He rolled around and reached his arm across the bed just to feel the empty space. She wasn't there. He opened his eyes and turned on the night lamp next to the bed. His eyes went for the clock on the wall. It's was 3 AM. He looked down at the floor and saw her clothes there. She still had to be around somewhere. He got out of bed and searched for her.
He found her standing outside on the terrace. She was wearing her panties and his oversize shirt. She was leaning her palms on the railing, looking out in the dark. He walked out to her and felt the chill go straight into his body.
"It's freezing out here," he said as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"I don't mind," she said.
"Oh god, you're so cold. How long have you been out here?" He asked concerned.
"I don't know," she answered.
"Come on, let's get you inside and get you warm again," he said and tried pulling her away from the railing.
She held on tight to it.
"No, I'm fine. I just need to think for a while," she said.
"You can think inside," he said.
"You don't understand," she sighed.
"No, I don't. Either get inside or get dressed if you're gonna stay out here," he said.
She turned her head and looked at him. There was a cockiness in her eyes, like she was challenging him.
"Make me," she said and smirked.
"That's it," he said as he lifted her up and carried her inside.
She was laughing and screaming all the way, trying to fight her way out of his arms but he didn't let go until he had carried her all the way into the bedroom. He threw her on the bed. He went on top of her before she could get a chance to get up again and pinned down her arms.
"As a gentleman, it's my duty to get you warm again," he said jokingly and started kissing her neck.
She giggled underneath him.
"Don't worry, I'll take my time and won't leave you until I'm sure you're warm all the way through," he said low in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
She stayed in his house the entire weekend. They didn't go outside. They were afraid the neighbours would see them together and start whispering about them. They didn't need to go out though. All they needed were each other. They hadn't been together for ten years and it was like they needed to make up for that time so they hardly left the bed.
As darkness fell Sunday evening, she was getting ready to leave before Randy would return home. He walked over to her and took her in his arms.
"Stay," he whispered.
She kissed him and pushed his arms away.
"I can't. Look Dean, this has been a great weekend. I think we both needed it as closure," she said.
"Closure?" He asked.
She sighed.
"It can never happen again. No matter what used to be between us, it's over now. I'm married and you need to move on. We can't dwell in the past," she said.
He looked at her for a couple of seconds before pushing her up against the wall. He leaned his forehead against hers and interlocked his fingers with hers.
"You might say you wanna end it but I don't believe you. This is not closure. This is just the beginning," he said.
"Dean please..." She whispered.
He let go off her and opened the front door.
"Alright then, leave. But know this, I'm not gonna back down. I'm gonna chase you all over town until you're finally mine again," he said and smirked.
She couldn't help but smile a bit by his words although she tried her best not to. She walked pass him and out the door. She turned around and looked at him. He was leaning up against the doorframe with a cocky smile on his face.
"You'll be mine again," he said.
She didn't answer. She just turned around and walked home but her mind was screaming.
"I've always been yours!"
She walked into the dark house. She jumped as the light was suddenly turned on and Randy stood there in front of her.
"Where were you?" He growled.
"Out taking a walk," she answered.
"I've been home for three hours," he growled and started walking towards her.
"You're early," she whispered.
He laughed in an evil tone.
"Yeah, I caught an earlier flight just to find that my wife wasn't home," he said.
The back of his hand hit her across the face. She stumbled towards the wall. He grabbed both her arms and slammed her hard up against the wall.
"Where were you?" He shouted into her face.
She started crying.
"You were with him, weren't you? You were out fucking Dean!" He shouted.
His hand hit her other cheek. He then grabbed around her throat and squeezed. Her hands went for his hand. She was fighting to make him let go.
"Please Randy..." She cried.
His free hand went under her dress and down her panties.
"You're still wet after him. Tell me how he fucks you," he growled in her ear.
She didn't answer. She just cried and tried pulling his hand away from her throat.
"I bet I can do it better than him," he growled.
He threw her on the floor. He was over her in an instant, ripping her dress and panties to pieces. She cried and begged but he pinned her arms above her head with one hand. He reached down and opened his pants, pulling his dick out. She screamed as he forced himself inside her. He pounded into her as hard as he could while she was crying underneath him. He was done quick. He laid on her for a couple of seconds, catching his breath.
"At least this time I made you moan for me, bitch," he growled before pulling out of her.
He got to his feet and walked out of the room, leaving her on the floor.