Page 41 of Scandalously Yours

Something akin to relief seemed to flood her face, and I nearly growled as I realized this woman had doubted my innocence for at least a fleeting moment. For all the time we’ve spent talking, I thought she would’ve known me better than that. The physical evidence must’ve been very persuasive. Most sane people wouldn’t resort to such things, but Hayley could’ve easily allowed someone to rough her up, especially since it was the type of thing she liked during sex.

It had been shortly after we married when she wanted to experiment in the bedroom. The rougher the sex, the harder she’d come. Back when I was trying to work things out with her, I’d given her everything she had wanted and more. Hayley got off on the suffering of others, even when it came at her own expense. The first time she had cheated during our marriage, it’d been with some sadistic asshole she met through one of the other Queen Bees. Philando didn’t have my money, but he had time which was the one thing I didn’t have to give her.

Her infidelity almost ended our marriage, and I wished now that it had. She became pregnant soon after with Kaylee, and once tests were done proving her paternity, we decided to stay married for the children’s sake. Neither one of us wanted to be with the other, but we tried our best to make it work. I fell into my career even more, and she just became embittered and even more vindictive. Over time, we just learned to live with one another until I couldn’t do it anymore, and I told her I wanted a divorce. After a lot of arguing, we’d decided on a legal separation instead. She’d been insistent that we could get back together, but I had been, and was still, resolute that things were truly over. During our marriage, I had never been with another woman, and the same had been true during our separation until I had met Alessia. It was one thing for her to try to keep my kids from me, but it was another to steal the only other person who brought me any sort of happiness.

Alessia scrubbed her hands down her face. “I don’t understand.”

“I know,” I told her, then pulled her into my arms. “It’s a truly fucked up situation for everyone involved, including you.”

“Me?” she asked, then added, “I’m worried about your well-being, and you losing everything you’ve worked so hard in your career for.”

My arms tightened around her and I leaned in to inhale the sweet scent of her shampoo. “I will take care of this, but there is something I need you to do in the meantime.”

She looked up at me with those wide eyes of hers, and I wanted to do nothing more than throw her onto the bed and strip her out of her scrubs. I needed to be inside of Alessia, bringing her to so many orgasms that both of us forgot our current situation. I couldn’t do that to her because it was even more important that I shield her from Hayley. If my ex was already this unhinged, any further provocation would send her over the deep end, leaving Ale vulnerable. I had to protect her from what I brought into her life, even if it tore me up inside to have to do it.

“What do you need?” she finally asked.

I cradled her face between my palms. “I want you to walk out of this room, then go home for the night. Once—”

“I can’t just leave in the middle of a shift. I—”

“I’ve given you a direct order, so just do this for me and once you get home, I need something else from you.”

She stared into my eyes, and I hated the tears I could see blurring hers. “What?”

“Go home and send a video to my burner phone from yours.”

“What kind of video?”

“I’m not going to lie. The next few days are going to be tough for me, so I need you to distract me in the way that only you can. Give me some glimpse of the life we will one day have together.”

“O-okay.” Her voice sounded shaky as if she was unsure she could do this.

“But that’s not all.”

“W-what else do you want?” she stammered.

“I want you to climb into bed, then pretend that one of your toys is me. I need to watch you find pleasure while crying out my name. Erase from my mind the things I just did to you.”

“I wanted you to do that,” she replied, and I leaned in and pressed my mouth to hers. I didn’t dare kiss her because it would end only one way which would be with my cock inside of her ass again.

“But you deserve better. I want you to remind me of the Bahamas. Of Boston. Of all the nights we talked about how things would one day be between us.” I then looked down into eyes which would forever haunt me. “I love you, Ale.”

“I love you, too,” she breathed, then I gently pushed her aside.

“Go home, and show me what you need. I’ll call you later.”

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