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My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 32: Susanna's pov
My world narrows on the pool of blood forming around the body, soaking into the white suit. There's something oddly colorful about the stain of blood on a white fabric. Perhaps, more so, because it is Donovan's.Numbing cold flows from my toes to my fingertips and I feel it reaching into my chest as I glance up from the body to catch Zefiro lowering his gun.There.His amber eyes gleam, unnaturally bright with something unidentifiable, yet devilishly sinister. Though I know I won't find it there, I search for even a glimmer of remorse and find nothing but chilling satisfaction. "I urge you to sit, Belikov. Donovan was and has always been a loose end. For Cosa Nostra. For Bratva. He talked too much."The blonde sits, wiping the blood off his cuff. "He had his uses."Like that breaks the tension in the room, everyone else sits, and conversation continues like a dead body isn't a few feet away. Against the marble, the blood is thick and black, like the soul of the man seated at the head
Last Updated : 2024-10-23My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 33: Susanna
Rrrinnnnnng. Rrrrrinnng.I groan, throwing a pillow over my ears. I’d barely dozed off when my cellphone started buzzing. It was my work line—my only line—and I only ever got calls from three people: Adriana, Lucia, and Zefiro. Work-related, mostly, except for the latter. And I was willing to bet it was him.So, I ignore it.I might not have had many normal relationships in my life, but there’s an unspoken rule about not rushing to the call of a man who stood you up. He didn’t technically stand me up, but knowing I was waiting in his study and never showing could be interpreted as such. I think.Sleep pulls me back, luring me in, when the phone starts blaring again, louder, more insistent. And it doesn’t fucking stop.Pissed, I roll over and snatch it off the thin nightstand, sliding the green button without checking the caller ID. “Can I help you? Because the last time I checked, you were too busy taking walks with your fiancée to spare me even a damn minute of your time.”The other
Last Updated : 2024-10-24My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 34: Susanna's pov
I stare at the woman in front of me and understand why I’ll never be a man’s ‘only’ choice. She is everything I could never be. Regal, graceful to a point that borders royalty, soft spoken, demure, and more importantly, there are no dark shadows haunting her eyes.She’d make a loving partner. The kind that’d make her husband and children breakfast, lunch and dinner and even sing while doing it. The kind that has every important date in her head and signs off everyone’s gifts. The kind that holds her husband in his darkest hour and knows the right words to say, not offer him her body because it is the only way she knows how to take the pain away. The kind they make love to and whisper against her ear, “I love you.” The kind they kiss on the forehead before a heartfelt, “Goodnight.” The kind every man needs.Not some broken, stray dog without an owner.The shower stops running and I know it’ll hurt more if I saw him step out of it. My limbs tangle in a desperate attempt to get out of th
Last Updated : 2024-10-24My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 35: Susanna's pov
“You drank from my glass.”I pout, my skin feeling abominably hot. “I was curious. I’ve never had alcohol before.”“You’re lightweight,” he says, and I can tell that it amuses him somehow. “What’s your vice? A loose tongue or erratic behaviour?”I giggle, and snort, unable to help myself.“Starting over, what does that entail for you?” Zefiro asks, his lips trailing a path down my naked spine.I moan into the--his--pillow, breathing in copious amounts of his scent. Today, his lips trail every inch of my skin, not his hands. Something about being obscenely naked under a fully dressed Zefiro turns me on harder and faster than normal. Something about the way his crisp tie trails the curve of my ass softly makes the hair on my skin rise. “A new name. Something Scottish. I’ve always been--” A heavy breath slips out when he kisses the back of my knees. “Fascinated by their culture.”A chuckle skitters off my skin. “I like Susanna just fine.”“Good thing it’s my name, not yours,” I drawl cat
Last Updated : 2024-10-25My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 36: Susanna's pov
My flipflops squeak against the dirty rug and my nostrils crinkle at the familiar stench of alcohol, sweat, sex and cheap perfume. I wonder if this is where Alessandro brings all his women, or if my worth was to him was the same as the run down, shady and unkempt hotel that seemed more appropriate for drug dealings and traffickings than hook ups.Or maybe Alessandro is just a cheap bastard.We stop at the counter, and despite my aversion to the man in front of me, I step close to him until our sleeves brush. Hungry gazes leer at me from every corner, vicious, predatory. I resist the need to hug my chest and hide myself from them. I’m dressed decently. It’s not my fault they’re staring at me that way. It’s them. It’s not me. I’m not a whore. I’m not a slut. Gum smacks loudly, bringing my gaze to the receptionist. The ginger slouched behind the counter is so high, her irises cover her pupils, making the light blue appear black. Under the red, harsh lighting, her skin appears pale and
Last Updated : 2024-10-25My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 37: Susanna's pov
A year later...“I went on a date last night.”Frank black eyes peer at me through blurry oval lenses. “And?”I bite my bottom lip, chipping at the red nail polish I had painted on for an outing I shouldn’t have attended. “He was...nice. Name’s Grayson. Chef. Twenty four.” When those eyes keep piercing into me, waiting for my next words, I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I don’t think I’m getting any better, Doc. I...I wanted him to hurt me when he kissed me. Bite me. Hit me.”A nod. A long silence filled with the sound of scribbling on paper. At this point, I wonder what else she has to note that she hasn’t already in the last seven months. Light lashes flutter before her eyes return to mine. “And did you communicate your...preferences this time?”I drop my hand in my lap. “I...hinted at it. He took it.”Hinted. I can never tell a man what I want, even after all this time. My therapist, Dr. Garcia pins me with a dry look that tells me to keep going. Heat stains my cheeks and
Last Updated : 2024-10-26My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 38: Susanna
He lied.I’d permed my hair, cutting it to a shoulder-length style that framed my face. The lip color I chose was so vivid, so dangerously alluring, it could only be called siren red. And for once, I wore a dress. Not just any dress—a short, scandalous piece that clung to me like a second skin, stopping at mid-thigh, baring my legs in a way I haven’t dared in years. A metallic silver dress.Black sheer tights, fishnet-patterned, designed to set the mood with every inch they teased. If he hadn’t stood me up, he would have seen that underneath them, I wore nothing. No underwear, just a delicate incision under the tights, right where my entrance was, waiting. And my heels—knockoff Louboutins, sure—but they came at a price I could barely afford. They were worth it. I looked good. More than good. Every man around me stared, their gazes dripping with lust, desire, the kind of attention I’d spent so long avoiding. I’ve been given three expensive bottles from different men, each of them try
Last Updated : 2024-10-27My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 39: Susanna
I flinch, eyes stinging with anger, hate, remorse and self-loathing. “I...I’m sorry--”“It’s for the best we don’t communicate with each other again.”The beep of the call disconnecting has never been louder, and my fingers shake as I cover my face with my hands, hyperventilating.No. He doesn’t get to do this to me. He can’t do this to me. It’s been a year. He’s married. He moved on and I don’t get to? I don’t get to see other people? He can’t take that from me.My fingers are flying across my screen before I can stop myself, and I’m punching in digits I’ve tried to scrub free from my mind. He picks up on the first ring. My heart skips and my mouth dries at the sound of his sonorous voice. My skin warms and my nipples tighten as he says my name with an intimacy I haven’t experienced since I left him. “Susanna.”How he knows it’s me, I have no idea, and I frankly don’t care. “You don’t get to do this to me, Zefiro.”A rustle of sheets. He’s flipping through a book. “You cut your hair
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