Chapter 4
He kept quiet for a while.
His silence was like a void, one sucking me whole, wanting me to retreat so badly back into my shell.
I could feel the sweat dripping down the valley of my breast in nervousness, yet I was not ready to back down.
Just when I thought I’d made a fool of myself to him, and was about to give up— his voice came.
“Why?” He questioned.
I frowned in confusion at his words, wondering if that was an appropriate answer when a woman proposed s**.
As if sensing it, he continued.
“You are a beautiful woman, baby girl,” he started.
The endearment he called me, made butterflies flutter in my belly.
Yet, his sinful tone made me understand that those were not butterflies.
Rather, a swarm of Volcanoes burning hot, and ready to swallow me whole.
“Why do you need a man like me?” He said, pausing.
He turned to face me once more, his eyes slipping down my body, and he spat.
“You are not my type,” he said in a dismissive tone.
He shook his head, as if the thought of us together was absurd as he turned, resuming his steps—walking towards the door.
His words felt like an insult.
One which jabbed directly in my chest, and I was not ready to let it slide.
“What’s your type?” I called out, my tone hard.
I watched as he halted in his steps, still backing me.
Then he turned slowly to face me.
The light from the window cast on his face.
I stared, observing as his lips curled up into a deadly smirk.
Heat crawled up my skin when he watched me like that—his eyes never once straying away.
He walked towards me, closing the distance between us.
His hands moved first— his fingers darting to my red hair which laid in disarray.
He gently pushed the strands which fell to my face behind my ears.
Then, his fingers moved down, coming to wrap around my throat.
His touches were soft—yet they burnt aggressively.
They sent a leap of fire down me, one that went straight into my c***.
I struggled to keep myself from clenching my thighs together beneath him, as his masculine scent, combined with the seductive scent of cinnamon wafted in my nose.
“I don’t do soft,” he muttered.
His tone low and dark.
His words made my confusion only deepen.
And I could not keep myself from asking.
“I don’t understand?”
His hands gave my neck a soft but tight squeeze.
I gasped at the sudden seization of my breathing.
I watched as he stared at my every action almost as if he was enthralled till he let go.
His hands slowly loosened.
His fingers brushed over my throat lightly.
“It seems I have to set some rules for how I do my things,” he rasped.
“No romance. No love-play.
I f***, and I do that hard and fast.
But don't worry, I’ll make sure you are w** enough,
and you experience your fair share of pleasures.
But everything goes my way.
I might not be a very good giver, but I know how to bring women to c***** perfectly,” His deep voice said.
Air choked on my throat as his words rattled me completely.
My heart fluttered rapidly against my chest—his words echoing through my mind.
I parted my lips to say something, but only a gasp escaped through because I was at loss for words.
‘What kind of man was he?
“You look like a soft woman, baby girl,” he paused, letting his words sink in, as he continued.
“One who a man cuddles and makes love to.
Not a woman who gets f***** into oblivion.
And that is exactly why I said you are not my type,” he rasped, as his fingers unwrapped from my throat, and his hands dropped to his sides.
Tremors shot through my body the moment his touch was gone.
And for some sick reason, I wanted his hands back on me.
“I can be your type.
Teach me,” I said, already making up my mind.
His eyes flared in shock, as if expecting that I would have already chickened out.
His gaze darkened when he saw the seriousness on my face.
The smirk which played on his lips widened into a full blown smile.
“Have you ever done hardcore before?
If not, this is your chance to back out now.”
His head tilted towards the door.
“I can always leave if you cannot handle it.
That would be a wise option for you,” he said, while he waited for my reply.
“I'd like to stay,” I whispered, feeling somewhat shy now.
“Good.
Come with me,” he muttered.
And as if I was being controlled by his beautiful voice, I followed without hesitation.
He walked out of the room with me trailing behind.
My lips parted when I took in my luxurious surroundings.
It looked like some kind of high end suite.
And that was enough to tell me that this man was loaded.
He led me towards a door.
He dipped his hands in his pocket, bringing out some kind of key.
“You must really come here all the time,” I said the first thing that came to my mind, wanting to ease off the awkward tension.
