that his feelings for his wife were growing. He had being pushing her away since, and even though he knew she was hurting it was better to do it now than having her fall in love with him and get hurt in the long run. He stopped torturing himself and began to sleep on the couch in the next room. He tried to move out of her half embrace to leave, but her hand tightened on reflex. Biting the inside of his jaw, he tried once more and failed.

  “Stay” she murmured sleepily. The single word had him looking down at her even if he couldn’t see her. A frown marred his face. He knew he should move away from her, but her sleepy plea and the way she felt curled up at his side made him bite his tongue and hold onto her. Only for a few minutes, he told himself. He was already rock hard. He kicked his shoes off and laid down next to her. He kissed her forehead the buried his nose in the silky curls he had come to love. Curls he remembered running his hands through and had teased his body when they had made love. He closed his eyes trying to block out the memories of their lovemaking that tortured him for the past weeks. As hard as he tried to forget, it was all he could think of. He’d never been addicted to anything in his life until he met her. She was becoming his obsession, and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing.

  He swore silently as she moved closer to him pressing her small breasts into him. She was completely nude he couldn’t wait until he got back his sight so he could get a look at her. He was sure she had a glorious body. He had explored every inch of her and in his mind's eyes she was breathtakingly beautiful. Her skin felt like cashmere smooth and soft as a silky whisper against his skin. He ran his hand down her hip and cupped her left bottom cheek. That brought her even closer to him. She threw a leg over his, and a hand on his chest caressing it.

  The act made whatever control he had evaporate, there was only so much a sane man could take, and he had gone over the cliff the moment she had asked him to stay. He pulled her on top of him, one hand in her hair the other on her butt then he kissed her. First, he kissed her softly as he gently nipped at her bottom lip before running his tongue along the plump flesh sucking on it. She stirred from her nap and sighed, he took the opportunity to deepen their kiss.

  “Azolah are you awake?” he asked, whispering close to her lips.

  He felt her nod. That’s all he needed to know before he took her sweet mouth once again. She met his demanding thrust of his tongue with equal excitement.

  “Too many clothes,” she said breathing deeply and rising to rip open his shirt before taking it off and throwing it on the floor.

  “I can get them off faster than you”, he said when she started with his trousers.

  “No let me,” she said pushing him back to lie on the mattress. She opened his belt

  taking her time unzipping his pants. She pulled the pants down his hips, and his manhood sprang free standing at full mass.

  “No underwear?” she asked.

  “Too hot,” he replied with a grin.

  His grin was infectious, and she smiled to herself. She threw the pants on a nearby chair and pulled off his socks before coming to lie down beside him again. She had wanted to be with him like this for the past few weeks, and she finally had him where she wanted him naked and hungry for her. She looked at him then used her forefi
nger to caress his bottom lip.

  “I love your mouth, the way it set me on fire when we kiss, it makes me want to do wicked things I never thought of doing,” she confessed boldly.

  He smiled, “I am obsessed with yours as well. What sort of wicked things are we talking about?”

  “Don’t worry about it, you’ll find out in time,” she purred close to his mouth before flicking her tongue over his lips.

  “Azolah—”

  “Shhh,” she said putting a finger over his mouth.

  She took his hands and brought them to cradle her face. She turned kissing the sides of his palms, wrists and elbows. She used her nails, trailed the pulse at his throat to his collarbone down to his nipples, and squeezed the pebbled tips. She enjoyed the way he inhaled trying to stay in control while trying hard not to surrender to her. She replaced her nails with her mouth kissing the pulse at the side of his neck before licking his collarbone moving down to the middle of his chest.

  He reached for her, but Zola grabbed his hands pinning them above his head.

  “No, it’s my turn. You’ll get your chance, just relax and enjoy.”

  “Easy for you to say, you’re driving me crazy woman.”

  “That’s the idea,” she said.

  “You little minx, I’ll get you for this,” he warned.

  “I hope so,” she said in devilish delight.

  He groaned but relaxed against the pillow.

  She encircled a nipple with her tongue, before taking it into her mouth. She lay on top of him, feeling the throb of his penis against her stomach

  “I’m going to let go of you, do not touch me,” she warned.

  “But I need to touch you,” he whispered harshly.

  “No, if you touch me I will stop; no matter how much I want you inside me. Got it?”

  “You’re the boss. I’ll try not to touch you until you beg me to.”

  “Good and I won’t be the one doing the begging,” she said with a satisfied grin.

  She let go her hold on his hands and concentrated on him. She kissed the hard plains of his chest running her hand up and down his body. She licked the smatter of hair along his chest to just below his belly button. She licked from his left hip across to his right one. She looked at him he was grabbing onto the sheet with a death grip his knuckles white. So much was bubbled up inside of him. She grabbed his hands, and threaded her fingers through his loosening his grip on the sheet. She blew on his erected flesh, and then took him into her mouth. He gritted his teeth and jumped as her mouth connected with his flesh. His fingers tightened around hers as she took him deeper into her mouth.

  Zola was enjoying the power she wielded over Liam, just as she enjoyed the taste of him on her tongue. She untwined her right hand and held his hot flesh in her hand. Moving up and down his shaft, before she knew what was happening, she was lying flat on her back looking up at her husband.

  “Enough,” he demanded.

  He kissed her hard and possessive caressing one breast then the next before his warm mouth made contact with a nipple. It sent goose bumps over her body she could never get enough of this. She arched her back pulling him closer to her. One of his hands settled on the flat stomach as the other held her right hip. He trailed tiny kisses down her stomach before settling between her legs. She opened for him willingly and watched as he caress her ankles, kissing her knees then licked his way up her thighs where he found her wet core then sank a finger into her then another and a third. She whimpered raising her hips eagerly to the thrusts of his fingers.

