Chapter 41

Debbie stands there with the trophy in her hand, thinking of what part the office she wants to throw the thing at. The trophy is the award for the girls’ softball team his company sponsored a couple years back, so it has some meaning behind it. Why else would he have it on display in his office? Beyond that, Debbie can care less that Becky, his still newly minted secretary is just outside the door and can hear her screaming at the man. She is in the right and he is in the wrong and he is going to hear it.

Alan looks up at her, their eyes locking. His jaw clenches and flexes at the sight of her poised to throw the trophy at him. He is not sure much fearful of where it is going to land, but the fact that it will get broken. He took great pride in sponsoring that team and coaching those girls. They were the children he has not ever had. They were troubled girl that for one summer got to have a normal life. He struggles to remain calm and keep his breathing in check.

“Apologize,” the woman says in barely more than a whisper.

His jaw moves. He has nothing to apologize for. He spent his evening with Sandy and he regrets none of it. But Debbie doesn’t know this. He told her a lie. He told her that Marian came over and needed some consoling. He left it at that, but Debbie filled in the blanks for herself and assumed that he had brushed her off to sleep with the neighbor. He denied the claim, of course, but she wasn’t hearing it. All Debbie wanted a few minutes ago was the admittance. He finally gave in and gave it to her. But now she wants an apology. She understands that he cannot help himself when it comes to women. She’s willing to overlook that and help him with his problem. She understands that that is what his therapist is trying to do. She knows he just needs a strong woman at his side. And she wants his damn apology!

“Apologize,” she says again, this time with a bite to her voice that surprises even her. “Apologize or I break this piece of shit honor of yours.”

“Go ahead then,” he says, hoping that she isn’t going to call his bluff. “And there’s the fucking door. Show yourself out.”

Debbie stares at him, speechless for a moment. She knows that he is bluffing. If she breaks the trophy then she can forget having their relationship. If she doesn’t then she loses ground and he wins. “I’m not leaving,” she finally says.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but you don’t have the right to come into my office like a raging storm,” he growls.

“I have every right,” she counters and then she throws the trophy.

Alan is up out of the chair in a flash, catching the honor before it hits the wall. He looks down at it, then at her. “I can’t believe you’d actually throw this,” he says, trying to hide is astonishment.

“I can’t believe you thought I was bluffing,” she replies contemptuously.

He sets the trophy down on the desk. In just a few steps and seconds, the man is around the desk and on top of her. His hand grabs her face, just around her mouth. He pushes her back and pins the woman up against the door. His other hand holds one of her arms back. Debbie’s free hand grabs his wrist and he just stands there, bending his muscular body down with his face just mere inches away from hers. His hot breath washes over her flesh. His eyes pierce into her as if he were searching the depths of her soul. She tries to pull his hand from her face, not believing that this man can have such anger in him. But she has no actual control, she never has. Her words are useless. He has the greater strength.

“I do as I wish,” he says. His voice is calm and in control, just above a whisper, yet very firm. “I have lived this way for a long time, and you either need to accept this or get the fuck out of it.” It is in this moment that she realizes he isn’t going to hurt her—that he has been in control the whole time. His hands ease their grip. “I’ve admitted what you wanted me to, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to apologize for it.”

He stands there, not moving. Debbie’s eyes move from his eyes to his mouth. Her hand moves from his wrist to his chest. She gathers some of his shirt in her hand. She lets go of his shirt and moves her hand to his neck, moving the tips of her digits along his skin. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, looking back up at him. “I shouldn’t be the one to make you change. I should be the one accepting or getting the fuck out.”

With his hand still holding her face, he pulls her to him. His kiss is angry and hard as it is needing and gentle. The suddenness of it takes the woman’s breath away and she can feel the excitement moving through her body. Her legs are now shaking. Her hand returns to his wrist, where she squeezes it hard. She wants him. She hates him. She loves him.

Alan pulls back for a moment, taking her in with his eyes. His hand is still on her mouth when his grip softens even more. Instead of holding her back he is now drawing her in. Debbie can feel the tension in his body as he lets her arm go. She can feel him with her hands. His arms and back, even his mouth is tense. It’s alarming and exciting all at the same time!

With his hand still on her face, he pushes her harder into the door. His kiss becomes deeper. She feels his other hand move to her ass. He then lifts her up to pin her off the floor, between his body and the door. His cock is hard through his pants. His mouth is hungry for hers. He alternates between soft and slow to hard and deep. Their mouth muscles move back and forth, fighting with one another. His hands mimic his emotions. Debbie bites his lips and he pulls back for a second to look at her. Then he moves to kiss her again and she in turn bites him again. Alan buries his face in her neck—biting, nibbling and kissing. She feels his hand move from her face to her back. His other still holds her ass, but grips her even harder. He moves her from the door and carries her over to the sofa. The man drops her down and his face pulls away for hers. His eyes travel all over her body, taking in the way her skirt is scrunched up around her thighs and the way her hair is tangles and messy. He had momentarily forgotten just how beautiful she is, how wonderfully spontaneous she is. He gets onto the sofa, lying on top of her as he grabs both her wrists and pins them above her head. “I’m going to fuck you now.”