My head was already fuzzy from the heat.
“I own this place,” he replied casually.
My eyes widened.
Holy shit, I thought.
I must have really landed a big fish.
He dipped the key in the lock, ready to twist it—only he paused.
He turned, looking back at me, as if sensing my anxiousness.
“Relax baby girl,” he muttered.
One word—and that was more than enough to make my heart spike up.
This time, definitely not from anxiousness but from curiosity of what more sensations this beautiful man can ignite in me.
His beautiful voice was enough to send heat pooling down my c***.
The realization that I was still naked, having only my g-string pants to cover what was left of my nakedness burnt through my mind.
Everything about him burnt the edge of my curiosity, leaving me wanting to know more.
But then, I had to remind myself again, that it’s just a one night stand and nothing more.
The door swung open, and my lips parted into a loud gasp.
A massive bed dominated the center, covered by deep red sheets almost the color of blood.
Big oversized pillows were lined at the sides.
The thought of being spread on that bed like a meal, sent an unsettling thrill through me.
“What’s this place?” I asked, still reeling in shock as I took in the scene before me.
Heat crawled in my skin when I took in an iron-looking post that stood at the corner with leather cuffs on each end.
Before I could tear my eyes away from them, something caught my attention, leather flogger.
Hanging neatly on some kind of hook on the wall—many of them with different colors—looking hard enough to inflict pain, and soft enough to bring pleasure.
My teeth sunk into the soft texture of my lips, only to choke as my eyes landed on an open cupboard where different sizes of dildos were displayed, some so large.
I looked away for a second, my cheeks flaming red in embarrassment, when I thought of where they’ll go.
“Are you scared baby girl?” His husky voice whispered in my ears from beside me.
His hot breath fanned my face, making me jump on my toes unintentionally.
I turned to face him, staring into those deep pools of green hues—as if trying to penetrate deep into my soul.
“Not at all sir,” I replied timidly, watching the way his lips tipped up slightly.
“Good girl,” he praised.
And damn if that did not make me clench my thighs together again to get some friction.
“Take it off!” He commanded, pointing towards the g-string which was wrapped around my waist.
The only thing that hid my nakedness.
My breath caught as I stared at him with wide eyes.
“Huh?” I asked, somewhat confused and shy.
His lips tugged at my answer, as his gaze darkened.
“Wrong answer baby girl, now you have to get punished,” he growled darkly.
Chapter 5
A nervous sound slipped out of me as his words sounded funny to my ears.
I let out an embarrassing snort, only to pause when I took in the seriousness in his face.
I stammered on words, not knowing the right way to ask my question.
I did not want to seem inexperienced for some reason, even though I was.
“I thought we were going to kiss and…” the words trailed off my lips as he cut me off.
“Have you forgotten my rules from earlier?” He questioned, his dark and serious eyes burning into me.
I shook my head in answer.
“We are never going to kiss on the lips, baby girl.
Not now, and not ever,” he growled.
“But why?” I questioned in confusion, knowing kissing was a big part of intimacy.
His expression turned into a scowl as his eyes darkened.
“They are some things left better when you have no idea of them,” his voice spoke volumes of finality.
I nodded knowing he did not want to keep on talking about it.
I felt immensely vulnerable—yet, I had this sickening sense of power being under his gaze, watching the way he looked at me.
No man had ever seen me naked before.
The disgusted looks Xavier sent my way during our subtle kisses, or when he had to touch me increased my unease of undressing before a man like him.
And the thought of it, made my stomach twist in fear.
His lazy gaze met mine, brimming with a certain kind of hunger.
The cool air of the room filled me, my small perky breasts were left in the open.
My nipples stood under his attention, hard from the cold and his hungry gaze he sent me.
And that was when I finally saw him twitch.
He ground his teeth, sucking in a deep breath at sight of me.
A low growl ripped from his throat, as he moved closer towards me on the pole.
“You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen,” his breathy voice came.
His hot breath fanned my neck, as soft lips trailed down my skin.
I twisted sideways giving him more space, while he inhaled my scent.
