Suzanne’s pov:The rest of the day dragged on in agonizing slowness. Even after Stella left, her words lingered in my mind. Dominic was avoiding me. That was clear. But what wasn’t clear was why. Why was he reacting like this? What exactly had changed?I paced around the house, restless. Dominic still hadn’t come out from his study, and I refused to go knocking on his door like some desperate woman begging for his attention. I had my pride.By evening, I curled up on the couch with my phone, mindlessly scrolling through social media. That’s when I saw it.A picture.Dominic and a young woman.As I looked closer, my stomach dropped. It was Rachel.They stood close together, him in a sharp suit, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. She was beautiful, her smile warm, her eyes gleaming with admiration.The caption beneath the image read: Rachel and Dominic Khan spotted at a private charity event overseas last year. The ever-elusive CEO has always kept his personal affairs private, b
Dominic’s pov:I watched her leave, her back rigid, her steps hurried as if she couldn’t escape fast enough. The door clicked shut behind her, and for a long moment, I just sat there, staring at the space she had occupied. My fingers curled into a fist against the polished wood of my desk.Damn it.The call I had been on cracked back to life. “Dom?”I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Yeah.”Desmond exhaled on the other end. “So, are you finally going to tell her, or are you going to keep up this act and let her drown in her own conclusions?”I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes. “It’s none of her concern.”“She’s your wife,” he countered. “Contract or not, she’s living in your house, in your life. You can’t expect her to sit in silence while the whole world speculates about you and Rachel.”I clenched my jaw. “I told her not to believe everything she reads.”Desmond scoffed. “That’s not enough, and you know it. If you don’t tell her, you lose control of the situation.
Suzanne’s pov:Guilt was a heavy thing. It sat in my chest like a boulder, suffocating and unrelenting. I had stormed out of Dominic’s study deeply offended, convinced I had been wronged and betrayed. But now, as I sat curled up in bed, staring at my phone, the weight of my assumptions pressed down on me.I had been so sure, so utterly convinced that he was hiding some grand, devastating secret. And yet, the truth had been something else entirely—something deeper, something that spoke of responsibility and loyalty, not betrayal.With a groan, I buried my face in my hands. I jumped to conclusions. Again.Before I could talk myself out of it, I scrolled through my contacts and tapped Stella’s name.She picked up on the second ring. “Well, well, well,” she drawled. “To what do I owe the honour of this late-night confession?”I sighed. “I messed up, Stella.”There was a pause. Then, “Tell me everything.”I did. From the moment I saw the article, to the confrontation in his office, to th
Dominic’s pov:The dining room was quiet except for the occasional clink of silverware against the delicate plates. I stared at the plate in front of me, my appetite conflicted with the weight of my emotions. Suzanne had cooked for me.I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Normally I would have ordered her not to enter the kitchen. She sat across from me, serving Kaii small spoonfuls of mashed potatoes while stealing glances in my direction. I didn’t look at her, but I felt it—the nervous anticipation in her body language, the way she pressed her lips together every time I lifted my fork but didn’t take a bite.Finally, I cut a piece of the steak, speared it, and brought it to my mouth. The moment the flavour hit my tongue, I froze.It was incredible.Rich, perfectly seasoned, cooked just the way I liked it. I had eaten meals prepared by the best chefs in the world, but this… this was different. It was warm, comforting, and oddly personal. Before I knew it, my plate was empty, and
Suzanne’s pov:When he finally plunged his hard cock into my wet vagina, my clitoris arched, they craved filling and he was doing just that.He began slowly, teasing me, while still sucking on my hard tits, I felt helpless yet my body wanted this. “Dominic… oh Dom…”Although my eyes were closed. But when I opened them slightly, gasping for air as his cock hit my cunt, I caught a glimpse of him. His forehead pulled together, his mouth open as well.He was in the same world as me. “Argh” I screamed when he took his cock out of me. “What are you doing?” my brows furrowed.Then he picked me up from the bed and turned me around. My ass facing him. “Straighten your hands forward.” I obeyed.He plunged his cock into me once more, but this time harder. His hands wrapped around my waist. Pulling me, pushing me, as the rhythm of our bodies aligned.He wasted no time in increasing the pace. “Oo…” I moaned and pulled the sheets as my eyes popped, my mouth open.Back and forth, he increased his sp
Suzanne’s pov:I sat in the living room, my mind spiralling, my heart pounding erratically against my ribs. The weight of Dominic’s words pressed down on me like a stone, suffocating and unbearable.“I can’t give you details.”The words kept playing over and over in my mind, slicing through the fragile trust I had begun to rebuild with him.He didn’t even try to ease my fears, didn’t try to assure me that it was nothing. He just left me with those five damning words. No explanation, no comfort. Nothing.I had spent the last hour pacing the room, clenching and unclenching my fists, trying to convince myself that I was overreacting.That there was some logical reason why Fiona, the woman who had shattered my life, was calling my husband.But no matter how much I tried to rationalize it, my gut twisted with unease.I ran a hand through my hair, frustration bubbling beneath my skin. Why was he being so secretive? Why was he refusing to let me in? After everything we had been through, aft
