Chapter One
Theresa fell back onto the mattress, her body slick with perspiration
and limp with pleasure. Spasms of her powerful release still violently
racked her slender frame. Alessandro had disentangled, detached and
distanced himself from her within seconds of their mutual orgasm and lay
on his back beside her, his breathing heavy and ragged.
Theresa turned on her side to lovingly trace his harsh profile with her
eyes, yearning to touch and caress the smooth, silky and slightly tanned
skin but knowing from experience that her touch would be rebuffed. His
words, the ones that were always wrenched from him during his climax,
still hovered in the air between them and they still, after all these months,
hurt more than they should have.
“Give me a son, Theresa…”
With those five words, he inevitably killed the afterglow, destroyed
the intimacy of the moment and relegated the act into nothing more than a
biological imperative. After eighteen months of the same, Theresa had
finally realized that it would never change. It wasn’t an abrupt realization,
rather it was one that had been growing steadily since the very first time
he’d said the words.
But Theresa had her own five words! They were words that had been
on the tip of her tongue for months and should have been spoken long
before now. They were words that she could no longer swallow back; no
matter how much it killed her to say them. She sat up, naked, her body still
trembling and drew her knees to her chest. She wrapped her arms around
her legs, pressed her cheek to her knees and watched as his breathing
steadied, his own shaking was subsiding slightly. He lay spread-eagled, also
magnificently nude, his eyes were shut but she knew he wasn’t asleep. No,
he would take a few moments to compose himself before heading for the
shower, where she always imagined him frantically scrubbing her scent and
touch from his bronzed skin.
She could no longer contain the words and they spilled from her lips
with desperate earnestness.
“I want a divorce, Alessandro.”