“And your scent…it is as beautiful as your body—I could drown in it, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
He murmured.
His hands slid down my open legs, slipping in between my thighs.
His fingers rubbed a slow upward circle towards the line off my g-string.
My mouth parted slightly.
A breathy gasp escaped me at the sensations which his touch sent through me.
“Your skin,” he breathed, his eyes following the movement of his hands.
“It’s as delicate as silk, yet supple, and very much intoxicating,” he muttered, his body pressing into mine.
My eyes slid down, noticing he was still fully clothed.
His thick fingers moved towards my core, trailing the center as if marking its axis.
I let out a sharp breath from the sensation of being touched there for the first time, then gasped loudly when his fingers slid off the line of my g-string.
It felt absolutely raw, and I shivered, my fingers darting out and clutching his shirt tightly.
He rubbed my clit in slow deliberate circles, smearing my wetness over my folds.
He gave it a light tug, which was accompanied by a sharp pinch that made me moan louder with heat pooling between my thighs.
“You are a bad girl, aren’t you?
You like your pleasure with a hint of pain?” he growled darkly.
His voice sounded rich and velvety, enough to send a pool of wetness running down my thighs.
My legs trembled lightly, growing weak at the thought of what this man could do to my body.
His fingers left my clitoris, and this time, he dipped into my entrance, sinking just the tip inside.
I cried out softly at the intrusion.
His lips distracted me by leaving a layer of wet kisses down my neck, over my throat and towards my open breast.
Leaving thick marks on my skin.
He moved his fingers slightly, and I cried out at the feeling of him moving inside me.
He continued the journey of his mouth over my breast.
His lips wrapped around my breast, as he bit harshly on the swell of my boobs—hard enough to cause me pain.
My eyes squeezed shut, throwing my head back as a loud moan ripped out from me all the while still grinding on his fingers.
He soothed the pain by trailing wet kisses on the spot, then his lips latched on my nipples.
I arched back, pushing my breast into his mouth while moaning endlessly.
His fingers moved, sliding deeper into me, drawing a sharp cry from my throat.
He cursed when the elastic of the g-string kept obstructing his movements
“Fuck it,” he growled, tearing it off me, almost like he could barely hold himself any longer.
Throwing it somewhere in the room, he lifted me in his arms easily.
My shaky limbs were grateful, clinging to him as he moved towards where the pole stood.
“It’s time for your punishment baby girl.”
He clasped my hands to the straps on one of the poles, then moved to do the same on the other, as panic slowly ate its way up my insides.
“What are you doing?” I asked nervously, tugging against the cuffs wrapped around my wrists.
I pulled harder, but they still didn’t bulge.
His green eyes lingered on my face like always.
“Do you trust me baby girl?” He asked, his piercing eyes brimming with an edge of darkness.
The danger in his eyes should have had me running away from him, yet I could not bring myself to run away.
“Yes sir,” I breathed.
One word, and the darkness in his eyes glinted, as his lips tugged up slightly.
He stepped forward, pressing a slow kiss on my forehead, “Good girl,” he muttered, his heated gaze looking at me with approval.
The look alone sent flutters of lust through me, soaring like a volcano in eruption.
I realized right at that moment that my body would do anything for his approval.
The rattle of chains echoed behind me, and I felt his presence at my back.
A soft, feather-like material, trailed down my back to my exposed ass, making me squirm at ticklishness.
A laugh burst out of me but it was quickly replaced by a scream, as pain shot through me from the suddenness of being whipped.
Almost instantly, the sting was soothed with a gentle caress on that spot, his lips kissing where he just flogged.
His tongue darted out to lick the mark making me purr in delight, when he sucked on the tender spot over and over.
He repeated the motion all over again—whip and then kiss.
Commanding me to count each strike as my ass till it was red, only for him to soothe the pain, sucking on it with his mouth.
My thighs trembled with a mix of pleasure and ecstasy.
I must be sick, finding delight in being flogged, I thought.
My breathing grew heavier, as I twisted around in the chains, trying to squeeze my thighs together to get friction.
My mind was already clouded and teetering on the brink of a pending orgasm—my first one.
