Becoming Yours

By Emery Thompson

After walking in on her husband with another woman, Angela built impenetrable walls around her heart. She focused on building her business and supporting her small town. The only relationships she cared about were with her friends and customers. That was until the new guy in town caught her eye during one of

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kolibri Publishing
• Release date: Dec 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798988723820

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Prologue

FOUR YEARS AGO

ANGELA

I had the Uber drop me at the market instead of the apartment. I know that Tyler will be working late, but it is our anniversary and he deserves a home cooked meal to come home to. It won’t be anything fancy, I am a country girl and I cook like it. We will probably be able to eat leftovers all weekend from the one casserole. Actually, that is my plan: make a hefty meal and snack on it in between all the orgasms, never having to leave the apartment.

That will be $56.32. The cashier’s voice brings me back from the mental image of Tyler between my legs as I am spread on the kitchen counter. I swipe my card and thank her before I step out onto the busy sidewalk of New York. The apartment is six blocks away and the night is young, at least in New York. I should have plenty of time to get to the apartment and get dinner made before Tyler arrives.

Good evening Mrs. Carpenter. The door man smiles as he welcomes me into the building. Butterflies fill my stomach as I still am not used to being called Mrs. Carpenter. Finding Tyler in Tahiti was a dream come true and a whirlwind romance.

My best friend Danni and I were on one of our yearly girl’s trips when we were influenced by the rum to crash a wedding. We didn’t know where to sit, but there were more empty seats on the groom’s side so we jumped at the opportunity. Tyler was the best man, I can’t even tell you what the bride looked like due to my hyper focus on him. He was wearing the same cream colored tux as everyone else there, but the green from his tie and pocket square matched his eyes and his deep brown skin stood out among the others.

As the wedding party exited the area he met my eyes, a crooked smile told me everything I needed to know. I was going to the reception area even if I had to drag Danni there. Six months later we eloped, and now we are about to celebrate our first wedding anniversary.

Hello, George. I reach in and give him a hug. It took me a few months to get him to hug back, but now it is like second nature. George has worked for the building since he was twenty-two providing his wife and three daughters with the income they need to survive. Now he brings his grandkids to visit this side of town each week to tell them the story of true love and the struggle to win the approval of the heiress’s father. A story of love conquering all, even being cut off from all financial security. I’ll bring you down a plate of my famous chicken casserole later this evening. I kiss him on the cheek and head towards the elevator.

The elevator ride to the 32nd floor seems to take forever. I fidget with my keys as nervousness sinks in. I want to make Tyler dinner for him to come home to, but I am also okay with jumping on him as soon as I walk in the door. I guess we will see what the plan is when I enter our part time getaway.

The bell rings letting me know I have reached my floor. With my groceries in one and my keys in the other I nearly run to the door. I hear music playing through the door, either he is off work early or he forgot to turn off the radio, the latter being more likely. I insert the key to unlock the deadbolt and push open the door.

Emotions rage through me.

Anger.

Disgust.

Sadness.

Her long brown hair is wrapped around his wrist and he yanks it back while his other hand grips her hip. She braces herself on the arm of the couch, completely naked except for the thigh high black leather stilettos. Her dark brown skin matches his, and only separates when he slides out before thrusting back into her.

More, Tyler I fucking want more! She begs through her moans. He pulls her hair back and leans forward, dragging his tongue from the base of her neck to her ear where he whispers something I can’t hear. She nods her head and he releases her hair.

His hands slide down her body, until he reaches where her back meets her ass. He pulls out of her, this time he doesn’t thrust back in. He kneels down and spreads her ass with his hands, then begins to lick her pussy. His moans are guttural.

Do you like that baby? Is it better than hers? This bitch knows he is married and is still fucking him. I should leave, I should just turn around and go, but I can’t. This is like a train wreck and I need to know his answer.

He stands up and smacks her ass. "I told you not to talk about her. Or do you like being punished?’

Her ass pushes towards him, she’s playing a game. She is fucking my husband and I am just a game to them. He smacks her again, then pushes her over the couch and thrusts into her again. This time he also shoves his thumb inside her ass. She moans, thanking him, begging him to not stop.

