As Victoria approached him, Gerald's heart raced with anticipation. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her touch igniting a spark within him."You're still semi-hard, huh?" she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. "Let me take care of that."With gentle fingers, she stroked his length, reigniting the flames of desire. Gerald's eyes closed, surrendering to her touch.But amidst the pleasure, his mind wandered back to Mildred. He pushed the thought away, focusing on Victoria's loving caress.As they stood there, entwined, Gerald realized he needed to confront his feelings. He couldn't keep oscillating between his love for Victoria and his fascination with Mildred."Victoria, can we talk?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.She looked up, concern etched on her face. "Right now?"Gerald took a deep breath, unsure how to begin. "Yes." he nodded.Disappointed, Victoria sits up and looks at him skeptically. "What's going on Gerald?""I need to ask you something, and i need y
Gerald returned home, his mind reeling with guilt and desire. Victoria greeted him with a concerned expression."Hey, you're late. Everything okay?"Gerald forced a smile. "Yeah, just got held up at work. Sorry."Victoria's eyes searched his face, sensing something amiss. "You sure everything's fine?"Gerald nodded, avoiding eye contact. "Yeah, just tired. Long day."Victoria accepted his explanation, but her intuition lingered.As they went to bed, Gerald's thoughts drifted to Mildred. He couldn't shake off the memory of their passion, the thrill of their secret encounters. He couldn't wait to be with her again.Suddenly Victoria wraps her arms around him. He could tell she wanted him, but he was exhausted. Mildred has sapped all his energy."Toria, not tonight." he murmured.Victoria still makes a move to kiss him, but he pulls away. "I'm too tired my love." Then he turns his back to her.Victoria's eyes narrowe
Upstairs, Victoria lay awake, listening to the faint sounds of Gerald moving around the house. Her mind was racing, replaying the events of the past few weeks, searching for clues, for something she might have missed. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something—or someone—was coming between them. The idea that it could be Mildred made her stomach turn. Mildred was the only woman he had cheated on her with. Determined to get to the bottom of things, Victoria decided she would pay Mildred a visit. She needed to know the truth, to hear it from Mildred herself. And if her suspicions were correct, then she would confront Gerald with everything she had. She wasn’t going to let her marriage fall apart without a fight.By the time Gerald returned upstairs, Victoria was already out of bed, getting dressed.“You’re up early,” Gerald said, trying to sound casual.“I couldn’t sleep,” Victoria replied, her tone neutral. “Where were you?”“Just downstairs, needed some coffee,” he answered, avoid
As Gerald reached the door, he paused for a moment, his hand on the doorknob. He could feel Mildred's eyes on him, her presence heavy in the room. But he didn’t look back. With a final deep breath, as he pulled the door knob, a sudden knock on the door startled them.Gerald froze, his heart skipping a beat as the sound of the knock echoed through the room. His hand remained on the doorknob, and he shot a glance at Mildred, who looked equally startled. Her expression quickly shifted to one of annoyance, her lips pursing as she walked toward the door.“Who could that be?” Mildred muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with irritation.Gerald’s pulse quickened, a cold sweat forming on his brow. What if it’s Victoria? The thought sent a jolt of panic through him. He stepped back from the door, retreating into the shadows of the room as Mildred reached for the handle.“Wait!” Gerald hissed, grabbing her wrist. “Don’t open it.” he whispered.Mildred raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying
Victoria drove aimlessly through the city, her hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, hurt, betrayal—all swirling together in a chaotic storm.She had suspected Gerald of being unfaithful, but seeing him at Mildred’s was confirmation of her worst fears. The image of him standing there, looking guilty and pathetic, was seared into her memory. Her phone buzzed on the passenger seat, and she glanced at the screen. It was— Gerald. For a moment, she considered answering the call, but then she thought better of it. She wasn't ready to talk to him. She needed someone else. Someone who could make her feel good and forget all of her sorrow. Someone like— Nelson.She knew the consequences of going to Nelson. But she didn't give a damn! Her mind was made up. She picks up her phone and dials him.“Hey,” Victoria said, her voice shaky as she spoke into the phone.“Victoria? Why are you calling me?” Nelson's voice cam
Gerald’s car screeched to a halt in front of Nelson’s building. His heart raced, panic gripping his chest. The thought of Victoria inside with Nelson twisted his insides, a vicious knot tightening with each passing second. He had to make her see reason.He parked quickly and rushed out of the car, his footsteps echoing as he approached the entrance. He tried calling her one more time, but it went straight to voicemail. “Damn it,” he muttered, clenching his fists as his mind raced with thoughts of what might be happening inside—Victoria, vulnerable, angry, and in the arms of the man he had always feared would take her from him.He didn’t care about leaving messages. He needed to act now.As the elevator ascended, Gerald’s heart pounded louder in his chest. He could feel the walls closing in around him. When the doors finally opened, he stepped out, his eyes scanning the hallway. There were only a few doors, but he knew where she would be, and he wasn’t about to let Nelson have her. He
