005: I fucked your husband

CORRIE

"I'll bring a sample from Devon on my way back from work." My eyes watch from the corner a black Rolls Royce, matching my pace, it was obvious the driver wanted my attention the moment i left my apartment.

"I'll call you back Hatty, I have something to take care off." I hung up, my eyes never leaving the black car until I paused.  The car stopped too as I stared at it's black tinted windows. I immediately start smashing numbers as the call immediately got answered.

"Seems like I'll be late to work Mr Remington, I hope Herod isn't back from school already." I take a breath staring at the car once more.

"He's not." Devon stuttered. "His nanny is picking him up as we speak, you still have time—"

"Good." I interrupted as I hung up, putting my phone in the pocket of my skirt.

I walked to the driver's seat of the tap on the tinted windows of the car. The car windows slowly wind down to see a handsome man sharply dressed in a reddish brown uniform. He had a hat on as he lifts the hat up slightly as a greeting.

"Good afternoon Miss North." The man greeted respectfully with no smile in his eyes. "Good afternoon Abel, is Mr Nash in the back?" The moment I finish my sentence the back seat window wind down as well, presenting Mr Nash.

"Good afternoon Mr Nash." I smiled as he glared at me.

"What's so good about the afternoon if you're ignoring my calls Miss North." He muttered bitterly, his eyes darkening as he spoke.

"I apologize Mr Nash but I was clear about our last meeting. I'm not interested in tutoring your daughter. I take one child per session." I made my reasons clear, his frown deepened.

"I'll pay you triple than what the Remingtons are offering you. If it's money you want, I don't lack in that category." Mr Nash muttered, boasting even, a smile greeting his lips.

"I'm fine with what the Remingtons pay me, it's not really about the money, it's about the family, Mr Nash. I have this particular interest in the Remingtons, I would rather focus my entire attention on the child, even though I'm paid in pennies." The pride has slowly disappeared from Mr Nash's face the moment I said that, then confused ensued. He's was probably wondering what they had that he could never offer me, simply put, it was revenge.

He gave me a long hard stare before staring ahead.

"I suppose that we'll have to revisit this another day. I take it that you're late for work. Let me drop you off." He offered but I would rather walk than get in the same car with this man, he didn't look like he took my rejection lightly and it'll be a shame for me to end up in a ditch before i avenge my son.

"It's fine Mr Nash. The Remingtons isn't too far and I need to see a friend on the way." I smiled, his eyes burrowing into mine to dig out the truth. He let out a sigh as his window winds up so did Abels as they drove off.

I heave a sigh, letting out a deep breath.

I should probably think of moving since he knows where I live, next time he's going to show up in my front door.

You might be wondering who that is, that's Emmette Nash, one of the most influential billionaire in Springville. He moved here Four years ago and since the beginning of the year he's been trying to get me to tutor his Four year old daughter Emery.

Some people say his wife is a secret heiress and that he killed her and built up his wealth using her corpse.

I seem to believe the latter because he avoids any single discussion about his wife and anyone that is hiding something that vague, isn't someone I should keep around.

Even though he's Devon's nemesis in the business world. I keep my distance with one goal in mind.

To bring the Remingtons to complete ruin.

I suck my teeth, wondering what sample of Devon's DNA I should obtain.

His hair strands should be perfect but then a wicked smile crawled it's way up my lips.

That was too easy, I needed a challenge and I already knew what I was going to take.

I stop by a pharmacy on my way to the Remingtons.

I rang the bell as an old woman comes out with a wide grin.

"Hello Young lady, what can I get you?"

"I want the plan b and a sterile tube."

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"Let's end here Herod." I hissed shutting the book. I already noticed he was tired since we immediately began the tutorial the moment he got home. He came up late but I seem to have arrived just in time.

He shook his head as I chuckled.

"You're tired, we'll go again tomorrow so you should rest." I patted his head as I shoved my textbook in my bag. Besides I would be tired if I was in preschool learning kindergarten curriculum, the kid is Four years old for goodness sake, what did the parents expect with this kind of pressure?

Herod rubbed his eyes slowly putting his books in his bag.

