Chapter 1

It was one of those beautiful mornings of the coldest winter in the city of New York. Sapphire looked through the casement of the kitchen. The snow was drizzling making a thick white blanket on the vast garden surrounding their house.

The birds still did not come out of their nests feeling the chill of December. A few kids from their servant quarters were making snowmen and throwing ice on each other rejoicing in the weather. The sky was blue but cloudy. The weather forecast from yesterday said there was going to be a huge hail storm today. 

It is her mom's birthday tomorrow and her parents have invited her family to their house. "Good morning my beautiful wifey." Carlos hugged Sapphire from behind.

He kissed her forehead. "You are up early? Is there any problem?" He asked her in concern and took off the hair pinning it behind her ears that was covering her creamy white cheeks. 

"My parents invited us to their home, it is mom's birthday tomorrow. You know... they would feel happy if both of us visit them." Sapphire sighs already knowing his reply.

Carlos Walkhart is the world famous pharmaceutical tycoon, an eminent cotton textile industrialist and the Billionaire heartthrob of many teenage girls in the United States. 

He is twenty six year old, the youngest and the most successful businessman who could easily break the Guinness record of his predecessor Harold William by successfully launching his 25th cotton textile industry in San Francisco United  States and earning more than 100 millions in just five days.

Carlos is also the youngest magnate to be featured in the front cover of Forbes magazine consequently for three months. 

Though being an entrepreneur and no artist or actor from the entertainment industry Carlos cherished the extreme fan following.

Girls worship the soil he walked upon and found themselves fortunate to earn a look from him. When he tied the nuptial knot to Sapphire Shington, his childhood sweetheart and college mate, many of them were heartbroken but for Carlos it was only Sapphire since the day he attained his puberty.

"Darling please understand, you know the business is expanding. I have a conference call soon after I reach the office and meetings with shareholders continuously line up." Carlos tries to explain his difficulty in joining her at her parents' house.

Sapphire peeved looking around their crystal clean futuristic cooking room when Carlos's eyes twinkle enthusiastically. "I will be the first person to call your mom and also send her favorite flowers - jasmine and yellow roses. Okay, happy now honey?" 

The smile much awaited by Carlos dawned on Sapphire's features. Cupping her neck from behind he tilted it upwards and smooched her brims in a slow drugging and passionate endeavor. 

Sapphire's palms caressed the brittleness of the chest hair on his brawny sternum in an intense heat of libido. 

Carlos deepens the kiss reigned by the zealous entanglement like an Eros of amour. Their heated bodies flexed with the fecundity of exploring the sexuality of each other.

The kitchen gyrates into a chivalry of eroticism when a low squeak was heard from the entrance. Akira, the five year old daughter of the Walkharts, walked inside the kitchen holding her Barbie doll and rubbed her eyes from sleep.

"Good morning my Princess…" Carlos cheered, picked their daughter up and kissed her cheek. The breakfast went lively with Akira explaining their activity from last week's field trip to Carlos who was eagerly hearing her giving all his attention. 

Sapphire visited her parents along with their daughter and Carlos was like always her beloved - the most lovely and caring husband. He called her mother the next day early in the morning and wished her along with a delivery of her chosen blossoms, getting Margaret, Sapphire's mom, over the moon. 

Sapphire was to stay at her parents home for a week but the next day was a weekend. She wanted to surprise Carlos by coming back home early. Though they have been married now for the last nine years, the passion remains unfaded. Sapphire ardently thanked her stars for giving her an Apollo as her husband filled with affection.

She bit her lip in an attempt to suppress her smile and replayed the vehement smack they shared two days ago in an avid titillation. 

Though her parents insisted on staying, Sapphire took a cab and reached her home in the wee hours of Saturday Morning. She could have always called one of their chauffeurs but Carlos would know of her arrival. She wanted to please him with a mouth watering breakfast and thank him wholeheartedly in their bed for the care and love he always shows to her parents.

Sapphire's parents were extremely prideful of their son-in-law who is more like a son to them. Akira did not wake up yet. Today is the weekend and Sapphire decided to let her sleep for more but Carlos is always an early riser. He is off the bed before six on any day. She wonders why he is late today.

Sapphire quickly makes breakfast for the three of them. She had declared an off to their servants and chefs so that they could have a private family time. 

It is snowing heavily and Akira aspires to go snow skating. If the house chores were done fast they could go out together, have lunch outside and come back in the evening. 

Everything set in her plan, Sapphire walks to the bedroom to clear the bin when she finds Carlos sleeping naked on the bed. Heat crept up her face making her blush instantly crimson red. She knew when he slept in that fashion. A bed sheet was covering him from his waist and he was sleeping on his stomach. 

Carlos was an extremely romantic and insatiable man. Of course Sapphire has no complaints against it because she loved quenching his thirst for her. 

Crawling to the bed, she wanted to kiss him wild but for the present she would take care of the business in hand.

Sapphire walked to the soiled clothes corner and emptied the caddy taking the garments to the washing machine area situated downstairs.

One after the other she started putting all of them into the machine when she discovered an imprint  that cut the breathe to her lungs.

A lipstick mark on the collar of Carlos's shirt.