He smacks her again, and my hand twitches because I want to do the same thing to his face. Her though, I’d like to break her jaw.

I sit the bags down by the door, they are too engrossed in their fucking to notice the sound. Or maybe they don’t hear it over the music in the background. Either way, they are about to notice me.

Hey there, baby. Is this my gift? He freezes mid thrust. I have never been attracted to a woman, but if I can turn this on her… Make her feel like the belittled bitch that she is I will. Thanks for getting her primed and ready for me. I’ll go get the strap on and we can really start having fun.

I walk to the bedroom to keep up the act, Happy first anniversary, Tyler. I don’t give them time to react, maybe she will actually be into it and plan on staying. I don’t give two fucks. She can think I am getting ready for her, but truth is I am in the safe, taking the cash, my jewelry, and packing a suitcase of what belongings I do have here.

When I open the door she is standing in the kitchen with a robe and he has pulled his briefs back on. He stands in the middle of the living space, between her and me, unsure of which way he is supposed to go. She was fine with fucking him, knowing he was married, so why is she so bent out of shape now that I am here.

Don’t worry sweetie, he’s all yours. My confidence is for show, inside I am breaking and I have to get out of this apartment before I crumble in front of them. I’ll call the moving company tomorrow. Should have your stuff by the end of the week. I dial a number as I walk to the door, when I place it on speaker phone and Zach answers, Tyler’s face is overcome with fear. Hi Zach. I just wanted to let you know that the population of Briarville has decreased by one tonight. Can you please go to my house and change the locks. I’m going to catch the next flight home. Oh and Zach, if Tyler should ever come within three counties I want him to experience the Turner Law. I close the door and walk to the elevator.

I am thankful George isn’t there to see me exit the building. I make it to the cab before I let a tear fall. I don’t want to unload in the backseat of a stranger’s car making them uncomfortable so I focus on getting a flight. Once I book the ticket, I call Danni.

OLIVER

I sit in the corner of Matty’s, the local whole in the wall, and take another swig of my beer. The lights are low and the crowd begins to thin as last call approaches. She sits at a table with Turner and the pilot, Garret I think his name is, and the friend that can’t keep her eyes off the pilot. There is something different this time, this isn’t their typical Friday night. Usually there is laughter, darts, pool, and shots. Usually, her husband is here. She’s giddy and in love… Taken.

The first time I saw her I had been traveling to Missouri for work for eight months, she was trying to unlock her bakery door with her hands full. I was passing by in a rush to get to the hardware store. The papers fell out of her hands and began to fly away, she panicked, but I stopped them. When my eyes met hers, my heart stopped. She was beautiful. Her blonde hair was braided and swept over her right shoulder. Her blue eyes matched my view of Lake Michigan, and the way she bit her bottom lip sent shockwaves through my body.

It wasn’t until I placed her papers in her hand and the rock on her left hand sparkled in the sun as she covered them to avoid it all happening again, that I realized there was no chance.

She’s changed. Her smile is forced. She only dances with her girlfriends or the same two guys anytime I see her at the bar. She never kisses them, it’s never sexual with them. They are her protectors; they keep the other guys from asking her to dance. They are her walls and I don’t know if any man will ever be able to tear them down. The girls are different. Sometimes it’s hot as they grind on each other to the beat of the music, but it is never because she makes it that way. They get drunk and the one girl is trying to get the attention of the pilot.

But tonight the ring is gone. I don’t know how long it has been gone, but I have been here for work for two weeks of every month for the last two years and this is the first I have seen it off. I stick to myself, only traveling in town for groceries and dinner at Matty’s, but even here I hide. You can still see the tan line on her finger.

What did he do to her? How did he break her? I haven’t seen him around town either. She’s the local, he was the outsider, but everyone still loved him. How do they feel about him now? How could he break a woman like that and still be alive. I bet Turner had him killed. He is very protective of his community, of his family.

She has never noticed me, even on the day I met her. She was clearly in love with her husband and her eyes didn’t wander. But I have noticed her. I notice the way her hips move causing my cock to strain against my jeans. I notice the dullness in her eyes where there once was a sparkle, and even though I don’t have a reason to, it makes my heart ache. I notice her passion for her bakery every time I walk by, but don’t have the balls to walk in. I’m not a home wrecker, I know what is like to be betrayed. I intentionally stayed away from her, something has always drawn me to her, but I fought it, only allowing myself in the same room when she was with her husband or Turner.

