The Tyrant's Wife

Chapter 375: Evan and Clarion

Before you read:

This is a side story, not the main story nor is it part of any other side story. Therefore, the time it happens is only relative to the previous Chapters featuring Evan and Clarion and the time skip in the previous side stories does not affect it.

Also, this is a mini side story. Unfortunately, I couldn’t connect with Clarion as deeply as I did with my other female characters.

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[How to understand a woman]. Evan typed into the search engine and pressed enter.

In half a second, countless answers popped up, which was a surprise. He had half expected to get a response like "Sir, we don’t understand them either. How can you possibly understand the species that can love and hate someone at the same time, be friends and enemies at the same time, and who look fragile but can be stronger than titanium?"

As soon as the thought registered, he realized none of those were reasons why he was trying to understand women. In fact, it was one woman he was interested in understanding. Which was why he had keyed in ’a woman’ and not ’women’.

Clarion was the most complicated person he had ever met. She was so hot and cold. Sometimes he could swear she was checking him out or flirting but if he acknowledged it, she would be horrified and accuse him of trying to bypass the rules of their deal.

Yeah, they still had that deal going on.

Five months in, he was going crazy.

Ever since he’d become sexually active, he didn’t think he had ever gone for five days without sex. Five months made him feel like he was going to explode.

The first month was the hardest—quite literally.

He would think about her at random times and he’d be hard in two seconds flat. If she so much as smiled at him, he’d need to find a way to cover up before he could flash his boner at the world.

By the end of the first month, he could swear his right wrist was starting to swell from overexertion.

The second month was much easier. He’d resigned to the fact that he wasn’t getting her any time soon. Not that it made him want her any less, but at least she spent more time with him.

They would go on dates and have meals or take walks and spend hours talking about random topics and getting to know each other—which was a first for him. He had never been interested in knowing anything about a woman. He was always only after one part of her. They knew that, so they didn’t offer any information either.

Strangely, the better he knew Clarion, the more he wanted to know about her. She was like a priceless painting in a museum, the one you wouldn’t lose interest in after finally seeing it.

Instead, you noticed something new every time you saw it and you became even more interested in it.

He didn’t think he’d ever been in such a long relationship, let alone one where all he did was kiss and talk for hours.

Yet here he was, heart racing a mile a minute as he waited for her. She was coming over for movies and dinner at his house, and while he selected a movie for them to watch, he’d sunk into the Clarion rabbit hole.

Speaking of which, why did the search Engine have so many answers about women yet none that made sense?

Great. Not even Google could understand Clarion.

The woman had been giving him what some men would consider mixed signals. She was the one who made the rule about not having sex for six months, but she would show up in one tiny dress after another and roam her hands all over him, riling him up.

The last time they met, it was one of Rosaly’s training sessions and she’d spent more time staring at him than teaching the little girl.

Then she’d accidentally sprained her ankle—well, pretended to sprain it.

He’d spent enough time playing contact games in college to know what was a sprain and what was not. And Clarion, who was not a good liar to begin with, was certainly faking her pain.

Still, she’d suckered him into massaging her ankle and used the chance to drag his hand up her leg, all the way to the edge of her panties. But when he asked if she wanted to take things further, she blushed and shook her head.

He groaned, remembering the feeling of her warm pussy from that little contact.

He wouldn’t call it mixed signals if a woman said no to him. Nothing else mattered if a woman said no.

But with Clarion, he was even more confused. Was she undecided? Did she want him as badly as he wanted her, but whatever was stopping her kept stopping her at the last moment?

He was still thinking about it when he heard the doorbell, and his heart did a skip. He would think he was having a heart attack if that didn’t keep happening whenever Clarion visited.

He clicked off the window and ran to the door, nearly breaking it off its hinges with how hard he yanked it open.

"Fuck. Me." He groaned when he saw her outfit. She was wearing the shortest silver dress he had ever seen, revealing a generous amount of her cleavage. He zeroed in on the soft peaks of flawless, creamy flesh. She was not wearing a bra.

He had not seen so much of them before, they were bigger than he thought, and certainly more gorgeous. His tongue peeked out to lick his bottom lip at the thought of sucking on that long, slender neck before trailing down and taking one of those nipples in his mouth. She would certainly taste amazing.

"Can I come in?" she purred.

He finally remembered he was standing in the way and awkwardly moved aside. "Of course."

She strutted in in her high heels, swaying those hips like she was a model on a runway. If models walked that lusciously, that is.

He locked the door and joined her in the den where she had just sat.

"I didn’t know what you would want to watch so I chose a dance movie." He explained, then realized it sounded silly. "I thought since you like dance...look. I can’t figure you out, Clarion."

She smiled. "You don’t need to. I’ll tell you everything you need to know about me."

He sucked in a breath. Her hand was on his thigh. Before he could say a word, she kissed him. Then she said, "I regret asking for six months. I want you so badly, Evan."

That was straightforward.

"Well, too bad. I want to wait. It’s only a month away." He said.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want her. Hell, he’d never wanted anything so badly in his life. He was practically going crazy wishing time would fly. However, sex clearly meant a lot more to her than just fucking. She needed an emotional connection, and she needed to trust him enough to know he wouldn’t hurt her. She had probably been through something horrible that made her lose her trust in men.

How would he show her how much she meant to him if he couldn’t even go through with a six month deal?

"Why did you change your mind?" He asked.

She grinned. "I told my parents about you. They freaked out and swore I’m making a mistake being with you."

He frowned. "Your parents said I’m not good for you...and you thought that’s a good reason for you to want to have sex with me?"

She placed a hand on his shoulder. "They have horrible taste. If they reject you, you have to be the best kind of man. So yes, Evan. I’ll be your actual girlfriend starting next month. And the best news is, you can fuck me as much as you want."

He dipped his brows. "Are you sure you want to give me that kind of unlimited permission? You may never be able to get out of my bed once I get my hands on you."

She surprised him by climbing on his lap. "I don’t want you to stop yourself. I want all of you, Evan. All of you."