DESIRED (BWWM)

Mother's Home!

Renee's pov

My eyes slowly open and I sit up in bed, rubbing the sleep away as they travel to the empty spot Elijah had occupied and I frown.

Did he stay the entire night?

I think as I grumpily get out of bed and drag my feet to the shower. After I'm finished I throw on blue jean shorts and an oversized white sweater.

I put my hair into a high bun and watch as a few of my curls escape from their hold. I roll my eyes tucking them behind my ear before making my way to the kitchen.

My mouth literally drops to the floor when I see my mother sitting on one of the kitchen stools and that to in her work uniform.

What in the forces of evil?

"Mom. Hi," I say nervously as my feet become one with the floor.
"Renée good morning!" She shouts and I swallow the knot in my throat giving her a hesitant smile.

"Morning"
"Why are you standing there? Come have a seat," she says and I nod my head, forcing my feet to stop making love to the floor as I walk over to the kitchen.

My mood lightens up when I see Angie frying eggs and I happily walk over to her giving her a hug.

"Morning Ms Angie," I say and she turns around and pats my head affectionately.
"Good morning 儿童 Értóng," she says and I smile before sitting rather uncomfortably next to my mother. I stare at the counter with keen interest as my mother fiddles with her phone.
(Translation: Child)

Elijah finally makes his grand appearance and my body stiffens. I bite on my lips and keep my eyes trained on the table.
"Good morning Renée," he says simply and I bite my lip harder, sure that I'm going to taste blood any minute now.

"Hey babe!" My mother exclaims and my  stomach turns. I'm thankful when Angie places a plate with eggs in front of me and I start eating to distract myself and almost wished that I hadn't when my mother spoke her next words.

"What no good morning kiss?" She asks looking up at Elijah expectantly and I all but throw up. I form my hands into fists, digging into my skin as I try to control my jealousy?

Elijah sends me a quick glance before leaning down and placing his lips on my mothers.

I jump of the stool and run to my room mumbling something about needing to call Mia.

When I'm inside I slide down the door and put both my hands over my mouth, preventing myself from screaming or cursing. Maybe even both.

I get up angrily and sit on my bed, looking out the window and wondering why the hell I'm so worked up.

She's allowed to kiss her husband. Oh god! I kissed my moms husband.

I think disgustedly as I burry my face in my hands. After a few heart wrenching moments there's a knock on the door.
"It's open," I say plastering a smile on my face thinking that it's my mother.

"What the hell is your problem?" Elijah whisper yells and my mouth drops open and I'm so shocked I can't even formulate the words.

My problem? My problem!

"I'm fücking talking to you Renée," he says and I roll my eyes continuing to ignore him. I know my anger isn't justified, that's his wife and he's allowed to kiss her. Now if someone would kindly  explain that to my bruised ego.

He walks up to me and grabs my wrist, forcefully pulling me up and I gasp at the sudden sting it causes.

He grips my jaw and forces me to look at him. "I'm only going to say this once Mia Vita, don't test my patience.
What. The. Hell. Is. Your. Problem?" My heart beat accelerates and my body trembles, angry Elijah always scares me.

"Like you don't know! You kissed her right in front of me. After saying those things to me yesterday!" I whisper yell, pulling out of his grip.

"Do you think you can just mess around with me because I'm young and clearly inexperienced. No fuck you Elijah! I may be young but I'm sure as hell not stupid"

"Watch your mouth," he says and I fight the urge to slap him. "Renée she's my wife! I pecked her on the lips so she doesn't suspect anything. So what?" He says and my stomach drops as I look at him with wide eyes.

"Get out! Get out! Get out of my room Elijah!" I scream, picking up a pillow and throwing it at his head. He rolls his eyes and walks up to me and I instinctively take a step back.

"Don't," I say lowering my voice to a more threatening tone and again he rolls his eyes continuing to walk in my direction until my back hits the wall.

He places both his hands near my head, caging me in and I gulp when I see his muscles contract under his shirt.

"It's a fücking obligation Renée. I don't kiss her because I enjoy it,"  he growls and I bite my lips, staring at my bare feet and not looking him in the eyes.

"You don't enjoy it?" I ask and then shake my head almost immediately. "Never mind don't answer that," he leans down and kisses my forehead.

"Why do you care?" He asks and I frown.
"I don't," I say meeting his eyes and he laughs at me. He actually laughs at me.
"Stop laughing this isn't funny! You easy bake oven!" I yell folding my arms and pouting my lips.

"You don't care?" He asks again and I shake my head. "Nope," I say popping the p. "Not in the least"

"Fine," he replies with a grin on his face. "Then you won't mind if I go fück her then," he says dropping his hands and turning around, I hastily grab onto the back his shirt and he stops his movement.

"Fine! Fine!" I shout tugging until he turns back around. "I care! Okay you win! I care! It's just- I mean- you make me feel things okay!" I shout, stomping my feet and angrily staring at the ground. "Please don't go," I whisper almost at the verge of angry tears.

He looks at me intently and I try not to squirm away from his attention.

"No I don't enjoy kissing her. like I said it's an obligation. Baby she's my wife after all."

I nod my head and look up at him nervously.
"And what if I ask you not to," I whisper and he holds onto my jaw roughly.

"If I do that for you then you have to do something for me," he says with a glint in his eyes and I slowly nod my head not breaking his stare.

"You can't be friends with the fucker,"  he says and my eyebrows push together in confusion until realization dawns on me and I smile a little.

"Will?" I ask and he scowls at me.
"Are we clear or not?" He asks sounding agitated and I swallow the knot in my throat before taking a few deep breaths and nodding my head.

"Words Mia Vita"
"Yes we're clear," I answer, mentally scolding myself for making a deal with the devil. "Good. I got Rachel back her job since it bothered you before. It should also keep her away from all the parties and drugs. I know it makes you upset," he says trailing his hands down my cheeks.

"Thank you," I mutter giving him a grateful smile. He doesn't need to know that nothing he does, nothing anyone does, can keep my mother away from her vices. He leans down moving his lips against mine and when it heats up I put my hands around his neck and tug on his hair.

He moans into my mouth and I tug harder on his hair when my knees give out. When we come up for air he licks his lips and whispers in my ear.

"This I enjoy," he mutters, biting on my ear before straightening his back.

"I have shit I need to handle but when I get back we're going on our trip," he says playing with my bottom lip.
"Then we're having a conversion about this attitude of yours."

I look down at the floor and he kisses my forehead before leaving my room.

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