Her eyes light up with so much hope that my heart skips a beat. I love making this woman happy.
Years ago, I thought I loved my ex-fiancée, Fiona, but any feelings I had for her pale in comparison to how I adore Ravenna. This is love. True love.
I just hope it’s enough to keep us together through the hard times. Every marriage has some difficult ones, right?
Connor Bane, my cousin, made good on his promise to get Ravenna hired. When I told her the news last night, she jumped on me, which led to some very enthusiastic sex. If I’d known a regular, minimum wage job would make her this excited, I’d have suggested the idea myself.
Rinsing my hair under the shower’s scalding spray, an image of my wife in the pencil skirt she bought for this job appears vividly in my mind. Today she’s heading into work for her first day. Even though she’ll be out of the house for hours, I want her thinking of me. I can’t wait to find my wife, lift up that tight skirt, and pump her full of cum.
I’m not going to let her clean up afterwards so that my cum coats her thighs all day long. My cock hardens at the thought.
I shut off the water. Wrapping a towel around my hips, I go in search of Ravenna. She should be in her dressing room getting ready.
Sure enough, her door’s ajar. I peek through the opening, not yet alerting her to my presence. She’s wearing a blue blouse with a black skirt that hugs every curve. Her hair’s pulled up into a bun, pinned in place. Her legs look a mile long in those high heels.
As if she has a sixth sense, her gaze snaps to mine in the full length mirror. She smiles, invitingly.
I push open the door. Immediately I’m hit with the scent of vanilla and ylang-ylang.
My head spins, dark spots appear before my eyes, and I can’t breathe. I’m drowning in that cloying odor. An invisible enemystrangles me as I struggle to remain conscious. My knees give out, hitting the soft carpet.
“You have no idea how easy it was to lead you on, Cian. How pathetic you looked, always doting on me, saying you loved me.” Fiona’s unique perfume wafts into my bruised and bloody face. Vanilla and florals.
“Remember that first time when I was supposed to be visiting my parents in Ireland? I was actually at a cabin with your brother. While you told me how much you missed me on the phone, I was screwing the hell out of Shawn. You’re pathetic. No woman will ever take you seriously, much less love you.”
“Cian! Cian! Can you hear me?”
I suck in a harsh breath. My vision clears, but I cringe at the scent. Ravenna’s in front of me, holding my face between her hands, worry mars her beautiful features.
“I’ll be okay,” I murmur, trying to sound reassuring, but my voice comes out strained.
“What happened? One moment you seemed fine and the next you collapsed. I’ll get the doctor?—”
“No.” I hold her wrists, and climb to my feet. “I don’t need a doctor. It was a… one of those attacks.”
Her brow furrows even more. “A panic attack? What set it off?”
I deeply inhale, instantly regretting it. Trying to calm my pounding heart, I say, “Your perfume. It’s new. Where did you get it?”
“My perfume? It’s not new, I found it in a drawer. I don’t remember buying it, but I thought today?—”
“It’sherperfume. Her signature scent that she always wore. Ylang-ylang with vanilla.”
“Her… as in yourex? Fiona?”
All I can do is nod, my teeth clenched against the offending smell.
She hugs me, her cheek pressed to my bare chest. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I’ll shower and throw that scent away. I don’t even know where it came from.”
“Don’t. You’ll be late for work.”
“I have a minute. I’m not spending my day wearingherperfume.” Opening her dressing room window to try to air the room out, Ravenna hastily goes into the bathroom.
Feeling like I’ve been gut punched, I sink into her vanity chair. The fresh air helps clear my head further.
What are the chances of Ravenna purchasing the exact same scent that Fiona wore? If she even did buy it.
Is my ex haunting me from the grave? Why now?
