4- Loveless Marriage

How could he have a son and then divorce them in order to get rid of his family to pursue his own dream? None of this will be pleasant, but if he marries that Mendez brat, he intends to do his best. "Give me the contract. I want to read it through first."

"Of course," his dad said, with a twinkle in his eyes, he knew he had won. 

"If I had heard from you in 3 months, I would have withdrawn from the contract. I don't care what happens to your company. Do you see what I mean?" Storm makes sure.

He nodded. "I'll make sure to put the exact date in the contract. But if you come back a day later, I'll have my own rules."

(1 year later)

She really needs some erotic wallpaper or pictures on the ceiling and walls. She probably needs some motivation or something. For the next 5 minutes, Aira Mendez stares at the same spot while her husband fucks her. There was no way she could call what they did once a week, lovemaking, or even enjoy the sex. She doesn't like Storm or just limits herself to like him.

Her control-freak brother asks her to marry him and even keeps her on guard until she does. They have been married for a year and they only see each other once a week in this horrible house to have sex to have an heir. Not that they can have heirs.

Before she knew she was getting married, she had implants that prevented her from getting pregnant. She wanted to get out and live her own life. That didn't happen. Aira wanted to meet new people, date, have sex, and do other things instead of being a wife, but-

Now, it's her home, but she's never lived in it because she hates it. The house is so cold, and gloomy, she was raised in a cold house, and she will not spend the rest of her adult life in a place that leaves her empty.

Push in, pull out, in, out. Storm continues to have sex with her while Aira just lays there. No emotion, no passion. With his face pressed against her neck, she kept counting the curves of the ceiling.

Every month before and after her period, she would go to the house, they would have sex, and then, he would leave her and go back to his own life. The women she imagined being with him when he wasn't with her didn't have this trouble. To her, sex with him is just boring. Their combination doesn't make any sense. Which is a shame, because Storm is a handsome man. He's the dark kind of guy.

His dark half-curly hair always looked like it needed a cut, but it made him look sinful, like his dark eyes. She never knew what he was thinking. They never talk, not really. Aira never asked him about his business or his life. He doesn't know what she likes, or that she has another life besides their weekly or once-in-two or three weeks meetings.

Storm tensed up and growled to let her know he was finished. Once he's done, there's no lingering touch or loving words. He wrenched himself free from her and headed for the bathroom. She refused to look at him. Lying in bed, she counted to five before moving. Aira and Storm have different bathrooms. She stared at her reflection in the mirror as his cum dripped down from the inside of her thighs.

They've been married for a year, and for a year they've been coming to the house to have sex. Storm thought she lived here, and she was sure of it. She stayed in the house for the first five months of their marriage until she realized he had a routine to visit her. The moment she realized his routine, she found a place of her own in the near and started life outside of him.

Running fingers through her hair, she sighed. There were no physical signs of sexual intercourse on her body. She met Chloe after a passionate night with her brother. Chloe has red marks from stubble and small marks from sex. What does she have?

She had some of his cum dripping on her leg, which was washed away when she stepped into the shower. Storm has sex with her only to have a son if possible. What he didn't know was that, before they were married, she used a form of birth control that involved having a tube inserted into her arm.

She was safe for another three months to their anniversary. Aira wanted to tell him directly, but he kept himself out of reach. He's so closed, so reserved, he never tries to talk to her. Aira was ordered to marry Storm. She didn't know him, and what she knew, she didn't like him. He's a workaholic billionaire heir. He runs his family's business, as well as his own.

She had also seen pictures of him in magazines, alongside models and business partners. Aira was hurt the first time she saw it, not because she loved him, but because he made her feel like a fool. From the moment she started living her own life, she didn't care. He has his life, she has hers, and the media has long since stopped questioning their appearances.

Stepping into the shower, she starts thinking about what she's going to do for the week ahead. She has three films to shoot and two more series to tackle. Her manager wants to do contract work for her international films.

Everything in her life is changing, and she wishes she could keep up with it all. She may come from a famous family and live a media life, but she doesn't like it. Aira went to great lengths in her life to avoid the media, but her love brought her back to the media.

After taking a shower, she took the clothes and went into the bedroom. She quickly dressed and walked downstairs. She made herself a hot cup of coffee.

Goes to the living room. She sat down on the sofa when the Storm appeared.

"I'm leaving. I have a business to attend to"

"All right." She was leafing through a magazine, too lazy to look up. "

Do you have anything to say to me? Or there's something you want me to buy something for you?" he asked.