“What do you have in mind?” George asked, clearly interested. “One card. Whoever has the highest card wins. Simple, right?” Brandon said with a playful smile. “How much do you want to bet?” George asked. “I have too much money already so it’s a little boring,” Brandon said as he laughed softly. “What do you want?” George asked, sensing that Brandon already had something in mind. “Let’s see. What about a night with your beautiful wife?” Brandon suggested as he rested his chin on his hands and smiled innocently. George didn’t quite understand Brandon’s obsession with Elena, but he was more than ready to use that to his advantage. Since they had gotten in touch to discuss Brandon’s interest to invest in some of his funds, George had realized that Brandon had asked or spoken about his wife quite frequently. He knew that his wife was very attractive, so it probably wasn’t unusual if Brandon had developed a liking to her. Although he had no idea if Brandon had ever met Elena in person
His grey eyes watched me, and his intense gaze only served to turn me on even more. I called his name softly without knowing what else to say as his fingers slowly approached the wetness in between my legs. “Brandon…maybe we should…stop…” I said hesitantly. “When you’re already this wet? Are you sure? You’ve completely soaked your panties” he responded as his fingertips began stroking my wetness through my thin lace panties. “Ahhh…no…don’t touch me…there” I whimpered weakly. His fingertips stroking my love opening through the thin fabric of my panties felt so good. As if he knew how good it made me feel, his fingers applied more pressure as it pressed against me. “You mean, you want me to touch you directly, don’t you?” Brandon said knowingly before he chuckled a little at me. Suddenly, my panties were sliding down my legs and soon it was completely removed from my body. His hands were on my thighs before he spread my legs wide apart. I cried out at the suddenness of my legs bei
If I had thought that the night was over, I couldn’t be so wrong. After he saw that I had rested enough and was able to catch my breath, Brandon was all over me again. “No more…please. I can’t take anymore…” I pleaded breathlessly. Stone-grey eyes just narrowed at me before his handsome face bent down and captured my lips in his. The heat of his lips seeped into mine before I felt the wet tip of his tongue wedging itself in between my lips, forcing it open. I moaned softly when his wet tongue slipped between my lips into the depths of my mouth. I sighed at the pleasure of his tongue mingling with mine. His kiss quickly became more demanding as our tongues grinding against each other passionately. His arms tightened around my body as he carried me princess-styled in his arms. With long and determined strides, I knew that he was taking me to the bedroom of this luxurious presidential hotel suite. My whole body felt weak, devoid of the energy and the will to resist him anymore. “How
**Back to the Present**Morning arrived along with loud knocking sounds on my bedroom door. That was what woke me up from my restless sleep. I didn’t mind much because I wasn’t able to go to sleep anyways. This was the first time in a long while that I welcomed the arrival of the morning. I knew right away that it was my mother on the other side of the door and the fact that she was hammering on my door and screaming at the top of her lungs can only mean one thing: the news program beat me to it. They have probably seen, along with the other citizens of this nation, the news regarding my husband’s suicide. I reached for my phone and saw that I had almost a hundred missed calls from my late husband’s lawyer. That didn’t surprise me. I felt bad for the old man, but I had to wait for a while before returning his call. First, I have to deal with my hysterical mother who was still banging her fists against my bedroom door. “Good morning…” I said as I opened the door. “This isn’t the ti
Thankfully, I didn’t have high expectations from them anyways and so I wasn’t really disappointed. Avoiding their gazes, I sat down on the sofa while I waited for Lawrence to arrive. “So? What really happened?” my mother asked. “I don’t know either, mum. Our lawyer is on the way. You remember Lawrence, right? He’ll be here in less than half an hour. So please, save whatever questions that you may have for him…” I said emotionlessly. I felt cold and lost inside. If I could choose, I would choose to simply disintegrate and disappear from here. Their questions made me feel sick. Their lack of sympathy or feelings made me feel disgusted. It was obvious that all they were worried about was how much money I would walk away with from George’s death. …Lawrence was true to his word and arrived before the half hour mark. After politely reintroducing himself to my parents, he got down to business immediately. For his line of work, I knew that time was money. George paid Lawrence a lot and t
My mother continued to yell nonsense at Lawrence as she refuses to accept what he had just said. All the while, my father was silent, and he seemed to be deep in thought. I was grateful that he didn’t say anything to make the situation worst for me. There was no way that I could pay back 700 million dollars of debt. I mean, I didn’t even have a job. I was just a housewife that lived the high life as I acted out the role of George’s perfect wife. While my mother bombarded Lawrence with her tantrum, my father pulled out his phone and started calling someone. I glanced over at him and wondered what he was doing at a time like this. Perhaps he was calling someone that could potentially help us turn the situation around. Maybe if we can negotiate the debt down, we could pay the debt off slowly. As far as I was aware, my father’s company was doing well and so he should have some money. “I need your help. Yes, it’s regarding my daughter. I want to disown her immediately. I would appreciate
I gasped in shock as my mouth hung open at the inconsiderate attitude of the man. Staring at his back as he walked away from me, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. Everything that I own is being taken away from me. My branded bags, shoes, clothes, jewelry, art pieces and everything else. The staff started shooing me out of the penthouse. It was such an embarrassing and depressing situation that I just couldn’t bear staying in there any longer. Without getting my hands on anything, I called my driver so that he could drive me to a hotel. I didn’t know back that that from that point on, my life was about to fall into ruins bit by bit. The car arrived and I got in before sighing loudly. I leaned my head into my hand as I watched the scenery outside go by. The ride was peacefully quiet as we headed to one of the most luxurious hotels in the city. I remembered that George likes this hotel a lot for their oriental oil massage. Not that he could enjoy any of that anymore. “Madame…
My eye rested on the name of a friend from my days in university. We had known each other since the first day of university and had gotten immediately close. He, or she as he would prefer to be referred to, was against the idea of me marrying so early in life and we lost touch since I married George. It’s so ironic that the failure of my marriage is the reason why I’m going to give him a call now. “Hi…it’s me. I know that it’s been a very long while but…” I said timidly through the phone. “Oh girl! I thought you would never call. I was going to call you, but I didn’t know how things were on your end. Anyways, I’m so happy that you called!” the voice replied. “Thank you…honestly…I…” I said before my voice broke and I started crying. “Where are you? I’ll head there right now to pick you up, ok?” Justin said comfortingly. “Yeah…ok…” I mumbled through my sobs. “Hang in there, girl. I’m here for you, ok? Just hang in there…” Justin said. “Ok…” I whispered softly before hanging up.