(Emily's POV).“Oh, what good news is that? Let me know,” I said when Mike called me.“I'm not going to tell it here, Love. Get ready, you and I are having dinner together and I want you to stay at my mansion.”My cheeks flushed as I looked in the mirror. Hearing his wish for me to sleep there really embarrassed me. The thing was, he never felt embarrassed to ask me to sleep at his mansion. He was always open to saying what he wanted.“Alright, I'll get ready and I can't wait for you to arrive,” I said at that moment.“Dress up pretty, Love. I love you.”“I love you more.”When his call was turned off by him, I got ready pretty quickly. Since I had already taken a shower, I just had to choose the perfect dress that looked sexy in his eyes.To me, Mike is the only person who makes my passion come out only to him. I always wanted to show him my sexiness and maybe this was because he was my first partner with a considerable age gap.The last touch after applying my makeup was spraying pe
(Emily's POV).“Where is he?” I asked, feeling alone because I woke up that morning to the unsettling emptiness beside me. The sheets, still warm from where Mike had been, were now cold to the touch. I stretched lazily, the memory of last night’s intimacy still vivid in my mind, and listened for any signs of where he might be.That's when I caught the faint murmur of voices downstairs. Curious, I slipped out of bed, pulling on a loose shirt and jeans. The quiet buzz of conversation grew louder as I made my way to the living room.There he was—Mike—standing by the fireplace, talking to two sharply dressed men in dark suits. The morning sunlight streaming through the windows reflected off their polished shoes. I hesitated for a moment, watching Mike’s expression. He looked focused, his jaw tight but his posture relaxed. I had to admit, he was always in control, even in the most stressful situations. That’s what I loved about him—his steady presence.I cleared my throat and stepped
(Author's POV).Mike suddenly stood up from the small café table, his gaze narrowing as it locked onto a figure across the street. His body tensed, and Emily, sensing the shift in his demeanor, immediately grabbed his hand. "Mike," she said softly, her thumb rubbing the back of his hand in an attempt to soothe him. "What's wrong?"Mike didn’t respond right away, his eyes still fixated on the person watching him from a distance. He had that familiar look, the one he got when something wasn’t right. Emily’s heart raced. She knew that Mike had noticed someone—someone who shouldn’t have been there."Someone is watching us, I need to go after him," Mike said suddenly, his voice low, as if the mere thought of someone spying on them filled him with unease.Emily tightened her grip on his hand, pulling him back before he could take a step. "Wait, Mike," she urged. "It’s not a big deal. Let them watch. We don’t need to make this into something bigger than it is."Mike turned his gaze to her
(Author's POV). Mike’s footsteps echoed off the concrete walls of the office basement as he made his way to his car. It had been a long, tense day, and all he wanted was to head home to Emily. The idea of seeing her brought a sense of calm he desperately needed after dealing with Ellen earlier. He couldn’t quite shake the uneasy feeling Ellen left him with during their conversation—her persistence and the way she lingered in his mind were hard to ignore. As he approached the dimly lit parking lot, something caught his attention. A group of employees, their laughter echoing in the underground space, stood huddled together near one of the cars. He would have brushed it off as some late-night banter if it weren’t for the sudden, piercing sound of a woman’s scream. “Help!” the voice called, trembling with fear. Mike stopped in his tracks, his heart thudding in his chest. He turned his gaze toward the group, now clearly seeing a woman in the middle of the circle, struggling
(Emily's POV).“Well, I’m jealous after you told me about her, but that’s your past,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, though the pang of jealousy was still there. The thought of Ellen, a woman Mike once had a fling with, sat uncomfortably in my chest. I didn't know her, but yes, every woman who had a relationship with him back then, although they were just bed partners - I felt jealous already.Mike looked at me, his eyes soft, as if he understood everything I wasn’t saying. “I get it, Love. I would be jealous too if I were you. But I promise, Ellen’s not going to get anywhere near me again. She’s not going to try to get attention from me either.”I rubbed his arm, feeling the tension ease out of me a little. “I’m not angry. Just… jealous,” I admitted, a small smile playing on my lips. “You’re mine, Mike. I don’t want any woman thinking they can come close to you.”A grin spread across his face, and he raised an eyebrow. “Does that mean you’re serious about coming to the o
(Emily’s POV).“Turn out you're here too. It's still hard to forget me to shop here when there are so many choices of places?” It was Ben who was suddenly somehow in the shopping center as well. He was in his suit like a billionaire, looking fine.Tsk! Of course, he was fine without me, he hurt me and chose that shameless bitch. Why would I expect him to feel sad? NO WAY!“This isn't the only one I visited, I just visited another place before, just so you know,” I replied calmly.I walked away from him, but who would have thought that he would follow me, by my side? It was a good thing Mike didn't join me shopping today.“So, are you married? That ring seems to prove something,” he asked, looking curious.I looked down at my wedding ring but I didn't flinch at his question. I thought I should instead make him hot by pointing out that I'm ultimately with the guy who's on top of him.“Of course, I am.”“How come? Would a man want to be with a woman who has nothing like you?” He mocked
