CHAPTER 4 Are You Jealous?
Tasha's POV
As I walked down those stairs with Ryan by my side. The shock and confusion in Desmond's eyes were undeniable, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as I made my entrance.
Earlier in the day, Desmond had made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with me sexually because he was married to my sister. But I couldn't shake the feeling that he still had some unresolved emotions towards me. So, I made a bold decision to bring a plus one to dinner, just to see how he would react.
As I descended the stairs, I could feel the tension in the air. It was like a heavy cloud hanging over the room. Mary and Desmond's eyes were on me, but it was Desmond's gaze that I was most interested in. His eyes locked onto mine, and I could see a whirlwind of emotions swirling within them.
"Come, darling, let's have a wonderful dinner," Mary said to Desmond.
Sitting at the table, close to Ryan, I couldn't help but notice Desmond's death stare. It was intense, piercing, and filled with a mixture of hurt and anger. It was clear that my actions had hit a nerve, and I wondered if I had gone too far.
"I hope you love the food, Ryan," Mary asked as we began to eat, she was more concerned about whether Ryan was comfortable or not that she didn't notice her husband's reaction.
What a caring wife!
"Yes Ma, thank you very much," Ryan replied with a smile.
"So how long have you guys been dating," Mary asked making Ryan choke on his drink, Ryan and I weren't dating yet I guess that's why the question took him off guard.
"You are making him uncomfortable sis," I answered saving Ryan from my sister's unnecessary question.
I could still feel Desmond's intense gaze on me. He was sitting directly across from me, hardly touching his food. It was clear that my little experiment had worked, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.
At that moment, I realized that Desmond's attraction to me wasn't solely because of my sister's inability to satisfy him. It was because he had genuine feelings for me. It was a lot to process, but I couldn't deny the excitement that bubbled up inside me.
Feeling mischievous, I decided to push his buttons a little further. I leaned over and planted a playful kiss on Ryan's cheek. I knew it would drive Desmond mad, even though he was trying his best to hide it because my sister, was right there.
The tension in the room skyrocketed. It was like a charged electrical current running through the air. I could practically feel the heat emanating from Desmond as his anger simmered beneath the surface. It was a dangerous game I was playing, and I couldn't help but wonder if I had gone too far this time.
Mixed emotions flooded my mind. On one hand, I reveled in the power I had over Desmond, knowing that he still had strong feelings for me. It was intoxicating, the knowledge that I held such sway over him. But on the other hand, I couldn't ignore the guilt that gnawed at me. I was toying with his emotions, and it wasn't fair to him but he asked for it.
"Honey, are you okay?" Mary asked, I guess she finally decided to pay attention to her husband.
"Am fine honey, just tired, please excuse me," Desmond replied as he stood up and left. While Mary focuses her attention back on Ryan. Seems like she enjoys taunting him.
After bidding Ryan goodbye, I headed towards my room, ready to close the door and call it a day. But before I could even reach for the handle, Desmond suddenly appeared, blocking my path. The anger in his eyes was palpable, and I knew I had struck a nerve.
Without hesitation, I grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, swiftly closing the door behind us. A mischievous smile played on my lips as I braced myself for what was about to unfold. I wanted to hear him speak, to hear the words I longed for, that he didn't want to see me with Ryan and that I was the one he truly desired, not my sister.
As we stood there, facing each other in the confined space of my room, the tension thickened. I could feel the weight of his anger and frustration hanging in the air. It was a risky move, but I couldn't resist the thrill of pushing his buttons, of forcing him to confront his true feelings.
My heart raced with a mix of anticipation and fear. I wanted him to admit his desire for me but I was scared he might still be stuck with his original decision to stop our affair.
"Say it, say Desmond," I whispered as I came closer to him.
Desmond's gaze bore into me, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and longing. I held my breath, waiting for him to break his silence. Every second felt like an eternity, and my mind raced with a flurry of thoughts and emotions.
Was I playing with fire? Was this the right thing to do?
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Desmond's voice broke through the silence. "Don't you dare try that with me again!" His words were laced with a raw intensity, a mix of frustration and desire.
"Is that all you want to say, Desmond?" I asked as I began to undo his shirt, I felt like he wanted to say more but he was holding back.
"I don't want to see you with anyone else but me Tasha!" he replied as he stopped what I was doing and turned my back towards him. "I own you bitch!"
"Do you understand what means?" he asked as he bent me over, I excitedly positioned myself well for him.
"No I don't understand what means, show me Papi," I replied my voice low and sluttry.
"You won't be able to walk well after this, I promise you."