Page 89 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

My throat constricted as the memories knifed my heart.

“I had been desperate for success. I had been desperate to attain the highest position there was in the firm. And I put in the hard work… but it came at a cost.”

“It was November Fifteenth. Ariana went shopping, she wanted to bake cakes. Only Ethan and I were in the house. We’d planned to swim when I received a call from work. It was an impromptu meeting, I had to pay my due diligence even though it was my day off.

I swallowed. “H- he’d been watching a cartoon on the couch. So I quickly rushed out and thought I would be back home in no time. But when I got to work, I had to stay for a while. No, I- I volunteered to do the work.”

“I- I lost track of time. And w- when I got home he was…. The door to the backyard was ajar. I knew something was wrong. It was never so. When I reached the backyard, his body was there, floating in the pool.”

Her eyes widened in horror. An exact replica of how mine had been.

Releasing a thick breath, I dug my nails into my palms. “He had gone to swim by himself. He got tired of waiting for me and had gone to swim by himself. I’d carelessly left the door to the backyard unlocked.”

“…His eyes were lifeless. He’d drowned to … because I’d chosen work over him.”

It hurt to recount the experience. But I continued. “Ariana came home and what was supposed to be a happy birthday for me turned into a nightmare.”

“The following week we came to an agreement that whatever was between us couldn’t work. The memories were haunting. The guilt was constraining. And the regrets were overbearing. She filed for a divorce. All this happened within a span of two years. That was seven years ago.

“It’s funny how a couple of months later, I became the managing partner. After I’d lost everything.”

“Since then I’ve… I’ve not been the same,” I glanced at her. “Until now.”

Minutes passed and my throat tightened. Of course, she saw me as a murderer. She saw me as a v–

“It’s not your fault,” her hands clasped my fists. Loosening its grip. “I don’t blame you, and I don’t judge you.”

“..And no, you did not put work over him. You made a mistake. And mistakes are ways of showing we’re humans.”

The air was thick as the tides crashed into the shore. The pang in my chest slowly simmered away. Leaving a dull ache behind.

An ache only she could calm.

Her eyes held mine. The tender care in it could not be mistaken. I watched her chest rise, her cleavage peeking through the v-cut of her dress.

Slowly I leaned over the table to place a gentle kiss on her lips. Her hands held my face in place. And she doubled the intensity.

In a flash, she straddled me in my chair. I let her take control of the kiss for a moment. Before my tongue beckoned her to follow mine.

Her hands trailed my neck down to my chest. Before dropping lower.

I released a small grunt when she cupped my hardened length. Abruptly she broke the kiss and pulled back.

“Let me,” she breathed. Slowly rubbing her palms against the fabric of my pants.

All rational thoughts eluded me as I leaned backward and she knelt before me. The strain in my pants grew tighter.

She slowly pulled my belt and tugged the waistband of my briefs. I raised my hips. Hissing in pleasure when her hands grabbed me.

Immediately, she fisted me and began pumping. Increasing the pressure at every interval. Her second fingers reached my balls as she fondled them.

“Fuck, Renee,” I gritted my teeth. Without warning her mouth replaced her hands, before taking me in.

I fisted her hair. Her head bobbed up and down. My hands controlled her pace.

She continued sucking, taking as much of me as she could. I watched her breasts beg to spill at her motion. Until I couldn’t hold it anymore.

I moved to readjust my position. But her lips remained secured around my length.

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