Page 14 of Prince Cheating Charming

Delilah

The next night, my steps were sure and confident as I walked toward Alexander’s suite, even though I had never done anything like this before. The King’s chambers were meant to be private, and I was supposed to knock before I went in.

Well, I was done being the sweet and agreeable wife.

I was done being his wife at all.

So I opened the door and walked right in.

This time, watching the evidence of his infidelity in front of me, I didn’t even flinch. Just felt a cold, disgusted scorn.

This asshole was so cocky that he didn’t even bother to lock the door.

He was over her on the bed, like he’d been over me, too, hundreds of times, his strong arms surrounding the other woman. The muscles in his back and ass rippled as he thrust into her in short, sharp jerks. I knew that pace, too. When he moved his hips like that, he was close.

It was Julia this time, her long blonde hair arranged artistically across the pillow, her perfect big breasts jiggling as his long strokes lifted her from the bed. Her mouth was open artistically too, and she was making the most absurd noises, loud keening wails like a steam engine, interspersed with dramatic full-bodied screams.

They hadn’t even heard me approach, my flip-flops slapping gently on the floor.

I stopped beside the bed and crossed my arms.

“You sound fake as fuck, Julia,” I said casually, “you and I both know he doesn’t care if we come or not.”

Alexander’s head jerked up, twisting around to stare at me.

“Delilah? What are you doing here?” he asked sharply. “Go back to bed. I’ll be there shortly.”

“Planning on coming to get your nightly blowjob from your sweet and agreeable wife?” I shot back. “Don’t bother. I’m just here to give you the annulment papers.”

I dropped the binder on the bedside table beside him and it landed with a heavy thud.

“What’s this?” he growled, pulling out of Julia so that I saw the condom on his cock glistening with her wetness.

Not my fucking problem anymore.

“Read the papers,” I said, turning to go.

“Wait, what the fuck, Delilah?” he yelped, and I heard the noise of him grabbing his sweats and yanking them on. But I was already walking rapidly to the door.

“Stop!” he ordered, but I just kept going.

There was a terrific crash behind me, and I was so startled that I whirled my head around to see Alexander on the floor, still trying to yank his pants up.

“Just read the papers,” I said, annoyed. “They explain everything. We’re through. I’ll be gone in 30 days.”

In a few more strides my hand was almost on the doorknob, but he was sprinting so fast that he shot in front of me, careening awkwardly into the door and blocking my exit.

“What is all this nonsense, Delilah?” he bit out. “We are not getting a divorce. You need my signature for that, and I do not consent to it. Now stop and let’s go to bed. I’ll come with you.”

His broad chest was heaving, and I had to take a few steps back to avoid running directly into him.

“Weren’t you listening?” I asked acidly. “It’s not a divorce. It’s an annulment. But maybe it’s hard to listen with your dick in someone else’s pussy.”

Alexander ground his teeth together.

“There’s no grounds for an annulment,” he said, running his hands through his blonde hair. I wondered how sticky and sweaty he was from having sex with Julia.

But I no longer wondered what she had that I didn’t.

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