Page 100 of Now and Forever

Chapter 34

Jared

It began to occur every hour since I left the lawyer’s office building. Gisele would send naked images of her. But the last one was a full-frontal with a caption “ready when you are,” and it had gotten me so hard in the middle of a bloody fucking meeting.

I furiously reddened, choking on my saliva before I gulped water as the rest of the core team worriedly inquired if I needed a moment to myself since I’d been short-fused as of late. If they only knew about my divorce and how my soon to be ex-wife was tormenting me with lurid images of her wet gorgeous cunt…

Anxiously, I slipped my phone into my pocket, not willing for it to distract me any more than it already had. However, even though I honed my focus to the matter at hand, the provoking image hadn’t left my thoughts, leaving my cock in a continuous hardened state.

It was fifteen past nine when I found myself exiting the building, my mind heavily weighing my options. It was even wrong to ponder, but it couldn’t be helped. She felt too good, so I wondered, if I indulged in one more night, would it be so detrimental? We had already shagged earlier, so it shouldn’t matter, right?

With my mind still undecided, I found myself at the hotel’s bar, drinking my woes away. A pretty lithe redhead sat next to me and ordered a drink. In no time, she and I were heavily flirting. Her green eyes were mesmerizing, but when she incessantly dropped hints to come resume the fun in her room, I had a moment.

Declining her invitation, I found myself hastily exiting the bar, but instead of going upstairs to the presidential suite, I strode towards the valet, jumped into my car, and headed straight towards the compound, distractedly needing one more whiff of my addiction.

Upon arriving, I drastically parked in the driveway before rushing indoors. It was midnight, and the house was calm and quiet as I climbed the stairs two steps at a time. It didn’t take long until I reached her bedroom. And just as she promised, her naked figure glistened in the candle-lit room. She was fast asleep, beautiful as ever.

Making love to her would’ve been divine, but at the same time, the need to simply hold her held more appeal. So, I did just that. After stripping my clothes off, I slid into bed naked and pulled her right against my body, holding her. Nostalgia hit me full-on.

This was home, and the sad realization made me tighten my hold on her. “I love you, kitten.” Kissing her neck, I’d never felt more alone than right at this moment.

I basked in her presence until sleep finally caught on, temporarily releasing me from agony.

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It wassome time in the early morning when something pulled me out of my subconscious. A vacuum-like suction flooded my system, pounding a heady rush of blood towards my cock. A pleasure groan escaped me as I gently thrust my pelvis into the ungodly force drawing me into its mighty pressure. “Christ Almighty, Gisele!” A reverberated sound grumbled from my chest as I savored each lick, each deep stroke of her mouth. I had definitely missed being woken up like this. Damn and fuck.

My overeager hand reached out to the back of her head, pushing her throat deeper, making her take more of me before she choked and immediately let go of me with a loud popping sound. A feline-like smile gleamed as she enthusiastically crawled on my body.

Gisele situated herself on top of me, ensuring her cunt lips sat in between my engorged length before leaning over to passionately kiss me. “Good morning, babe.” Her hips undulated, toying with my manhood as her lips erotically parted. She slowly rocked me, one hand pressed against my chest as she leveled herself, the other squeezing her luscious tit.

I was mesmerized. This was how she made love to me, arousing us both to the point of madness before she’d lower herself down on my pole. Meticulously watching our rubbing sexes, my slit continuously excreted pre-cum. Letting my thumb wipe off the excess liquid, I then smeared it on her pink button before bringing it to her lips to suck on.

“Fuck me, Gisele,” I lightly demanded just as her phone rang, making her pause.

Biting her lip, she hesitated before she shrugged and mumbled something about forgetting about a call. It was six-fifteen in the morning. Who the bloody hell was calling her at this time? Irked at her sudden abruptness, the moment I saw her grasp the phone, I instantaneously snatched it from her. Dexter Berg, it said.

Gisele’s eyes bugged out before yanking it out of my hold. She then grabbed her robe and pressed the accept button as she hastily slid into the damning robe before stepping out on the balcony.

I might be the only man she had promised to have sex with, but it was rather obvious she was entertaining more than one. It was too much of a coincidence that she had persisted in not signing the contract in regard to her votes. Again, I had succumbed to my urges before thinking it through. Now I was paying for it.

Boiling with unbridled rage, I swiftly gathered my clothes that lay abandoned on the floor before carelessly changing into them. Grasping my keys in hand, I then sprinted out of her bedroom, down the stairs, and then out of the front door. Just before I closed it, I could faintly hear Gisele coming after me, yelling my name.

The car was where I left it in the driveway. Hastily pressing the unlock button, I instantly yanked the car door open before sliding inside. It was right before I was about to step on the gas pedal when Gisele emerged and stood a couple of feet away from the car, earnestly trying to stop me from leaving.

“Don’t go,” she yelped, begging as her lips wobbled, imploring.

I locked my jaw, quite determined not to be swayed with her wiles. This wheel of madness wouldn’t stop until I put a halt to it. After all, given the opportunity, Gisele would take advantage of the situation. And since I was quite emotionally unstable where she was concerned, staying away would be the best course to take.

Throwing her one last death stare, I shifted gears and reversed the Aston on the circular driveway before maneuvering it towards the winding driveway and out of the gates. I felt nothing. She had stolen whatever warmth was left the moment she had abandoned me for the likes of Dexter Burg.

With profound resolve, I called my assistant, Audrey, informing her I wouldn’t be coming in today but would be working from the hotel. She repeatedly reminded me I had a five-thirty fundraising black-tie event, and since my formal clothes were back at the compound, I was required to have a new tailored set sent to me by four. Audrey was efficient and worked seamlessly without needing to bother asking for little details.

In no time, I arrived back at the hotel. I let out a long, drawn-out sigh the second the door was secured behind me. My heart thudded loudly against my ribcage. It ached; it burned; it stifled me like never before.

“I’m done.” Shaking my head, I shut my eyes as I willed myself to squash the debilitating emotions trying to overwhelm me. “Get to work. Don’t think. Just work.” Running a hand through my hair, I strode towards the bar and gulped down a chilled bottle of water. The cold liquid eased some of the tension off me, and in no time, I resumed to where I left off, back to where I was in my element.

Work consumed me, and apart from taking a quick break when room service delivered lunch, I didn’t let off until my suit was promptly delivered at four.

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