Victoria sat by the window of Nelson's apartment, her fingers gripping the warm mug of tea he’d handed her hours ago. The skyline outside was a blur of lights, but her mind was somewhere else—stuck in the doorway where Gerald had stood, pleading with her. His voice still echoed in her ears, raw and broken.Nelson moved quietly in the background, and stood behind her. He had sensed her unease since Gerald’s departure, and though he didn’t say much, his presence was comforting. She appreciated it—but it didn’t stop the storm brewing in her chest.Finally, she set the mug down and turned toward him. “Make me forget him, please?”Nelson looked at her, his eyes darkened with lust. The vulnerability in her voice struck him deeply, stirring something primal within him. He stepped closer, his hands finding her shoulders. "I'm not only going to make you forget him, but also male sure you never forget me again, Toria" he said with a hoarse voice that made Toria shiver. She nodded, her breath
The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the room. Victoria stirred in Nelson's arms, her mind tugged from the haze of sleep by the familiar pang of unease. The warmth of his body beside her was comforting, yet her thoughts drifted back to Gerald—the heartbreak etched into his face as he stood in the doorway.She untangled herself carefully, not wanting to wake Nelson, and padded barefoot to the window. The city below bustled with life, oblivious to the turmoil in her heart. She wrapped her arms around herself, the chill of uncertainty seeping into her bones. Despite the sizziling sex she had with Nelson last night, it couldn't still take Gerald out of her thoughts. It felt odd to be here and not with Gerald.A soft rustle behind her made her turn. Nelson was awake, his dark eyes watching her with a mix of concern and longing. "You're up early," he said, his voice husky from sleep."I couldn’t sleep," she admitted, her gaze dropping to the floor.Nel
The room fell silent, her words hanging heavily in the air. Nelson’s jaw tightened, and he looked away, the bouquet slipping slightly in his grip.“Is this about Gerald?” he asked angrily, his voice laced with pain.Victoria hesitated, then nodded. “Yes. I... I still love him. I thought I could move on, but I can’t. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”Nelson closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before setting the flowers down on the table. “I see,” he said softly. “I always knew a part of you was still with him. I just hoped...I just hoped you'll be smart enough not to go back to him.”Tears filled her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Nelson. You’ve been amazing, and you deserve someone who can give you their whole heart. I can’t do that right now.”He shook his head slowly, his face a mixture of anger and something else. “Thank you for being honest,” he said after a long pause. “But remember what I told you when you came back to me?"Victoria sighed. "Nelson..."He shushes her and stepped closer, "Alw
“Victoria, wait!” Becca called out, hurrying after her. Victoria didn’t stop, her heels clicking against the pavement as she strode to her car. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, betrayal, and the faint sting of vulnerability.“Victoria, please!” Becca’s voice cracked, and something about the desperation in her tone made Victoria pause.She turned sharply, her eyes blazing. “What could you possibly have to say to me, Becca? That you’re just another one of Gerald’s flings?”Becca flinched as if struck. “It’s not what you think. Please, just hear me out.”Victoria folded her arms, her glare icy. “You’ve got thirty seconds.”Becca took a deep breath. “I’m not here because of Gerald. I’m here because I want to fix this mess between you two.”Victoria blinked, her anger wavering. “Fix? You show up unannounced, and I’m supposed to believe you’re playing matchmaker?”“Yes,” Becca said firmly. “Gerald didn’t call me here. I came because I see how miserable he is without you. And befo
Victoria couldn’t. The months of hurt, anger, and longing collided in that moment, and when he leaned in, she didn’t resist. His lips met hers, tentative at first, as though afraid she’d push him away. But when her hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, the kiss deepened, growing more urgent.He swept her into his arms, carrying her to the couch as if the weight of their emotions couldn’t wait another second. They lost themselves in each other, the years of love and pain fueling their passion.Gerald's hands wandered, dipping into the bodice of her dress and tweaking her nipples, sliding beneath her skirt to skim her thighs. Victoria whimpered, as she kissed him with everything she had and when she finally touched her wet pussy with his fingers she exploded.Curling her fingers into his jeans, she yanked them past his hips down his thighs. Gerald kicked them off with hurried, efficient movements, not wasting a second, and Victoria smiled at his eagerness.His cock stood erect in
