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“Your mom?” I squinted. “Why would she do that? She has a lot to lose if the investors pull out.”

“No, she doesn't,” Henry replied. “Her sons had a lot to lose. My mother is retired and doesn't care so much about the company's well-being. She cares more about her ego and her reputation among her ‘people’.”

“She won’t sit back and watch her son marry someone from a lower social status,” I said loudly.

I bit my lip. I had warned Camille that this was going to happen. I wished she had listened.

Now, She was going to watch the man she had come to love deny her on national television. I could only imagine what that felt like.

“What’s going to happen now?”

“I don’t know,” Henry replied, “but I’m sure Troy can take a few heats from Mom.”

I rested my hand on Henry’s shoulders, informing him about my trip to my father’s house.

Henry smiled for the first time this evening. “I’m proud of you,” he said, as I helped him take off his jacket.

His shoulders relaxed at my touch. He exhaled as he gently took my hand and kissed it.

“You need a bath,” I announced and moved down to his pants’ buckles. I started to unzip his pants.

“Only if you take the bath with me,” he suggested.

I smiled, obliging to Henry’s request. I couldn't say no to such a tempting invite. After such a long day of anger and emotions, enjoying mind blowing intimacy with my husband would be a great way to end the day. Henry helped me undress as I did the same for him. Then he planted a hot, longing kiss on my lips.

Henry pulled away from the kiss. He looked at me before he swept me up off my feet. I held my hands around his neck for support, as we marched to the bathroom. Henry put me down underneath the shower head. He turned the knob and a spray of warm water poured onto our skin. His ripped chest enveloped me. My wet hair was now glued to my neck. I watched as water dripped down his chest, and my hand reached out to touch him.

Henry took my lips again, pinning me to shower stall tiles. He held my chin, a little too possessively, a possession I loved in Henry. My palm was running over his chest, prompting his hands to move down from my neck to my lower back. He slowly progressed to my butt cheeks. He lifted my butt, and again, he kissed me. He kneaded my butt a few times, then he moved to my breasts. He pulled me forward, and the water poured directly on us. His tongue found mine underneath the spraying water. A burning, intoxicating heat surged through my body.

We pulled away, taking a moment to catch our breaths. Henry was soon impatient as he moved in to take my lips. I tasted Henry’s tongue as well as the tasteless water from the shower. He held me by my waist, as if afraid that I could slip off his arm. His eyes were locked on mine, and he lifted my thigh around his waist.

I smiled at him, feeling the strain of his erection. Henry’s intense look sent heat to my core and an uncontrolled wetness between my thighs. I let Henry hang my leg the way he wanted; and as the shower continued to pour, his fingers found their way into me. He rubbed my clitoris, unleashing pleasure and passion at the same time. Then he bent toward me to take my nipple into his mouth.

Henry didn't linger as buried his face between my thighs. My left leg still hung on his neck, and I felt his tongue lick every corner of my tiny vulva. What skill! A gush of pleasure released from my body. I sought to hold onto something to prevent myself from exploding. Henry came back up as the water washed the white cream off his face. He kissed me once more like he’s missed doing that for a long time. His hardness poked my thigh before he slid into me – smooth, wet thrust that sent me off my balance. My shaky, unbalanced legs made him stop stroking. He swept me up, even with the wetness of my skin and took me gently back to the bedroom. I watched him crawl to me. He stopped when he entered without a glitch. I leaned toward him, my arched back met by his strong grip.

Henry went into a full, fast thrusting; he didn't break our gaze as he moved in rhythm. I held onto his arms, and my moans became louder with each stroke. A quick surge of pleasure hit me as I released like a tsunami. He increases his pace, and his hot spill stained my thigh.

“Are you good?” Henry asked as he rolled over.

“I’ve never been better.”

He kissed my shoulder, panting heavily. He sighed a few times, as he held me in his arms. We’d just had amazing sex, even more intimate than before. But somehow, I felt like Henry’s mind was far away from me and from our home. I wanted to blame the recent happening with Troy, but my gut told me it was something else. My gut never lied; sometimes it was more of a curse than a blessing.

Chapter twenty-one

Julia, Again

Henry

Last night as I lay next to Amelia, I couldn’t bring myself to talk to her about Julia’s news. I couldn’t because I wanted to confirm whether she was telling the truth or not. Today, I prayed that she was playing some kind of prank on me, and the protruding belly was a prop from a costume store. I scheduled a meeting with her at a hotel restaurant a few miles away in the outskirts of the town. Troy had a scandal to keep at bay, and I couldn't afford to have another.

Troy texted me, something about Camille leaving the house. I replied, promising him I’d get back to him the moment I got out of here. I had a lot of things to handle myself. I parked at the end of the hotel parking lot, wearing a baseball cap as a perfect disguise. I would be cautious to look around for a hidden camera. Just before I could turn off the ignition, I heard a knock on my window. I sighed with relief as Julia appeared before me, and I stepped out to meet her. I looked down at her tummy, hoping I’d seen wrong the first time, but her bulge remained the same.

I walked her into the hotel’s restaurant; the quiet environment made me confident that no one would recognize either of us. I took the seat across from her; and when the waiter came to our table, I told him I wanted a cup of water.

“Same,” Julia told the waiter and looked at me. Her hands were folded across her breasts, a clear sign of her stubbornness.

“You won’t even look at me in the eyes,” Julia began. “Is that how much you hate me?”

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