Chapter 2 Episode 2

Noa

I need a solution so badly.

I can't keep hurting myself like this, not when I still don't know if Nicholas is cheating or if he's simply wired to put everything else before me.

I mean, who chooses his wife over his company. Even I've tried to find out in the company who he might be fucking but he was known as the cold CEO who doesn't look at other girls.

Nicholas was known for his nonchalant behaviour, not just to his staff but he's doing it to his friends too. He doesn't even have any friends again.

I saw all these signs and still chose to marry a nonchalant man like him.

All my fucking faults, now I have to take full responsibilities of my actions.

My pussy clenched, I can feel the hot liquid dripping on my pants.

My hands slide up to my big breasts, my nipples are rock-hard, aching under the thin fabric of my short dress. God, I need to be touched tonight or I'm going to lose my mind.

I walk out of the bedroom without checking the mirror. My face is probably a mess-smeared lipstick, wet eyes-but I don't care anymore. I can't hold back. I can't just lie there and pretend I'm fine.

The second I left the room, stepping into the hallway I collided with a solid wall of muscle which made me stumble.

Strong hands caught me by the waist before I could fall, gripping my waist tightly and pulling me back against a bare chest.

A soft gasp escapes before I can stop it as my eyes meet with my father in law.

Dominic is still here. He sometimes stays in the guest room when he's in the city. I completely forgot he might not have left yet.

My eyes travel from the hard planes of his chest up to his face. He's so handsome, and it almost hurts because I just realise that.

The silver in his beard does nothing to age him; he looks closer to thirty-five than forty-five. I've never seen him like this, shirtless, skin warm, so close.

We barely talk, I mean what business do I have with my father in law, he's just there.

My lips part. Something reckless and hungry rises in me. Before I can think about anything, something pushes me, I lean in and kiss him.

For one long minute I devoured his mouth. My hand slips between us, palm pressing against the thick outline of his cock through his pants, stroking slowly while he stands frozen, letting me take what I want.

Then sense crashes back in. I break the kiss with a sharp gasp, eyes wide, and yank my hand away like I've been burned.

Shit.

Did I just kiss my father-in-law?

Oh no, what the fuck did i just do?

"I liked it..." he whispers, his voice low and dark.

Did he just say that? I bash my lashes, like my father in-law just said that to me?

Oh, something should make me disappear, my legs trembled.

I step back, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, searching for words that refuse to come.

"Why did you stop?" he asked, his gaze darken in a way that should scare me. Instead it pulls at something low in my stomach.

"I... it was a mistake, Father-in-law. I was... caught up. Please don't tell Nicholas." The words tumble out in a rush.

"You don't want me to tell him?" He raises one brow. The air between us thickens.

His eyes drag slowly over me-from my bare legs, up the short, tight dress that clings to every curve, over the swell of my breasts, to my lips, then finally to my eyes.

I know exactly how I look: in the shortest gown I own, the one that leaves almost nothing to the imagination. Round ass, full breasts, every line of my body on display.

"Yes," I whisper. "Please. It was a mistake."

"Okay then." His voice is calm, almost gentle. "I won't tell him... as long as you're willing to continue."

He pulls me back by the waist, my heart skips a beat and my breasts rise with it; his eyes follow the movement.

Oh God. What have I just walked into?

"You heard me right, wifey," he continues, the word rolling off his tongue like a claim. "I want you to keep stroking my cock while you kiss me... before I bury my face between those pretty thighs and eat that tight, wet pussy of yours."

I didn't even try to pull back or resist him.

Why should I? When it feels this good.

"You have no idea how long I've been holding back," he says, voice rougher now. "How many times I've wanted to bend you over and fuck you until you can't walk straight. How many times I've imagined pushing you against a wall and taking that perfect ass of yours, fucking you raw."

My jaw dropped, stunned to hear him say that.

Lust and shock crash through me at the same time, leaving me speechless, aching, and completely at his mercy.