“Of course not! I had a few, but—anyway,” Elvie quipped, feeling bold. “Does she know?”“Know what?” His lips broadened into an even wider grin, but that meant nothing. Zander was always nonchalant. A meteor could be speeding towards Earth at the speed of light, crashing and killing all of them in exactly two hours, and he still wouldn’t skip the foreplay when he took this girl to his presidential suite for their sexcapade.“Any of the following things, really. One—" Elvie jerked her thumb up. "That's your thing. You pretend to be single while your daughter is waiting for you!” She pointed her forefinger at him.“What?” he frowned.“Idiot! It’s your schedule tonight, remember? Your turn to read Thea her bedtime stories.” She scoffed and looked at the woman, then back to him. “And two, is this your thing? You take women to a hotel suite for the night; fuck her? Our divorce isn't even finalised yet, you asshole—” Then again, she gave him the middle finger, narrowing her eyes, and wonder
Sundays were Thea days.Days of echoed laughter in the mansion and the silent murmur of the staff and of course, munching on sweets and stealing glances at the main door, hoping Zander would appear and rescue her from the tower of dragons with one heated kiss. Yeah, it would never happen, but still, she hoped for something similar, so sue her.Today, Thea practically pushed her out the door. She’d made some excuse about getting some vitamin D, but it wasn’t even that sunny. Nonetheless, Elvie figured Thea wanted time alone with her new Princess Fiona and Shrek tea set. The mansion was huge. It was too big for Elvie’s liking, so she went to the garden with a cup of coffee in her hand. Besides, getting some time to think wasn’t the worst idea she’d had. She also needed to read more about her late parents' company crisis. And though she’d felt a little unequipped and uninformed this week when Joey and she discussed it in one of their online meetings, which ended up in an argument, then a
Going into his mansion again wasn’t the most constructive thing to do, Zander thought, considering the little fixation she was developing. But of course, he could just reason that he wanted to see their daughter.He could smell her skin, the undertone of her vanilla scent, and her ginger-and-jasmine shampoo on every piece of furniture in Thea’s play room. Her office, however, screamed Elvie. Her personality jumped out of every corner of the room. Zander saw her in the cider-scented candles lined up neatly on the mantel like soldiers and in the framed pictures—her hugging Thea with a huge smile on her face. She was in the curtains that were drawn open, inviting the sun to pour into the room, and in the small, organised stack of newspapers and books on the coffee table, as well as the ring stain of a mug beside them that told him her favourite pastime. And in the unlikely picture hanging above the TV, of a girl reaching up to a heart-shaped balloon and watching it drift skyward and away
The hashtag #ChildHelp stared back at Zander from the cream banner as he entered the event, celebrated on the massive rooftop terrace of the Stanton Towers Hotel. Sleek pink and peach carpets, roses spilling from sculptures like rivers, and long tables covered in velvet black tablecloths—no matter how much money Matheo was going to raise here, it wouldn’t cover half of what this evening had cost.The old man wore a tux and a scowl, his new toy trailing alongside him in her gold chiffon dress that managed to have too much fabric yet still exposed the better half of her tits. Not that Matheo cared. He knew his new wife was screwing around, too. He wasn’t a hypocrite, and he was about as possessive of her as he was of the piece of human turd he’d nearly stepped on as he walked into work yesterday morning, exiting the train. He didn’t want to bring her, but even Zander recognised that they needed to show some kind of united front. Plus, it was a good opportunity for him to check in on her
Zander took a step back and watched the colour drain from Matheo’s face. For a second, Zander thought he was going to have another heart attack. Then he tipped his head goodbye to Elvie, winked at her, and scurried away, looking like a ghost of himself. They both watched him join his wife. Zander knew that if he took his time, Kristal would approach them now that Mathias was gone.“He’s trying to hit on you,” he told Elvie, too pissed to look her in the eye without snapping further.“That’s his business, not yours,” she said evenly, placing her delicate glass of champagne on a table behind her. The spring air was crisp and chilly, and her whole body blossomed into goosebumps under that dress.“You are still my wife, Elvie, remember that. Stop playing nice with him.”“No, you stop butting into my relationships with other people, Zander. Matheo is a friend, and he wasn't doing anything wrong.”He supposed it wasn’t a good time to tell her that Patrick Thomson—who’d wandered out on the t
Zander took confident steps into the room, each of them making his heart swell a little more, until there was a monster in his chest, hungry for his touch. The look on his face alone engorged Elvie’s clitory senses. She squeezed her thighs together, her underwear damp between them.“Whose idea was this room?”“Mine.” Zander smirked.“Why?”“Because I like beautiful, lifeless things.” His finger hovered over her face, making minimal contact with a lock of her hair and moving it behind my ear. “They can’t talk back. They can’t screw you over. They can’t fuck your future.”“Is this where you take all your women?”“Jealous, wife.” His slight smirk made my chest hurt. “If you were my woman, you wouldn’t be standing here. You are my wife, and no, I don’t make a habit of fucking women against these replicas. They’re worth over $100,000 apiece and hard to come by. Pick a favourite,” he ordered—not asked—gesturing to the vast room.Elvie resumed her stroll among the marble statues, feeling his
Elvie tried to rub herself against Zander, but that resulted in him moving away. He continued to tongue her, all the way down to her stomach, screwing his tongue into her navel and groaning, his nose paving its way down to her panties. Zander used his teeth to lower her underwear to her knees and stared at her for a few seconds, burying his nose in her slit and taking a lungful of air, breathing it in.She nearly burst out of her skin, every nerve in her body dancing to the rhythm of his heartbeat.“This is mine no less than it is yours.” He kissed the slit, flicking his tongue over it and teasing her clit. “Spread them wide, wifey.”WifeyShe didn’t have to be asked twice. She threw one leg over each of the statue’s thighs, spreading herself so wide that her inner thighs burned. Zander licked her crack to slit before plunging deeper.Every once in a while, he brushed his thumb or forefinger against her leaking center and pressed it between her butt cheeks, wetting the area. Elvie had
Zander had never believed in miracles.His experience with life had been that it was pragmatic, uncontrollable, and unpredictable—with a royal introduction to all three when he’d caught his lawyer with Kristal’s mouth wrapped around his dick when or when he caught Matheo with Kristal in the same compromising situations.Needless to say, Zander was not impressed with the way his ex-wife handled both men as they conducted their spontaneous playdates. It triggered the same loathing he had with Elvie and her brother, and he thought Kristal was different. And boy, was he wrong.Zander divorced her after a huge fight, and from that point forward, he couldn't remember a time when he was happy with a woman—not until Elvie came back into his life with Thea in tow.He was just happy.He had a family.For all the shit he had been through together, for all the affairs and infidelities and fighting through lawyers and stooping so low, they made him wonder just how bad, exactly, humans could be; th