Page 124 of Falling for the Wife

I wretchedly howled her name as if it was wounding me while I watched in an animalistic, possessive manner as I stroked my length, spurting thick white cream all over her mound, mostly dripping onto her clit.

Drained inside out, I fell on top of her body. “Mine,” I confirmed for the last time before consciousness took me.

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Last night.

Was.

Phenomenal.

Her eagerness to match my animalistic passion made it easy to bond with Stella more.

Even though Zara would pop in and out of my thoughts all morning, the uplifting feeling I got from last night with Stella stumped everything else. I wasn’t one who counted down the hours until it was time to go home, but I became that man today. Stella… I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her, for starters.

I should’ve anticipated what was to come. I really should’ve because what came next, seriously threw me off balance.

My office, it seemed, was a place where bad news was delivered.

“I’m sure you know why I’m here,” he grunted, strolling towards the bar and pouring himself a drink. “I’d give her back to you now, if you promise to stop attacking my company. You’re bleeding it dry.”

“Good, that was my goal.”

“How can you say that? It’s your money, too. Your inheritance.”

“You use your money to manipulate people, Father,” I delivered, unperturbed. “How does it feel to be manipulated now?” My hands went inside my pockets, observing the old man that I used to adore and thought the world of. “Feels like shit, doesn’t it?” I smirked before I slowly strolled towards my desk and sat down. “The best is yet to come so you should scram and scour for new investors because, from where I’m looking, you’re reigning days are numbered, old man.”

“I’m your father!”

Oh, he had the gall to throw that into the mix. “You’re wrong. My father died the moment he tried to fuck with my life. If you were so scared about Zara, you should’ve come to me. If you had reservations about how I lived my life, you should’ve spoken up,” I yelled at the blanched stranger before me. “You didn’t have the right to get to choose for me, but you didn’t respect that at all. Instead, you went the cowardly way and betrayed my trust.”

Parents shouldn’t meddle. They’re there to support your decisions, the good and the bad, not fuck you over. I didn’t understand how others could think that simply because they were the parents that they could get away with anything. That they could treat their children so appallingly and still appear like they were the good guys. If you treat your children this way, there was only one way it could go… they’ll eventually rebel and would try to get as far away from you as possible.

“I did what I thought was best. I did it for you!”

That got me to snort, hideously. “Fuck off, you did it for yourself. For your selfish needs.” I shook my head, disgusted. “It all comes down to money.”

The old man kept quiet. He knew I wasn’t backing down. Now he had to find a different way to salvage his company because I wasn’t going to give him the easy way out. Oh no, Charles Kensington needed to learn respect.

It took me three years of careful planning, of hard work and sleepless nights, but I had finally done it. His company was crumbling. Without his money, he didn’t have any power to mess with people. Karma was a bitter nemesis.

“You can have her back. I’m sure she’d be more than happy to have you in between her legs again.” Charles threw out his last weapon. Zara.

How dare he? HOW FUCKING DARE HE!

“Fuck you! You have the gall to come in here and offer the woman that was supposed to be your daughter-in-law, but instead you took her away from me.Zara meant everything to me!” I got up, ready to throttle him by the neck, but I suppose he sensed my damning rage because he immediately went for the door.

“You can get her anytime you want,” he parted before he shut the door with him.

Zara. What the hell was I supposed to do with her now?

No, I thought, shaking my head. “Zara was my past,” I whispered. Thoughts of our happy moments flashed through me and I wasn’t going to lie, it still hurt like a bitch. Her betrayal ran too deep to be easily forgiven.

My anger was roaring in folds as my heart and mind recalled Zara. Gripping the closest thing my hand could grab, I flung it across the room, hitting the wall before it crashed to the floor. “Fuck!”

My father’s visit was the last straw. London stifled me and the need to get away was now necessary if I wanted to keep my sanity.

I needed to leave.

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