Now it’s different. Now I can start tearing down walls.

One

OLIVER

It has been two years since Angela took off her ring. Two years of me watching her break and having absolutely no control over it. The nights at Matty’s are different, she doesn’t let loose. Sometimes I think that if she would just open her eyes and see me then I could fix it. I could mend her broken heart, take away all the pain that her ex caused her. Unfortunately for me, the walls that she has built around her heart are so high and so strong that even she can’t see over them.

I don’t know her story, I haven’t asked around for fear of the attention it would bring to me. I can see it in her eyes though, the same pain and sorrow that coursed through my body for months, maybe years. I understand her pain, probably more than anyone. I built those walls too. The ones that keep out the possibility of love, because with love comes heartbreak. Because with love comes betrayal. Because with betrayal comes a DNA test to see if you or your douchebag cousin is the father of your wife’s baby. Because with a DNA test comes more heartbreak.

It is because of those walls that I have not reintroduced myself to the one person who hasn’t escaped my dreams since the moment I saw her flustered in front of her bakery four years ago. That moment my walls started to crumble from one look in her crystal blue eyes and then built themselves back up when I saw the gold band graced with the diamond on her finger. My walls are thinning. Thin enough that I can see the hope for love again, but also the pain that may come with it.

The pain is more prevalent now, watching her not notice me even with my attempts to be within her sights. She lives her life broken and out of reach and my heart can’t take any more of it. The pain is the reason I have decided to take the Assistant Superintendent position at our manufacturing plant in California. My current job requires that I am here in Missouri once a month, too much for the pain. A job that had me traveling a lot over the next two to three years, but grooming me to take over the Wisconsin plant in that time. Moving to California takes me further from home, but still in line for the promotion, and guarantees that I only have to stay on the west coast for a few years.

This is my last night in Missouri before I head home to pack for the permanent move. The lights are low and the music is loud. Currently the dance floor is packed with locals taking part in a square dance routine. Angela is sitting around the same table that she and her friends typically occupy. A man approaches her and leans down to whisper something in her ear. My hand clinches around the beer bottle and my jaw becomes a vice. Who does he think he is? She isn’t ready to be with anyone. She sure as shit isn’t ready to be touchéd by him.

Her hand reaches up to touch his shoulder and she smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. When was the last time she smiled fully? Will she ever allow someone to make her smile like that again? Just as I am afraid it will be the man whispering to her now, she shakes her head and he turns to walk away. Relief fills me, at least I didn’t have to see it be someone else.

When the next song comes on, she is on the dance floor with her friend from the bed and breakfast. The one that likes the pilot, one would guess by the way she stares at him as she is dancing and flirts constantly. Either he is not interested or is completely oblivious. My eyes never leave her as she moves her body flawlessly, every movement matches the beat and causes the bulge in my jeans to harden.

After dancing through a few songs, she steps off the dance floor out of arms reach from everyone and bends over. She runs her hands through her blonde hair, grasping at the pieces stuck to her neck from the sweat, and throws it into a messy blob on top of her head. She isn’t trying to seduce me, but damn she couldn’t have picked a better spot to fix her hair. Her ass is plump and perfectly sculpted in her blue jeans. Her t-shirt accentuates her perfect curves on her petite body. The urge to pick her up and throw her tiny body over my shoulder and escape the bar is growing. It is also deterred by the memories of my pain and the big ass mother fucker sitting at her table that would kill me if I tried.

Are you sure this is what you want Oliver? California is so far away. My grandma lived on the west coast until she was 3 and her parents moved to Minnesota. They kind of have the opposite of the typical American Dream. Her dad was a trust fund baby and heir to one of the biggest banks in the area. Her mom had gone to visit a family friend during the summer her parents died. They met when she was working at a small ice cream shop and he was on a date with another girl. After a few months of going back to the shop every Friday, he finally convinced her to go on a date, they fell in love shortly after. When they eloped, her dad was cut