Victoria stared at Nelson, her mind reeling. His accusation against Becca was shocking, but something about his tone and body language didn’t sit right with her. She stepped back, needing space to think.“Becca didn’t mention that part,” she said carefully, her voice tinged with doubt. “Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier if it happened?”Nelson sighed, his expression pleading. “I didn’t want to upset you, Victoria. I thought I could handle it myself and keep the peace between you two. Clearly, she’s now trying to spin this to her advantage.”Victoria crossed her arms, her skepticism growing. “You expect me to believe she made advances at you and you kept quiet for my sake? It’s a little too convenient, Nelson.”Nelson’s jaw clenched, his frustration bubbling over. “Why are you questioning me? I’ve done everything to prove my love for you, but instead of trusting me, you’re taking the word of someone who has a history of trying to ruin your life.”Victoria’s gaze hardened. “Beca
Becca paced back and forth, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. Her mind was racing with everything she had just witnessed at Mildred's hotel room. The scene replayed in her head, and she couldn't shake the feeling that Victoria deserved to know the truth.With a deep breath, she unlocked her phone and scrolled to Victoria’s contact. For a moment, her finger hovered over the call button, uncertainty creeping in. It has been a while they spoke, and the last conversation wasn't nice. Will Victoria be willing to speak to her?Regardless, she pressed it, her resolve hardening as the line began to ring.“Becca?” Victoria’s voice came through, surprised but calm.“Victoria,” Becca said, her voice steady. “I need to talk to you. It’s about Nelson.”There was a pause on the other end before Victoria spoke again, her tone guarded. “What about him?”“It’s something I can’t discuss over the phone,” Becca replied, glancing at the clock. “Can we meet? It’s important.”Another pause, longer thi
As Nelson laid her on the bed, Mildred felt a rush of excitement. She knew that tonight was going to be different. Nelson's eyes burned with a fierce intensity as he gazed at her."I want to make you feel things you've never felt before," he whispered, his voice low and husky.Mildred's heart skipped a beat as Nelson began to undress her, his fingers tracing the curves of her body. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he kissed her neck, his lips sending waves of pleasure through her.Touching, kissing, licking, oh yes, all of the above. She wanted the full treatment, she deserved the full treatment. His fingers stroked her chin, along the line of her jaw. Her eyes slid closed, pleasure coursing through her veins at the simple yet effective touch. She watched him with earnest desire as his body crawl over hers until his face hovered above hers, his legs spread on either side of her hips. Id she lifted herself the slightest bit she would brush against his hard length, would feel hi
Mildred’s happiest moments were the hours Nelson spent with her, those fleeting instances when he chose her over everything else. She lived for the sound of his knock on her door, the way he smiled when she opened it, and the heat of his embrace. It was a joy she wouldn’t admit to anyone, not even herself sometimes, but it was there, burning like a wildfire in her chest.Her hotel room was modest, yet she made sure it was always perfect for him—a candlelit ambiance, soft music playing in the background, and her best dress hugging her curves. Nelson never stayed long, but those moments were hers, and she guarded them jealously.Even as she welcomed him with open arms, her mind was a storm of emotions. She knew the secrets he kept, the lies he lived. She knew about his engagement to Victoria, plastered across every tabloid and newsfeed. She knew about the promises he made to another woman, ones she could never dare hope he’d keep for her.But none of that mattered when he was with her.
Gerald sat at his kitchen table, nursing a lukewarm cup of coffee and scrolling aimlessly through his phone. The house was eerily quiet, save for the occasional hum of the refrigerator. He had spent the past few hours avoiding the news and social media, unwilling to see yet another update about Victoria and Nelson’s engagement. The thought of it was enough to make his stomach churn.A sharp knock at the door jolted him from his thoughts. He frowned, setting his phone down and rising to answer it.When he opened the door, a man in a neatly pressed suit stood there, holding a leather-bound folder.“Gerald Banks?” the man asked.“Yes,” Gerald replied cautiously.The man handed him the folder with a practiced, professional smile. “You’ve been served. Have a good day.”Gerald stared after the man as he walked briskly to a waiting car and drove off. Slowly, he closed the door and looked down at the folder in his hands. His name was printed neatly on the front, but it was the sender’s name t
Gerald was jolted awake by the persistent ring of his phone, the shrill sound cutting through the quiet of his dimly lit bedroom. Groaning, he reached out blindly for the device on his nightstand, his fingers fumbling before finally grasping it. Squinting at the screen, he saw a name he hadn’t expected to see: Becca.The sight of her name stirred mixed emotions. It had been years since they’d last spoken, their lives diverging after he moved away with Victoria to start a family. They had once been close—friends who occasionally flirted with the idea of being something more, though it never materialized.Curious and slightly disoriented, Gerald swiped to answer. “Becca?” he said, his voice thick with sleep.“Gerald,” her familiar voice came through, warm and vibrant, tinged with concern. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”“You did,” he admitted, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. “But it’s fine. What’s going on?”There was a brief pause before she spoke again, her tone careful. “