"I'm going to use the restroom, Herod. I'll be back, but you should call your nanny," I said, watching him nod as he focused on arranging his books. Leaving the study room, I stepped into the long hallway, my heels clicking softly against the floor as I headed to the master bedroom with a specific purpose. 

I paused at the door, taking a breath before turning the handle and letting myself in. My eyes immediately landed on Devon sprawled on the bed, his pants unbuttoned, and his hand frozen mid-motion. A video of moans and gasps played loudly on his phone, resting beside him on the sheets. 

His face flushed crimson as he scrambled to push the phone away, fumbling to pull up his pants. "C-Corrie..." he stammered, his voice trembling with embarrassment.

"A-are you lost?" 

I didn’t answer right away. My gaze lingered on his crotch, where his erection strained beneath the fabric of his pants, the evidence of his arousal impossible to ignore. Finally, I locked eyes with him, stepping closer until I stood at the edge of the bed. 

"Poor Devon," I said softly, sliding my hands to the hem of my skirt. "Mimi has you taking care of yourself like this? How cruel." My tone was laced with mock pity as I slowly pushed my underwear down, letting it slide to the floor. 

Devon’s breathing grew heavier as his wide eyes followed my every move. "Don't worry, I'm here." I reached for his pants, gripping the zipper and dragging it down in one slow, deliberate motion. 

He didn’t stop me, didn’t even try. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. Without hesitation, I wrapped my lips around him, my tongue gliding over the tip as I teased him with slow, deliberate strokes. 

"Fuck," Devon groaned, his head falling back against the pillow as I worked him over. The salty taste of precum hit my tongue, and I pulled away just as quickly as I’d started. 

Without giving him a chance to protest, I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself above him. His hands instinctively gripped my thighs as I slid down, taking him inside me. A guttural moan escaped both of us as I began moving, my hips rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm. 

His hands traveled to my waist, pulling me closer as I leaned forward, pressing my lips to the side of his neck. My teeth grazed his skin, leaving faint marks as I worked him faster, harder. 

"Devon," I groaned, my voice low and sultry, but he was already unraveling beneath me. His breathing turned ragged, and his grip on my hips tightened. 

"I'm cumming," he gasped, his body convulsing as he released inside me. The warmth jolted through me, leaving my own frustration simmering. Of course, he didn’t last long. I shouldn’t have expected any better. 

I slid off him, biting back my annoyance as I grabbed my panties from the floor. "I-I shouldn’t have done that," I said, feigning regret as I hurriedly adjusted my skirt and bolted for the nearest restroom. 

The maid directed me to a guest bathroom down the hall, and once inside, I locked the door behind me. Pulling out the Plan B pill I’d bought earlier, I swallowed it quickly before getting to work. I scraped the remnants of Devon’s cum from my legs, carefully transferring it into the sterile tube I’d brought with me. 

I washed the rest away in the sink, holding the tube in my hand with a victorious smirk. One step closer. 

Leaving the restroom, I made my way back to collect my purse. The timing was perfect—just as I reached the entrance, Mimi walked in. 

"Good evening, Mrs. Remington. I see you went shopping?" I said, noting the branded paper bag in her hand. 

"Not really. I just came back from a pool party one of my friends hosted. This is just a goody bag. I can see why you'll confuse it though, you've never been to one even though you've been surrounded by wealth all your life." Her eyes glistened at her attempt to shame me as I tried to hold back the four words that can have her lose her mind at this moment.

The words, I fucked your husband.

I only smiled, maintaining self control.

"Good for you Mrs Remington. Herod was such a good boy today. He's such a darling." I praised her, her eyes gleaming with pride.

"I hope you actually did your job and didn't try to seduce my husband." She muttered jokingly but I could see the fear in her eyes.

"Corrie." Devon called as I turned my back to him. He was already changed into a different brand of pants and a turtle neck top. His eyes trailed to Mimi and then back at me. "Thank you for today, with Herod I mean." He said as I nodded.

"No, thank you for making my job easier.  It would have been difficult if you weren't around." I smiled but not as much as Devon did.

Mimi was suspicious as she immediately clung to Devon.

"I'll be on my way Mr and Mrs Remington." I turned my back immediately heading out the exit.

But I knew one thing, I didn't need to look back but Devon's eyes rarely escaped by back.