Free Forbidden Dance: Will She Forgo Her Marriage for a Lifetime of Happiness? by Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku Page A

don’t do this. Put on your shirt and leave me alone. Just get lost!”
    “Do you still find me attractive, Alero? I’m asking because I need to know. I’m going out of my mind. I’m so sorry I pushed you away into the arms of another.”
    Was he deaf? She clamped her mouth shut and swallowed. Her heart jumped, and she leaned against the windowsill. She did not expect Kyle to forgive her indiscretion so easily. He was a proud lover, and she knew what she did was the worst revenge she could have taken to get back at him.
    “You’re a gorgeous man, Kyle and you know it. That doesn’t make everything okay between us.” Did you just admit the man who emotionally abused you was gorgeous? You need your head examined. Not your head, your honey pot, her insides honked.
    “That’s not the answer to my question. Is there any part of you that fell in love with me years ago that still feels anything for me?”
    Goaded by his words, Alero shrieked, “Yes!” With tears pouring down her face, she murmured, “I don’t want you, Kyle. You’ll only hurt me, and I can’t take much more. It is Zane I need.”
    Her husband covered the gap and stood in front of her. Tears welled up in his eyes and splashed over his handsome features.
    “Can I touch you, babe?”
    She shook her head and recoiled. “You plan to confuse me. I want a divorce, Kyle.” Her voice sounded muffled in her ears but she got the words out.
    His throat muscles moved up and down with great speed. “I want to comfort you, please. Let me hold you. My heart is as broken as yours. But I honestly believe we can work things out. I don’t want to divorce you, babe, because I love you.”
    She swiped away the tears and pressed her back against the window. Her heart dived down and launched up again. “You can’t love me. I have been screwing someone else.”
    Kyle shut his eyes, and placed the back of his right hand over his forehead.
    “And I don’t regret it,” she added for good measure.
    Kyle picked up the flower pot behind her, stared hard at it and dropped it without touching her. She could tell he worked hard to keep his anger in check. “I know, babe. I regret the secret affairs I had. I turned to them out of boredom, not love.”
    She shut her ears. “When you speak about the other women, it still hurts me, Kyle. That’s why I can’t come back to you. I can’t understand how you can say you love me and screw other women.”
    He ran his tongue over his top lip. “You did the same thing,” he murmured as if it wounded him to say it.
    She nodded and brushed her hair from her face. “Only because I believed I was completely over you. And I am over you,” she quickly added.
    His fingers rubbed his nose. There was still a red blotch at the base of his nose from the nose bleed.
    “If you’re over me, can I at least touch you? I want to prove to you we can still find our way back to where we started.”
    Alero tried to squeeze past him, but he put out his arm, and she stepped back. “You’re harassing me, Kyle. If I come to you, I want it to be of my own free will. And that’s not going to happen.”
    He grinned. It was a crafty grin. “I’ll let you out of here if you give me a straight answer.”
    She blinked a few times and chewed her bottom lip. For the love of life, she had not seen this sexually aggressive side to her husband in three years. On one hand, it felt good to be pursued by Kyle, on the other hand, his arrival in Casablanca threatened to wreck the peace she had found with Zane.
    “What was your question again?” she hedged.
    His grin broadened. “I’ll repeat it as many times as you wish. It’s a yes or no reply I’m after. Do you still find me attractive?”
    She sighed. “I already answered it, Kyle. What game are you playing?” This was not right. Zane was the one who cleaned her up when she hit rock bottom. Now, Kyle intended to ruin her joy. But her heart was not in sync with her good sense.
    “Remind me again. I