“Please…” I moaned loudly, not even knowing what exactly I was begging for, but I wanted him to touch me.
My cunt was already dripping with arousal.
“Please what baby girl?
You need to spell out what you are begging for,” he said, his intoxicating, musky scent wafting in my nose, driving me mad with desire for him.
“Please sir, please touch me…make me cum,” I replied breathlessly.
It felt like I'd go mad if he didn’t touch me this very minute.
But then, I watched him pause.
Chapter 6
“Your wish is my command.” I felt his hot breath fanning my thighs, going straight to my soaking entrance.
I whimpered softly, having been edged for so long without climaxing— it felt like pure torture.
He knelt before me, like he was worshipping.
His hypnotic green eyes glinted with lust and starvation.
His lips curled slightly, then he dived straight for my drenched folds as he groaned loudly in bliss, as if he got a taste of heaven.
My wrist strained against the cuffs, as I twisted myself around his face, not knowing whether I was trying to push him away or bring him closer.
His large hands clasped firmly on my thighs, holding me still, while I grinded on his face.
“That’s right baby girl.
Ride your master,” he murmured, the heat of his breath, hot against my skin, fanning my inside.
He dove back in, his torturous tongue swiping and sucking on my swollen cunt.
I panted loudly, overwhelmed with the feeling of euphoria, biting on my lips, muffling my moans.
My hands itched to break through the cuffs, and grip his black hair, which was already silky with sweat.
A sharp slap landed on my ass, and I hissed from the stinging pain.
The sensation sent additional wetness dripping down my thighs.
“Don’t keep your beautiful moans from me baby girl,” he growled, raising my thighs higher, while still lapping on my clit.
“Let me hear all I do to you, I love it when you scream for me, my bad girl,” His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh of my clitoris.
And that was all it took to finally send me off the edge.
My body lifted up from the pole in throes of pleasure, with his head still buried between my thighs.
I moaned loudly, muttering incoherent words as my orgasm ripped through me.
His mouth never left my cunt, and he sucked them all in, licking every bit of pleasure from me.
When I finally collapsed back, still heaving and panting he stood up.
His mesmerizing eyes already burning with molten desire, as he stared at me—still riding down my orgasm.
“I was right. You are intoxicating,” he muttered, his eyes glinting with a look of adoration.
He moved to unclasp the cuffs, scooping me into his arms, he carried me to the large bed, tossing me on it.
His eyes never left mine as he unbuckled his belt, zipping down his trousers.
They fell at a pool on the floor.
His clear evidence of desire stood erect, long and enormous beneath his boxer brief.
He pulled that down next, and eyes widened at the size, as fear slid down my throat..
Panic clawed through me.
I’m a virgin, I thought, still unable to take my eyes off his monster.
I was so sure that his size was going to destroy me.
His hands came to wrap around his cock.
The tip of his dick glistened with precum, and he stroked it.
His heated gaze still locked on me.
I watched as his mouth parted slightly in a moan.
A sound small enough to do something to my insides.
And that made me burn with the desire to hear him moan louder.
My breathing grew heavier, as he climbed on over me.
His hands parted my thighs and settled between them. He searched mine, as if looking for a flicker of hesitation in them.
When he saw none, his fingers sank into my slick entrance.
It was quickly replaced by something hard and hot pressing against me, as I felt the head of his shaft at my opening.
My eyes darted to him in panic, and as if sensing my fear, he paused. His eyes closed for a brief moment, like he was trying to calm himself.
“What is it?” He asked softly.
“Well, I…I’m…I’m a…v...virgin,” I stuttered, inwardly cursing myself for ruining the moment.
His eyes widened in shock, which he recovered immediately.
His expression gives nothing away.
“Even better,” he said darkly, before thrusting deep into me, then he stilled.
A loud cry tore from my lips, echoing through the room as pain ripped through me.
I had felt him tearing through my innocence.
He was buried to the hilt, with his dick pulsing deep inside me, not moving.
My eyes blurred with tears, my watery orbs meeting his concerned gaze as he stayed motionless above me.
His hands slid down to circle my clitoris, rubbing on it slightly.
