Page 135 of Sinful Games

I made sure my son was safely buckled in his car seat in the back of my SUV before starting the engine. Today was all about him.

We began at the park, where I gently pushed him on the swings and let him feel the grass beneath his fingers while he lay on a blanket. Later, we strolled around the lake, dipping his tiny toes in the warm water as the sun shone overhead. Afterward, I treated him to ice cream and then visited a mini farm. He was enthralled by the animals — the sheep, baby cow, ponies, donkeys, and geese.

His giggles and wonder filled me withoverwhelming joy and love. Since last night, I could barely speak to Caia, still consumed by anger and hurt. After an hour under the soothing spray of the shower, I retreated to the living room, grabbed a bite to eat, and watched trashy TV shows.

When I went to bed, I pulled the covers over me, trying to sleep. Suddenly, I felt Caia’s soft touch on my back. She spooned me and kissed my neck, her knuckles trailing over my abs.

"I missed you so much," she whispered. "I’m so sorry, Alexsei."

I stayed still, my body tense. Despite her warmth, a wall remained between us.

Minutes passed in silence until she pulled away, retreating to her side of the bed.

"Good night," I murmured, struggling against the urge to pull her close.

“Good night, Alexsei.”

A few hours later, I woke up and decided my son and I needed a little man-to-man time. I got him ready, packed milk and baby food, and prepared for the day. Caia didn’t ask questions, just wished Lukyan a good day before retreating to the bedroom.

I could sense her sadness but believed some time apart might help us both. As the afternoon waned, Lukyan missed his mama terribly, his calls for her echoed throughout the ride. As we approached the door, Caia’s footsteps and excited voice called out Lukyan’s name. She took him in her arms, and his face lit up with joy. The sight of their reunion warmed my heart.

"Did you have a good day with Papa? What did you do?" Caia asked, her eyes sparkling.

"We visited a little farm outside the city," I said, heading to the living room and collapsing onto the couch.

"Oh, you saw little animals? Was it fun?" Caia settled beside me with Lukyan, his giggles filling the room. "I missed you both so much!"

A smile curved my lips as I watched them. Caia was clad in my favorite black dress—strapless, cinched at the waist with a laced corset, cascading around her hips. Her straightened chestnut hair fell to her waist. She looked like a little black swan—sexy yet cute. I grinned, realizing she’d slipped into that dress for a reason.

My little witch knew how to catch my eye.

"Little man’s finally asleep," Caia said, stepping into my office while I was buried in Angelo's report on Scarlett's finances.

He'd set her up at his Aspen place to lay low before her tour kicks off in a couple of months. Angelo wanted me to dig into a court document Scarlett received about money laundering. Apparently, one of her accountants had been siphoning millions for the past two years without her knowing. Angelo thought there might be a bigger threat than we first thought.

"Good," I replied, keeping my eyes on the screen, my tone a bit cold.

Caia hesitated at the door, concern showing on her face. "Is... everything okay?"

I looked up briefly. "Just work stuff."

She stepped closer, searching my eyes. "You seem... distant. Tense."

I scoffed, running a hand through my hair. “You have no fucking idea.”

“Maybe I can help,” she suggested, moving closer with the soft patter of her bare feet.

I raised an eyebrow. “Help me?”

Leaning back in my chair, I watched her as she went to the library, her back to me. She reached for the diamond skull on the shelf, her mini dress riding up a bit, showing a flash of her ass before she grabbed the skull and admired its weight.

“I can help you relax,” she said, her voice soft but with a hint of mischief in her emerald eyes. “I know a trick or two…”

I stayed silent, my gaze lingering on her figure from head to toe. I noticed how her hands gripped the edge of my desk, the steady rise and fall of her breaths, and the way her corset pushed her tits up, making me want to bury my head there until I couldn’t breathe.

Time seemed to slow, letting me take in every detail—the goosebumps on her arms, the slight tremble of her lower lip. Finally, our eyes met, and I was captivated by the fire in hers.

Caia was simply fucking breathtaking. There were times I had to pinch myself to believe she was mine—my wife.

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