Three Loving Words by DC Renee Read Free Book Online

out.   I survived listening to the moans and groans as long as I could, but it was too much for me to handle.  I made my way to the farthest point of the house, but it didn’t help.  I heard him and his friend loud and clear.  I grabbed a spare blanket and made my way downstairs.  I was hesitant to lay on the couch, but my body needed to rest more than my mind needed to dwell on what might have happened on that couch.
    I turned on the TV quietly, but it was enough to drown out the moans and screams and definitely the “Oh Enzos” and lull me to sleep.  That wasn’t the last time I slept on that couch, not the last by a long shot.

Four
    Enzo
    Paige was only two years younger than I was, but it felt like she was a little girl. I had called her that a few times, and she seemed to fit the bill.  But the first week at her new home, I should have dubbed her the little mouse.  She hid in her room as if I didn’t know what she was doing, but that was fine with me.  In fact, I figured that if she kept to herself, this marriage wouldn’t be so bad.
    The little mouse had made her appearance after a week, and I guess I was the cheese because I saw her staring, mouth opened, wide-eyed at my body as I drank water.  I couldn’t see clearly from the corner of my eye, but there was no disdain in her gaze, only wonderment.  Damn if it didn’t make me swell a bit with pride; it also made other parts swell, too.
    When I turned to face her, I got the full effect of her penetrating midnight blue stare.  It got me every time.  I had seen girls with eye colors that ranged from violet to plain brown, a wide array of blues mixed in, most of them staring at me from behind their lashes while on their knees in front of me.  Yeah, that was where my mind went.  But no one had eyes that color.  I drank her in as her eyes continued their sweep of my body.  She looked disheveled, not as well put together as I had seen her before.  Her face was free of makeup and her hair was tied loosely in a ponytail.  The tired bags under her eyes didn’t go unnoticed.  I had seen one too many women without makeup when I’d been too out of it to kick them out before the morning, and it usually wasn’t pretty.  Yet even as defeated as Paige looked, her natural beauty was something to write home about.
    I was two seconds away from saying “Fuck it” to my hatred of her, putting on my charming smile, and doing what I had to do to get into Paige’s pants … the right way.  I felt the corners of my mouth start to tug up just as it seemed like she had snapped back to reality.  When her eyes met mine, she shrank back and physically took a step away from me.
    It burned me in more places than I cared to admit.  It took all of my control to keep from boiling over and telling her off.  A part of me understood her reaction, but the asshole in me – the real me, I guess I should say – wanted to tell her she wasn’t a saint and had no right to judge me.  Hell, she was married to me, so what did that say about her?
    I walked past her, probably too closely for either of our likings.  I was not sure she even realized it, but her body shirked away from mine.  I wanted to turn and press myself against her just to make a point, but I didn’t.  I didn’t need her or her high and mighty fucking attitude.  I could get any girl I wanted throwing themselves at me.
    So that was just what I did.
    I went out with some of my friends that night, found the first hot chick I saw, and then got her hot and heavy on the dance floor before whispering in her ear, “I like that dress on you, but I’d like me on you better.”  Yeah, those shit pick-up lines actually worked for me all the time.  I was not sure why I even cared, but I didn’t want the possibility of Paige walking in and seeing me pounding this chick like she could have with Trudy.
    The girl was a pro and rode me as if she was trying to win the Kentucky Derby.  It wasn’t hard to