The discomfort faded away slowly under his touch.
Although the pain was still there, but now, it was tinged with a hint of pleasure.
A shaky sigh escaped my lips.
My hips shifted, and I moved seeking some friction.
As if getting my signal, he began to move slowly inside of me.
Each stroke of his, easing me open.
My eyes rolled back with ecstasy, as I moaned, withering beneath him.
I had been a fool all these times, saving myself for a worthless man like Xavier, who had been fucking behind my back, while denying myself of pleasure I didn’t even know existed.
How could I have been missing this all this time?
“Keep your beautiful eyes on me, baby girl.
I am the one you should be thinking of. I am the man moving inside of you right now,” He growled, sliding completely out of me, only to slam back inside, harder than before.
He fucked me deep, and I couldn’t believe I was letting him do this.
All my anger at Xavier, my embarrassment, my shame.
Everything melted into pleasure that this beautiful man was giving me.
I wanted to resist, but I couldn’t.
Every of his thrust brushed against my sweet spot as we let out a loud moan together.
The swollen head of his shaft pulsed against my cervix, making me throw my head back in the haze of endless pleasures he had to offer.
He dove into me again, deeper this time, tearing another cry from my lips.
His intoxicating scent invaded my senses, making my mind go mad with indescribable pleasures.
“Arghh, oh my, faster…” I moaned in pleasure, my head rolling back as my vision turned hazy with ecstasy.
My mouth hung open, muttering incoherent words while I watched the beast of a man before me pound harder into my dripping entrance.
“I’m going to fuck your tight, virgin cunt so hard that I’ll ruin you for any other man out there,” he muttered in my ear as he switched our positions, laying me on my back.
I gasped as I felt him drive deeper into me than ever before.
I felt him everywhere, he pounded into me restlessly, as we lost ourselves in the bliss of pleasure.
Chapter 7
Sunlight filtered in the room from the window.
A low growl of irritation escaped me as I muttered a curse beneath my breath.
I had no doubt it was my step mother again, opening the window and disturbing my sleep this early.
I opened my eyes, bracing myself for her permanent scowl, only to be greeted with the sight of an unfamiliar luxurious room.
I moved to sit up straight in shock, as a sharp pain seared through me from my womanhood.
My eyes widened in shock, as memories from last night rushed back in, along with the image of the mysterious beast of a man I spent the night with.
Memories of me passing out in his hands while he carried me.
During my haze of sleep, I remembered him muttering something about taking us to somewhere more comfortable, flashed through me as I stilled.
‘Oh Lord, what have I done?”A wave of fear clawed at my chest.
But then memories of Xavier in bed with Natasha flashed in my mind and I stilled.
The fear was immediately replaced by satisfaction when I thought of Xavier’s shock, the moment he realized I had given the virginity he fantasized of taking to another man.
Has he left? I wondered.
Immediately sliding off the bed, ignoring the stinging pain.
I searched round the luxurious suite, looking for him but he was nowhere to be found.
“He did leave,”I muttered to myself.
My gaze caught something on the nightstand of the bed.
I moved to get a closer look, my brows creasing in confusion.
A bitter laugh burst out of my throat, as my eyes burned with tears when recognition hit me of what it meant.
A damn bundle of cash.
He had left money, paying for our night.
The sight of it made me feel used. Degraded, and treated like a slut.
After our passionate night, I would have expected to at least be treated better, maybe at least see his face one last time as we parted ways.
Anything but being paid like a hooker, who he did not even bother to spend one last minute with before he left.
The ringtone of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts—my body shuddering with disgust.
I wiped the tears pouring from my eyes, and answered on seeing my stepmother's name pop up.
“Where have you been?
How dare you not come home last night!
Were you out whoring yourself like your useless mother?” She sneered through the phone.
Her words hit the mark, as her insult cut deep.
She was not wrong this time, I thought with a sad smile looking at the bundle of money in my hands.
I had indeed whored myself out.
Sleeping with a man whom I barely even knew his name.
Worst of all, I had even begged him to do it, I thought, as shame filled me.
And he had left a bundle of cash on his bedside, what else would I be called but a prostitute.