(Emily's POV).Our kiss was so full of burning desire that the room instantly felt hot to me. He even took off my dress to show my breasts, occasionally sucking them until I sighed at that time.I held his body tightly and kissed him back lustfully.My breathing became ragged when he started lifting me up and carried me over to the sofa, laying me there.He started pumping my body as his manhood entered my cunt, and it felt so good when I had just been tense about my encounter with my ex-fiancé, then was relieved by my husband.“Yes! Yes! Right there, Mike. Faster!” I pleaded, frustrated.He growled as soon as I asked, I knew he would never be able to hold himself back as I asked for more, and quickly, we both got our release.I felt his twitching inside mine, he looked up at me breathlessly like me, and then we smiled at each other.“Are you satisfied enough?” he asked, running his fingers through my hair.“Very satisfied. How about you?”“I'm always satisfied with you, Emily.”I kis
(Author’s POV).“Mr. Ben, you and Miss Jane are coming with us to the police station right now.”“What?! What the hell?! You came out of nowhere and told me to come with you?!” “Let me go!” Jane screamed and they became attention center to the employees there.At that moment the police did come to his office, more precisely Emily's office. He was surprised by the arrival of the police who immediately told him to come with them. Jane was also panicked and scared.“You and Miss Jane have corrupted the company's money and we have a valid report. Come with us.”Forcibly, they were both taken to the police station. They continued to resist and deny the accusations while the police did not let go of the handcuffed men.Ben looked panicked but he couldn't help but become resigned as there was nothing he could do. Meanwhile Jane at his side continued to grumble in annoyance.“Why are you doing nothing? Do something!” “How? I don't know what to do, Jane. I didn't expect this to happen either.
(Emily’s POV).Two years had passed, and our lives felt fuller and richer than I’d ever dreamed. Christopher had grown into a bright and beautiful toddler, and every day, I watched him reach new milestones with a mix of joy and awe. His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he absorbed everything Mike and I taught him, and he surprised me constantly with the way he understood and remembered the little things. I couldn’t have imagined that I would ever feel this deeply fulfilled or so endlessly proud of the life we’d created together.This life has changed me, too. Just two years ago, I would never have thought I’d find myself married to Mike—my soul mate and, yes, someone much older than me and, admittedly, the uncle of my ex-fiancé. In the beginning, our bond had been a shocking, unexpected twist that seemed almost too good to be real. But with every shared moment, every quiet evening together and every early morning with Christopher, I felt the truth of our connection. I loved him wit
"Daddy's home, Buddy!"The words spilled from my mouth with excitement I couldn’t contain as I stepped into the living room, only to find Mike already cradling Christopher in his arms. The sight of them together was enough to melt my heart. Christopher, so small and fragile, seemed to sense Mike’s presence the moment he walked through the door, and now his tiny hand clung to Mike’s shirt, his bright eyes wide with curiosity.Mike looked up at me, his face softened with a quiet joy that made my heart flutter. "I think he knows I’m back," he said, his voice filled with wonder.I laughed softly, setting my purse aside. "Of course he does. There’s no way he could miss you."I watched them for a moment, unable to look away. There was something so natural, so effortless, about the way Mike held Christopher. It was as if they were two halves of the same heartbeat, already so attuned to each other that even a few days apart felt too long. I didn’t want to interrupt, so I slipped into the k
(Emily’s POV)."I miss you."The words slipped out before I could stop myself. The moment I saw Mike step through the airport gate, every ounce of restraint I’d held over the past few days just melted away. I practically threw myself into his arms, wrapping him in a hug so tight I thought I might never let go.Mike’s hands slid around my waist, pulling me even closer, and I felt his warm breath against my ear. “I missed you too, more than you know,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. There was a rough edge to his tone, a subtle hint of all the things he wasn’t saying aloud. Before I could respond, his lips were on mine, his kiss hungry, demanding, like he was making up for every moment we’d spent apart. My hands slipped up to his shoulders, fingers clinging to the fabric of his shirt as the airport, the people, everything faded around us. It was just him and me, our unspoken longing filling the space between us until it overflowed.Finally, reluctantly, we broke apart, our bre
