Page 270 of The Bonus

On Saturday morning, we went to the market and wandered around, then we went out for lunch, followed by bike riding around Central Park. Well, the four of them, the kids, Gabriel and Mark, rode a bike, and Gabriel pulled me along in a buggy.

Mark crashed his bike and Gabriel was laughing so hard that he nearly ran us into a lake, it was so fun.

Saturday night we had a dreamy dinner on the terrace and then the kids played in the hot tub while Gabriel and I drank too much red wine while lying on the deck chairs.

Yesterday we had a lazy day, we unpacked our suitcases and did online grocery shopping to get ready for the week.

Seeing everything fresh through the kids’ eyes, seeing the love in his.

I’d forgotten how much I love New York.

This weekend reminded me.

He slams the wardrobe door shut and pushes me down to my knees, in one sharp movement he slides his thick cock down my throat until I gag. He smiles down at me as he tenderly brushes my hair back from my face. “If you’re going to talk the talk.” He drives himself farther down my throat, and I giggle around him. “Behave.”

What must we look like, him in a full power suit, with everything to perfection, and me with wild hair and still in my pajamas.

He grabs my head with two hands and begins to fuck my mouth.

“Suck. My. Cock.”

Monday, 2 p.m.

I sit in the park as the kids play on the playground, Mark is hovering around somewhere but won’t come and sit with me. Gabriel has obviously warned him to keep his distance from me whenever he’s not around.

Jealous prick.

I sip my to-go coffee and smile as I watch Lucia and Dominic talk to a group of kids. I can hear them telling them where we’re from and the kids asking questions back.

My phone rings and the name Gabriel lights up the screen.

“Hello.” I smile.

“Hello, is this Mrs. Cock Sucker?” he breathes, and I can tell he’s smiling.

“This is Miss Cock Sucker.”

“Hmm, well, with a performance like this morning, you won’t be unmarried for long,” he whispers darkly. “My cock tingles every time I think of it…well done.”

I giggle and look around guiltily. “Did you call me at the kids’ playground to discuss my culinary skills, Mr. Ferrara?”

“Absolutely,” he whispers. “What are you wearing?”

“What am I wearing?” I glance up into the hard, cold stare of Gabriel’s mother, she’s standing over me. I glance around for Mark; he’s nowhere to be seen.

Fuck.

“Hang up,” she mouths. “Now.”

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Grace

“I’ll call you back later.” I end the call and stand; I need to be eye to eye for this conversation. “Hello.”

She’s completely fitted out in designer clothes and her hair is swept up into an up style. Her cold eyes hold mine, and she lifts her chin to the sky in defiance.

She’s here to fight.

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