“What do you want?” I asked flatly.
“Xavier is coming home this afternoon, with his parents,” she said in glee.
“We see no need delaying your marriage any longer, We have decided to push the public engagement ceremony to next weekend.
The wedding is in less than a month.
So be on your best behavior.
Wherever you are, I don’t care,” she hissed her last words like poison, as she continued.
“Come home and clean the house before they arrive.
We cannot have our guest sitting in a dirty environment, be fast, slave, you know what would happen if you make me angry.
Your filthy mother would suffer from it.”
My throat clenched from anger at her words.
She had fired all the maids three years ago, forcing me to take their place.
Serving as the new maid in the Harnes mansion was part of the contract between us.
My hand clenched in a fist.
Anger crawled in my chest, as my mind dragged me back to three years ago when I had come crawling at her feet for help.
Vivian’s sharp eyes peered down on me.
I knelt before her, tears trailing down my face and my mother’s result in my hands.
“What exactly are you willing to do, in exchange for my help, girl?” She hissed, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she watched my pathetic state.
My heart thundered against my chest, as my stomach curled.
“Anything.
I’ll do anything Vivian, but please help us,” I pleaded, letting go of all of my shame before her.
Her lips curled into a satisfied smirk as she watched me.
“Good.
Then are you willing to be under my control for as long as I want?” She said, dropping down, closer to my height on my knees.
“I’ll pay for your mother's medical expenses, but on one condition.
You sign your life away to me, and do each and everything I want you to do as my puppet.
But the day, you even as much as cross me…” she hissed, her voice venomously.
She stretched her hands before my face dramatically, making a ‘poof,’ sound.
“The payments for your mother’s medical bills would be gone like wind.
And I’ll personally ensure that she is thrown out of each and every hospital.
And you and your pathetic mother are left to rot on the streets,” she said eyeing me cruelly, her hot breath fanning my face.
“Do you agree with my condition, Leah?”
Chapter 8
Bile rose up in my throat, at the thought of being indebted to Vivian for life.
But then, what option did I have?
“Yes I agree,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I spoke.
Vivian’s eyes flared with dark promises, as she nodded, seeming pleased with my words.
“Good.
I’ll have my lawyer draft the contract and send them over here immediately,” she said, smiling widely.
My body sagged, as I sank my back against the wall.
The day burnt at the back of my mind till this day.
I blinked my tears away, sniffing as I brought the phone down from my ear.
My heart slammed against my chest, my mind reeling with only one question.
Why did they agree to push mine and Xavier’s marriage forward?
We were supposed to get married in six months.
The only reason the marriage had not happened sooner was because Xavier’s father had tried his best to find a way to destroy the marriage contract made between both families years ago—ever since the Harnes family had lost its wealth.
I wasn’t even the heiress to what little fortune was left—it had all been transferred to Natasha, regardless of the fact that I was the first child of the family.
So why would he agree to the marriage now?
He knew I had been nothing but a beggar living under the goodwill of the Harnes family all my life.
Despite the fact that every single thing they currently owned belonged to me and my mother.
I breathed in, struggling to wash away those thoughts and focus on the present.
Why Xavier’s father would finally agree to push the marriage date up.
The same marriage that he had been stalling since I turned eighteen.
I blinked away the last of my tears, walking into the
luxurious bathroom.
The hot water did little to cleanse how dirty I actually felt and less to clear the filthy thoughts raging in my mind.
I came out, putting on my wrinkled clothes from the day before.
My gaze landed on the bundle of money on the bed.
There should be at least ten thousand dollars there. It would be stupid to leave it here, knowing any worker might step in and take it assuming it was a tip.
My mother’s daily medical care was growing, and my salary barely covered it anymore.
The Harnes family only paid for her treatment and her stay at the hospital as part of our contract.
But her drugs, emergency medical expenses and other urgent bills when her condition spikes up in urgency all fell on me.
And recently, her condition has been getting worse.
That’s what happens when you have been living with a brain tumor for three years.
My desperation for funds won over my pride.
