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2024-12-13 00:26:07~ETHAN~
I always wondered what went on in her thick skull. How can somebody with such high academic qualifications, one of the smartest women I've ever met and a total genius, think like a fucking squirell? Her emotions were always ahead of her, she acted without fucking thinking and she gets hurt at the end. Anger was a meager way to describe the emotions I felt. That sick bastard, he was beyond lucky he didn't lay his filthy hands on my wife. It gave me extreme pleasure to watch him beg for his life as my fist ravaged his stupid face. The scars would always remind him not to mess with what's mine and most especially, not to ever drug any woman. The police arrived quicker than I had expected and in few minutes, the sick bastard was handcuffed and escorted out of his apartment. I would make sure he spends a good time in prison. How did I hire such a sick creep in the first place? Losing his job will render him useless, he'd be plunged deep into debt and he would forever regret the day he touched my wife. "Ma'am you have to come with us to give your statement", a police officer said as he approached Maddy. "She's not going anywhere with you" I retorted as I tucked Maddy behind me. "But sir...." the officer protested. I shot him a warning glare. "My wife was drugged and God knows what that sick man did to her. She needs to rest before you start prodding her with questions" I barked. I didn't wait for the officer to respond, I led Maddy into the car and drove off, leaving them in the scene of the crime. "What's going to happen to him?" Maddy asked, her voice strained from prolonged crying. "Why do you care?" I shot back and she flinched. "I'm sorry" I sighed, grabbing her hand and wrapping mine around it. Her soft hands were extremely hot and bruised. "I was just worried about you" I said as I gently caressed her hand. "You should be more worried about your fiancée" she hissed, pulling her hand away from mine. "She is not my fiancee" I replied, trying to sound as convincing as possible. In all honesty, she wasn't. Samantha was a horrible woman, spoiled and selfish. She wasn't a fit wife neither would she be a good mother. We were betrothed when we were kids, I didn't even get the opportunity to protest the decision and I had faith in the union in the beginning. Well until the whore cheated on me with my brother, Harris. Everything with Samantha was strictly business and now I could afford to call off the engagement, I would do it just so I never have to see her again. "Mrs King" I teased as I grabbed her hand again. "Samantha is Mrs King, not me" Maddy sighed. I knew it hurt her to say that, I also knew in her heart, she knew Samantha did not stand a chance. "Samantha isn't the one who signed a marriage certificate" I said softly. "As long as I'm concerned, you're Mrs King" I smiled as I brought her small hand to my lips and placed soft kisses on the back of her palm. Maddy finally relaxed and she didn't remove her hand from mine. "Thank you for coming to get me" she said in a low voice. "I was so scared, I didn't know what to do" she sniffed, her eyes watering as she spoke. "That bastard will never be able to breath near you again, I swear on it" I growled. The ride back home went silent, Maddy drifted into deep sleep and I locked in her seat belt to make sure she didn't fall over. For somebody that was extremely troublesome and annoying, she looked extremely peaceful while she was asleep. We finally arrived at our home, I drove the car into the garage and parked it with the rest of my leisure vehicles. "Maddy, we are home now" I said, gently tapping her arm. She stirred in her sleep but she didn't wake up. I tapped her several times but she didn't wake up. Whatever was given to her was still in her system and her body must still be worn out from stress. This meant I had to carry her inside. I cussed under my breath as I carried her out of the car. It would be really embarrassing if my staff saw this, I silently prayed they were all out of the house. We made it inside undetected and I carried Maddy to her bedroom and tucked her in securely... I took one last long look at her before heading towards the door. I froze in my tracks as soon as I heard her groggy voice. "Stay with me, please" she begged. "Are you sure?" I asked with a raised brow. She nodded and made room for me on the bed. Moments like this made me forget everything with her was fake and she wasn't really mine , but that didn't matter right now. I quickly kicked off my shoes and got into bed with her. I tried to keep my distance but as she drifted into sleep, her body curled against mine. "God help me" I sighed as I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her closer to me. Thank mother nature for sleep because if Madison was awake, she would have felt my raging boner pressed against her back. And it only got worse each padding second. I couldn't help it. Her body was soft and warm and we were cuddled, my hand rested around her boobs. Morality was the only thing that kept me from rubbing one out and nutting on her back.. but what kind of man would that make me? I needed to suppress the evil thoughts that kept flooding my mind but it seemed impossible. I closed my eyes and thought of nursing homes and a random Midwestern ranch, that was the only way Maddy couldn't possess my thoughts. In no time, I fell asleep as well, allowing myself slip into the ecstacy of my imagination.Related chapters
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