Suzanne’s pov:The air in the house felt heavier than usual, thick with unspoken words and unanswered questions.Ever since Fiona’s name flashed on Dominic’s phone screen, the walls of our home had begun to feel like a cage.I needed to get out.The silence between Dominic and me had become unbearable. The more I tried to make sense of things, the more my mind spiralled into chaos.I refused to sit around waiting for an explanation that might never come. I needed air, space, and someone who wasn’t Dominic to talk to.I grabbed my coat and sent a quick message to Stella, asking if she was free. Her response was instant.“Meet me at our usual spot.”I exhaled in relief. At least one thing in my life still felt stable.As I stepped out onto the street, the chill of the evening air bit at my skin.I pulled my coat tighter around me, trying to shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in my stomach. Something felt... off.It started as a prickling at the back of my neck, an awareness I cou
Dominic’s pov:The silence between us had become unbearable, thick with tension neither of us wanted to break.Suzanne had been distant, colder than she had ever been. I had to do something. Anything.That’s why I was taking her away…I found her in the sitting room, absently flipping through a magazine she wasn’t actually reading.She looked up when I entered, her expression blank, as if she had already decided she wouldn’t care about whatever I was about to say.“We’re leaving tomorrow,” I announced, getting straight to the point.She raised an eyebrow. “Leaving?”“Yes. You and I. A vacation.”She scoffed, tossing the magazine onto the table. “You think a vacation is going to fix everything?”“I think we need time away from all this,” I countered. “Somewhere private. Just us.”She let out a humourless laugh, standing up. “Where?”“A private island.”She stared at me for a long moment, her arms crossed. “And you decided this without asking me?”“I wasn’t going to give you the chance
Dominic’s pov:A stewardess greeted us with a warm smile, but Suzanne barely acknowledged her before sinking into a seat by the window.I took the seat opposite her, stretching out, watching her. She was angry. No, beyond angry, this was a quiet storm brewing beneath the surface. I needed to fix this. But how do you fix something when the other person won’t even tell you what’s broken?The jet took off, the soft vibrations running through the cabin. I poured myself a drink, letting the amber liquid swirl in the glass.“You’re really not going to talk to me?” I asked, finally breaking the silence.Suzanne’s fingers tightened around the armrest, her lips pressing into a thin line. Still, she said nothing.I sighed, setting my glass down. “Suzanne, we can’t keep doing this.”She turned her head slightly, just enough for me to see the flicker of something in her eyes, hurt, confusion, anger, but she looked away just as quickly.“Tell me what you want,” I pressed. “You want answers? You w
Dominic’s pov:The silence between us had become unbearable, thick with tension neither of us wanted to break.Suzanne had been distant, colder than she had ever been. I had to do something. Anything.That’s why I was taking her away…I found her in the sitting room, absently flipping through a magazine she wasn’t actually reading.She looked up when I entered, her expression blank, as if she had already decided she wouldn’t care about whatever I was about to say.“We’re leaving tomorrow,” I announced, getting straight to the point.She raised an eyebrow. “Leaving?”“Yes. You and I. A vacation.”She scoffed, tossing the magazine onto the table. “You think a vacation is going to fix everything?”“I think we need time away from all this,” I countered. “Somewhere private. Just us.”She let out a humourless laugh, standing up. “Where?”“A private island.”She stared at me for a long moment, her arms crossed. “And you decided this without asking me?”“I wasn’t going to give you the chance
Suzanne’s pov:The air in the house felt heavier than usual, thick with unspoken words and unanswered questions.Ever since Fiona’s name flashed on Dominic’s phone screen, the walls of our home had begun to feel like a cage.I needed to get out.The silence between Dominic and me had become unbearable. The more I tried to make sense of things, the more my mind spiralled into chaos.I refused to sit around waiting for an explanation that might never come. I needed air, space, and someone who wasn’t Dominic to talk to.I grabbed my coat and sent a quick message to Stella, asking if she was free. Her response was instant.“Meet me at our usual spot.”I exhaled in relief. At least one thing in my life still felt stable.As I stepped out onto the street, the chill of the evening air bit at my skin.I pulled my coat tighter around me, trying to shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in my stomach. Something felt... off.It started as a prickling at the back of my neck, an awareness I cou