(Emily’s POV)."Don't cry, Boy. I'm right here," I cooed softly, bouncing Christopher lightly in my arms. His tiny face was scrunched up, cheeks flushed as he let out another wail, the sound piercing in a way that tugged at my heart.I felt a pang of helplessness, a familiar ache that surfaced whenever I couldn’t seem to calm him. Normally, when Mike was here, Christopher barely fussed. I liked to think it was because he sensed the balance and warmth that Mike’s presence brought. And now, that steadiness was gone, at least for a few days. I could only imagine how strange it must feel for Christopher to have half of his usual world missing."Shh, it’s okay. I’m here. We’re going to be just fine,” I murmured, trying not to let my own frustration leak into my tone.Despite my efforts, his cries only grew louder, his little hands curling into tight fists. I could feel my patience thinning, a creeping sense of unease mingling with the exhaustion that came from trying to soothe him on my
(Emily’s POV)."Take care of yourself, Mike. Call me as soon as you land," I said softly, feeling the weight of his upcoming absence settle over me.Mike nodded, his eyes meeting mine, as he gently cradled my face in his hands. "I will. And don’t worry, you’ll hear from me as soon as I’m down." He leaned in and pressed his lips to my forehead, his kiss lingering, soft and warm. Then, his mouth found mine, and I melted into him, letting myself be consumed by the kiss. It was longer, deeper than usual, as if neither of us wanted to let go. I could feel his unspoken promise in that kiss—a reassurance that he’d come back to me, always.The sound of his assistant’s voice cut through the air, snapping us back to the present. "Boss, it’s time to take off."Mike broke the kiss with a soft sigh, resting his forehead against mine momentarily. "I love you, Emily," he said, his voice filled with a warmth that wrapped around my heart.I managed a smile, my voice trembling slightly as I replied
(Mike’s POV)."Emily, I’ll be heading out on a business trip for a week. Want to come with me?" I asked, hoping to have her by my side for those seven days. Being away from her, from us, even for just a week, felt heavier than it used to. I just hope she wanted to come to me.She gave me a soft, apologetic smile. “Since having Christopher, I feel like I should stay around the house more,” she said, her hand instinctively reaching up to rest over her heart. “He’s so young, Mike. I don’t want him to wake up without his mom around.”I nodded, suppressing the pang of disappointment. It wasn’t as if I didn’t understand. Ever since Christopher had come into our lives, everything had changed—Emily had changed, and for the better, in so many ways. She was the embodiment of patience, grace, and care, and I was a fool to ever try and pull her away from that.“That’s fair,” I said with a grin, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “But,” I added, voice soft, “just remember, let me know if you head t
(Mike’s POV).The evening came too soon, and before I knew it, Emily and I were heading to the Johnson family home for yet another one of these "family dinners." They had never been a tradition before, at least not until Emily and I got married. Now, it felt like some unspoken agreement that we’d all gather regularly, whether I wanted to or not. The whole situation made me question things, wondering why we suddenly needed to meet so often when, in the past, we’d been perfectly fine keeping to ourselves. The irony wasn’t lost on me.Emily squeezed my hand, noticing the tension in my grip as we pulled into the driveway. “Remember, not everything needs to be faced with emotions,” she murmured gently, giving me a smile that made me feel as though we were the only two people in the world. “Tonight is just another dinner. We’ll get through it.”I nodded, taking a breath to calm myself. She was right; Emily had this calming effect on me, something I’d never known I needed until I found he
(Mike’s POV).“You aren’t mad at me? For not telling you about my visit to my father’s?”Emily’s question pulled me out of my thoughts, her voice soft yet searching as she looked up at me. I couldn’t help but smile as I shook my head, reaching to touch her cheek, letting my thumb trace the gentle curve there. Her expression held a touch of worry, but I could see something deeper beneath it—trust, maybe. A need for reassurance that ran deeper than the question she’d just asked.“Not at all,” I murmured, my voice low. Jimmy had told me she’d visited him, and, of course, I knew that meant Ben had been around. It wasn’t exactly a thought I enjoyed. There was still a part of me, small but insistent, that flared with jealousy, picturing Emily in the same space as him. But I wasn’t about to let that ruin this moment. I trusted her. She tilted her face up, catching my gaze with her eyes, which sparkled with a warmth that made everything else fade away. I lifted her chin gently, leaning do
(Emily’s POV).“Why don’t you give up, Ben?”My voice cut through the gentle hum of the garden, breaking the tranquility as I stepped toward him. Ben was hunched over, hands full of grass clippings as he tended to the flowerbeds in my father’s yard. His head jerked up at my voice, his face creased in mild surprise. Clearly, he hadn’t expected me to show up here, and certainly not to confront him.The annoyance simmered in my chest as I walked closer, a dull ache pushing me to get the words out, to speak my mind finally. Every time I saw him here, every time I knew he was just around the corner from my life with Mike, it gnawed at me like an open wound.Ben stood up slowly, straightening to his full height, wiping his hands on his jeans. “Emily,” he said, his voice calm but wary. “I didn’t think you’d come here just to see me.”“I came here to ask why you haven’t disappeared from my life,” I replied, my tone sharper than I’d intended. “After everything, why not just… give up?”He loo