Chapter three: Breaking down at his news

DAMIEN POV CONT

I reached and took her hands from my pants and then moved down to peel her panties out of the way before lining my hard cock at her entrance.

"Ready?"

She nodded, her grey eyes a dark pool of lust.

I swung my hip forward burying hip cock half way inside her gushing warmth. My eyes closed again as her soft channel hugged my cock snugly feeling my whole system with unimaginable pleasure.

Lily was only too happy to express her pleasure, unmindful that we are in the office. I wasn't scared of us being heard. My office is sound prove, with privacy glass, and also is after work hours and most employees have gone.

I moved again burying all my twelve inches wide girth inside her.

"Ah!!!" She moaned

"Mmm," I replied as fire licked our skin. I started a slow thrust into her wet pussy, moving my hips leisurely like we have all the time in the world, and when we couldn't bear the pleasure any more when the need to cum became so much I started thrusting furiously, deeply into her.

She screamed, scratching my back through my work shirt.

I kissed her to swallow her screams, thrusting until she couldn't scream or cum anymore before I came inside her with a deep grunt.

We panted as we rode down from our sex high, our bodies slightly sweaty.

"Wow!"

I smirked at her awed expression.

"Did you get what you came from?" I teased pulling away from her.

"Are you saying I only came to get fucked?" She teased back picking a wipe to clean herself.

"You said it, I didn't." I picked one of the bags on the table taking out the food inside.

We ate while we talked.

"I am going to tell her tonight."

"Is about damn time," she growled with her mouth filled with food.

I should be feeling happy that soon I will have my freedom but that isn't what I was feeling which is weird.

I have always thought that I needed to be free from Kamaria so what's going on.

I didn't communicate any of this with Lily and after we finished eating I took her home and then drove home.

When I got into the house all the euphoria I felt with Lily disappeared and a bit of tension gripped me.

That is another thing that makes me want to get my freedom from Kamaria. With Lily I am myself, but with Kamaria I am driven to be better because I am scared of disappointing her. Kamaria is one of the most brilliant woman I have ever seen, and when we were growing up she was someone I considered untouchable. When we got married I didn't know how to relate with her still don't know. Her calm demeanor even in the face of adversity disconcerts me.

I opened the door to our bedroom and found her brushing her hair. My heart skipped. That is the part I don't understand. Kamaria doesn't need to do anything to get my heart racing. She makes me feel not in control and I hate that.

We got the greeting and the small talk out of the way and then I told her what I have been gearing up for weeks to say.

“Let’s get a divorce,” the words spilled out of me like they had a mind of their own.

KAMARIA POV

Even though his words caused me to flinch like someone who was suddenly pinched I wasn't shocked by his words. It was long time coming. I am a little surprise he waited this long.

The reason why we married, the glue that was holding our marriage together is gone, so there is no longer any reason for us to continue being together.

Though his pronouncement didn't come as a surprise that doesn't mean it hurt any less.

The pain that I was experiencing in my chest was as excruciating as a heart attack and it took everything in me to keep it off my face.

It wouldn't do me any good for him to see my pain, is not going to change his mind. Damien is not a man moved by his emotions and the only thing I will get for my effort is pity.

And I hate that.

Damien and I only got married because our fathers willed it. As young boys Damien's father and mine were best of friends. Their friendship was so tight that they made a part that if they have kids of different sex they have them marry each further fostering their friendship and family closeness.

Damien and I grew up together as family friends even though his family is way richer and powerful than mine. I used to feel very self conscious whenever we have to go to theirs for dinner or any function.

When our fathers announced our marriage to us I was secretly glad because Damien had been my crush since I was a teenager but I never thought I had a chance with him. I wasn't the kind of girls he went out with. Tall skinny beautiful women with looks like runway models. I was short very curvy and average looks. So not Damien's type.

Though I was happy it wasn't the same for Damien who already have someone he was in love with, but he couldn't back out because his father threatened to cut him off and the old man was dying of prostate cancer.

A month ago he passed on and that is why we having this discussion now.

"Alright," I said calmly and laid down with the intention of going right to sleep.

But sleep was as elusive as elusive as one’s shadow.

I felt him leave the room as soon as he was done undressing and that is when the dam broke.

The rigid control I had over my emotions while he was still in the room loosened and the tears came. I wept bitterly like a child. My heart aching like it had hundred needles sticking into it.

I curled into myself on the bed, wondering if I could fold myself out of existence, wondering if there was anything I could do for this heart ache.

This was the worst pain I have ever felt, and I have felt a whole lot of pain.

Since getting married to Damien, I have lost count how many times he had broken my heart. Is it with the cold, indifferent way he treated me, like I didn’t matter, or the blatant disregard of my feelings while he did what he wanted with his mistress.

But with all these things the only thing that consoled me was that he was married to me, at least I had his name, and soon I might have his child.

Looks like is never happening.