I swiped the cash and dumped it in my bag. I moved, slipping on my shoe, and left the hotel without looking back. But then, my body felt dirtier than ever.
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“Ohh good your daughter-in-law is here,” my stepmother’s overly enthusiastic voice came, making me halt in my tracks.
My eyes took in her face, stretched with a fake smile that looked like it might burst any moment.
My gaze swept over her form, landing on her hands clenched beside herself in rage.
She must so badly want to hit me now, I just know it.
After all she took pride in marking my skin ever since I was a child.
And today I disobeyed her by not being home earlier after her call.
I made a stop at the hospital to check on my mother when I left the hotel.
“Where have you been Leah? Your mother said you have not been home since last night,” Xavier’s refined voice echoed in the room.
His eyes shone with fake concern.
The expression on his face, would have sent butterflies down my belly until yesterday.
But now, it made my heart blaze with rage.
I was angry at how much I used to worship him in the past.
How blind I was for not seeing through his facade of love.
How stupid I was for accepting the bare minimum he gave me.
“You seem worried about me Xavier,” I spat with boldness that surprised me.
“I could also ask you the same thing.
Where were you yesterday morning?”
“What do you mean Leah love?
Are you trying to imply something?” He asked, his gaze darting around as if he expected something to pop up.
I could see fear brimming in him, but what confused me was the unfamiliar expression that flickered in his eyes when he looked at his mother.
But he quickly blinked it away, and so did I.
“Yesterday was our anniversary Xavier, and as far as I know.
You had not gone to work throughout the day.
Your assistant informed me personally” I
replied, calmly, pretending like I had no idea about him sleeping with Natasha.
But still, he must have seen the hidden meaning in my words, because his eyes widened in shock.
He definitely would have never expected me to have even a dose of boldness to stand up to him.
More or less questioning his actions.
He knew what I was getting at, but I’ll leave him at the edge, burning with curiosity over whether I had found out about his affair with Natasha or not.
I had sent a text to his assistant earlier yesterday, to make sure he was at home before I went over, since I did not want to alert him of my surprise.
My mind travelled back to all the other times I had always texted him early every morning to ensure he was okay.
Just like the submissive fiancé I was.
But then, he always had high claims of how he was busy, and then ignored me the entire day.
Now that I looked at him, after knowing what a fraud he was—it did not take a guess to know that my messages probably irritated him, so he needed to cut me short.
I called his office earlier in the morning, wanting to know his schedule for the day, and when he’ll be home.
But his secretary informed me that he had not been to work, and he had no plans of coming in—and as stupid as I was.
I was excited thinking maybe he finally remembered our anniversary—although a large part of me knew he didn’t.
He probably had other reasons to stay home.
So I hurried over to his place with the gifts I bought for him.
Wanting to make the love of my life happy with the surprise I planned.
But instead, I had been greeted with a sight that would burn behind my eyes forever.
My fiancé’s dick, buried deep in my stepsister.
What a sight unfit for poor eyes.
“So where did you go, Xavier?”
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Chapter 1
2_3
Chapter 2–3
4_8
Chapter 4_8
9_13
Chapter 9_13
14_18
Chapter 14_18
19_23
Chapter 19_23
24_28
Chapter 24_28
29_33
Chapter 29_33
34_38
Chapter 34_38
39_43
Chapter 39_43
44_48
Chapter 44_48
49_53
Chapter 49_53
54_58
Chapter 54_58
59_63
Chapter 59_63
64_68
Chapter 64_68
69_73
Chapter 69_73
74_78
Chapter 74_78
79_83
Chapter 79_83
84_88
Chapter 84_88
89_93
Chapter 89_93
94_98
Chapter 94_98
99_103
Chapter 99_103
104_108
Chapter 104_108
109_113
Chapter 109_113
114_118
Chapter 114_118
119_123
Chapter 119_123
124_128
Chapter 124_128
129_133
Chapter 129_133
134_138
Chapter 134_138
139_143
Chapter 139_143
144_148
Chapter 144_148
149_153
Chapter 149_153
154_158
Chapter 154_158
159_163
Chapter 159_163
164_168
Chapter 164_168
169_174
Chapter 169_174