Suzanne’s pov:I sat in the living room, my mind spiralling, my heart pounding erratically against my ribs. The weight of Dominic’s words pressed down on me like a stone, suffocating and unbearable.“I can’t give you details.”The words kept playing over and over in my mind, slicing through the fragile trust I had begun to rebuild with him.He didn’t even try to ease my fears, didn’t try to assure me that it was nothing. He just left me with those five damning words. No explanation, no comfort. Nothing.I had spent the last hour pacing the room, clenching and unclenching my fists, trying to convince myself that I was overreacting.That there was some logical reason why Fiona, the woman who had shattered my life, was calling my husband.But no matter how much I tried to rationalize it, my gut twisted with unease.I ran a hand through my hair, frustration bubbling beneath my skin. Why was he being so secretive? Why was he refusing to let me in? After everything we had been through, aft
Suzanne’s pov:When he finally plunged his hard cock into my wet vagina, my clitoris arched, they craved filling and he was doing just that.He began slowly, teasing me, while still sucking on my hard tits, I felt helpless yet my body wanted this. “Dominic… oh Dom…”Although my eyes were closed. But when I opened them slightly, gasping for air as his cock hit my cunt, I caught a glimpse of him. His forehead pulled together, his mouth open as well.He was in the same world as me. “Argh” I screamed when he took his cock out of me. “What are you doing?” my brows furrowed.Then he picked me up from the bed and turned me around. My ass facing him. “Straighten your hands forward.” I obeyed.He plunged his cock into me once more, but this time harder. His hands wrapped around my waist. Pulling me, pushing me, as the rhythm of our bodies aligned.He wasted no time in increasing the pace. “Oo…” I moaned and pulled the sheets as my eyes popped, my mouth open.Back and forth, he increased his sp
Dominic’s pov:The dining room was quiet except for the occasional clink of silverware against the delicate plates. I stared at the plate in front of me, my appetite conflicted with the weight of my emotions. Suzanne had cooked for me.I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Normally I would have ordered her not to enter the kitchen. She sat across from me, serving Kaii small spoonfuls of mashed potatoes while stealing glances in my direction. I didn’t look at her, but I felt it—the nervous anticipation in her body language, the way she pressed her lips together every time I lifted my fork but didn’t take a bite.Finally, I cut a piece of the steak, speared it, and brought it to my mouth. The moment the flavour hit my tongue, I froze.It was incredible.Rich, perfectly seasoned, cooked just the way I liked it. I had eaten meals prepared by the best chefs in the world, but this… this was different. It was warm, comforting, and oddly personal. Before I knew it, my plate was empty, and
Suzanne’s pov:Guilt was a heavy thing. It sat in my chest like a boulder, suffocating and unrelenting. I had stormed out of Dominic’s study deeply offended, convinced I had been wronged and betrayed. But now, as I sat curled up in bed, staring at my phone, the weight of my assumptions pressed down on me.I had been so sure, so utterly convinced that he was hiding some grand, devastating secret. And yet, the truth had been something else entirely—something deeper, something that spoke of responsibility and loyalty, not betrayal.With a groan, I buried my face in my hands. I jumped to conclusions. Again.Before I could talk myself out of it, I scrolled through my contacts and tapped Stella’s name.She picked up on the second ring. “Well, well, well,” she drawled. “To what do I owe the honour of this late-night confession?”I sighed. “I messed up, Stella.”There was a pause. Then, “Tell me everything.”I did. From the moment I saw the article, to the confrontation in his office, to th
Dominic’s pov:I watched her leave, her back rigid, her steps hurried as if she couldn’t escape fast enough. The door clicked shut behind her, and for a long moment, I just sat there, staring at the space she had occupied. My fingers curled into a fist against the polished wood of my desk.Damn it.The call I had been on cracked back to life. “Dom?”I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Yeah.”Desmond exhaled on the other end. “So, are you finally going to tell her, or are you going to keep up this act and let her drown in her own conclusions?”I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes. “It’s none of her concern.”“She’s your wife,” he countered. “Contract or not, she’s living in your house, in your life. You can’t expect her to sit in silence while the whole world speculates about you and Rachel.”I clenched my jaw. “I told her not to believe everything she reads.”Desmond scoffed. “That’s not enough, and you know it. If you don’t tell her, you lose control of the situation.
Suzanne’s pov:The rest of the day dragged on in agonizing slowness. Even after Stella left, her words lingered in my mind. Dominic was avoiding me. That was clear. But what wasn’t clear was why. Why was he reacting like this? What exactly had changed?I paced around the house, restless. Dominic still hadn’t come out from his study, and I refused to go knocking on his door like some desperate woman begging for his attention. I had my pride.By evening, I curled up on the couch with my phone, mindlessly scrolling through social media. That’s when I saw it.A picture.Dominic and a young woman.As I looked closer, my stomach dropped. It was Rachel.They stood close together, him in a sharp suit, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. She was beautiful, her smile warm, her eyes gleaming with admiration.The caption beneath the image read: Rachel and Dominic Khan spotted at a private charity event overseas last year. The ever-elusive CEO has always kept his personal affairs private, b