  “Relax greedy one, there’s enough to go around,” he said with a smile in his voice.

  She wasn’t listening to him; she was flushed with desire. A multitude of erotic sensations coursed through her body. When he withdrew his fingers, Zola cried out disappointed.

  “Patience,” he said blowing on her swollen flesh before taking her clit into his mouth.

  “Touch me, touch my nipples,” she begged. When he did as she asked, she held his hands to her breasts. “Squeeze a little harder,” she commanded.

  He did, and that was all it took, the contact of his mouth on her swollen nub and the squeeze of her nipples had her climaxing. She couldn’t have held onto her control any longer even if she wanted. She fell back onto the bed panting.

  “I’m sorry I couldn’t wait for you,” she said.

  Liam kissed her deeply and she tasted her essence on his lips. Moving between her thighs, he paused over her his fingers still playing with her. He kissed her lips nibbling on the plump bottom one.

  “Are you ready for me to be inside of you?”

  “Always. I want all of you inside of me please.” She begged pulling him closer to her as she wrapped her legs around him in a tight grip.

  She grabbed his buttocks and raised her hips to his pulsing flesh. He pulled her hips closer and with one swift thrust, he joined their bodies. Zola sighed in sexual appreciation moving in sync with him.

  As he sucked on her breasts, they moved to a music of their own. He was like a drug to her, and she would always come back for more. She never knew she could enjoy sex this much until she’d had it with him. Phenomenal, that’s what it was.

  He thrust deeper raising his mouth from her breast to kiss her. She clawed at his back as he moved faster and deeper inside her. She was almost at her peak again and knew he must as well.

  “I want to be on top when you come,” she whispered breathlessly.

  He flipped her over effortlessly, so she sat astride him.

  “That’s better?” he asked pulling her hips down onto his harden cock as he thrust upwards.

  “Yes, much better,” she answered, sweat glistening from her damp body.

  She rocked back and forth moving her hips faster taking him deeper into her with each movement. He pulled her down and kissed her taking their dance to a new height with two powerful upward thrusts he climaxed. She followed soon after collapsing on him, kissing his chest.

  “That was amazing”, she said too weak to move.

  “Yes amazing,” he said running his hand down her back as he pulled the sheet over them. “Sweetheart?”

  “Mmm...” she said drowsily

  “I have to go away for a while.”

  “Pardon?” she asked, coming out of her drowsy state.

  “They found a guide dog for me, and I have to stay and spend time with her, kind of training to make sure we’re compatible.”

  “For how long?”

  “I’m not sure maybe two weeks, four maximum let’s hope not too long,” He said kissing her.

  She nodded and laid her head on his chest, “Okay.”

  They lapsed into silence and fell asleep their bodies still joined.

  ***

  It had been three weeks: Twenty-one days, five hundred and four hours. Yes, she had been counting, that’s how long she hadn’t seen her husband. He called each day and talked to Wyn and her. While it was all excited chatter for their son, with her, he has always kept their conversation sterile. Again she’d thought things were good between them. They had spent three blissful days together before he left. Yet never once did he mention he was missing her.

  She would ask about his progress, and he would become animated. He was doing great. Tasha was a charm to work with. At first, she had thought Tasha was the dog until he told her she was the trainer and Becky was the dog.

  It was always Tasha this, Tasha that. Tasha thinks I am ahead with Becky; Tasha has been a rock that keeps me going. Zola was beginning to think he might be in love with this “Sainted Tasha.”

  Each time they spoke, she got more depressed after she put down the phone. She had a picture of Tasha the magnificent in her head. She was tall, curvy and beautiful with big breasts. She was Madeline the second. Who wouldn’t want a woman like that? Even if he couldn’t see the other woman, maybe she “accidentally” rubs her fake boobs up against him. She looked at her chest in disgust. She couldn�
�t compete with fake boobed, Tasha. When she asked when he would be home, he would reply he wasn’t sure. He’ll have to ask Tasha what she thought.

  Zola would bite her tongue sometimes until it bled so she wouldn’t snap at him and tell him what he and Tasha should do. She’d gone to the hairdresser after one of his calls and had her hair straightened and cut. She had done it hoping he would like the new hairdo when he got home.

  She was happy he was getting along well and learning how to survive with his handicap, but she had missed him terribly, and it seemed he didn’t care that she was losing sleep over him. Somewhere through those five hundred and four hours, she had come to the realization that she was in love with her husband. She was in love with the insensitive jerk. Hadn’t she learned her lesson from being with Nick? Men like her husband can get anyone they want. She was just another woman for them to throw away.

  She had done what she promised she would never to do again, fall in love with a rich man. Why couldn’t she just keep things professional? All she had to do was keep up her end of the bargain and not get emotionally involved. If she had done that, she wouldn’t be going crazy with jealousy over a woman she had never met or spoken to. It was one thing competing with a ghost, but to be looked over for another woman, well that would be a low blow to her already fragile ego. He didn’t want her to visit him; he didn’t want to be distracted he had said now she wondered if that was the only reason. He would be home soon surely whatever she had to say could wait.

  She had conceded, what else could she have done? She had spent her time looking after her son, when he wasn’t in daycare, instead of dwelling too much on this Tasha. She was losing weight; she knew because her clothes were loose and her mother and Cynthia had mentioned her weight loss. Her appetite was gone, and she spent most of her time in bed than she did out of it because she was always exhausted. She didn’t see the point in seeing a doctor over something as foolish as matters of the heart, there wasn’t any special remedy that a doctor could give her for being lovesick.