“Wait, where did he get blood?” I asked myself but in a low tone. I prayed he hadn't started doing his mafia games again because he agreed to quit that as well. I put the shirt back on and walked to the sink. I splashed water on my face, and when I was done, I walked back to the bedroom. I glanced at Clinton, who was seated on a chair and working on his computer. He didn’t even bother to spare me a glance, as his eyes were fixed on the computer. I suspiciously scanned him as I wondered what he was hiding before I got in bed and focused on sleeping.I tried hard to fall asleep, but it didn’t happen. I kept turning and turning, my feet were sore. Damn, I wish I didn’t run that fast. I thought, and I abruptly got up.“I can’t sleep, my feet are sore,” I said without expecting his response.“Alright,” he said, his face still serious. He closed the computer, came to the end of the bed, and took my feet. He started giving them a massage, and I couldn’t help but lay my head against the hea
I didn’t expect to see Jade here, we haven’t seen each other in two years. The last time I remember was at Mr. Smith’s birthday party, where he came with a beautiful model.“You know Jade right, he’s your husband’s nephew, I know it’s crazy, first the uncle and now the nephew, I’m...”"No, it’s not, love has no excuse.” I calmed her down as Jade approached us, she was freaking out. It just took me by surprise, as Layla was much older than Jade.
“Mrs. Clinton?” The driver shook me out of my state.“Is everything okay?” He asked, and of course, he couldn’t recognize Clinton because he was dressed in black and covered most of his body.“Yes, please drive, I'll direct you,” I said, wiping away tears. As much as I wanted to cry, I couldn’t do it in front of people. He started the car, and I directed him to my house. When we arrived, I gave him his money and headed inside.“Mrs. Clinton.”“I will send you a text to the location so you can pick up the car,” I said to my driver, giving him the keys as I walked inside.“Mrs. Clinton, welcome home.” Matilda greeted.“Where are the kids?”“They are taking a nap, do you want to see them?”“Don’t you realize it’s almost four and they are still asleep?” I asked angrily.“I’m.. I didn’t.”“You didn’t what? Do you want my kids to get sick?” “I’m sorry, Mrs. Smith, I will quickly go.”“And now you want to wake them up?” I asked when she attempted to run to their bedroom, she looked confuse
“I'm sorry,” I didn’t know what else to say. “Thank you, I just feel so stupid right now.” “Why?” “Because I thought I had a chance with him.” “Of course you do, I do not love him, I’m married, he will understand that and beg for your love,” I convinced her, and it seemed to be working as a little smile appeared on her lips. “I hope you’re right.” “I know I’m right,” I said, and she stood up. “You’re leaving already?” “Yes, I have a meeting,” she said, and I nodded. “Thanks for stopping by.” “Thank you for your kind words,” she said, and we hugged before she walked out. I walked to the kitchen and realized food was still set on the dining table. “Whose food is this?” “It’s for Mr. Clinton, he hasn't had breakfast,” Matilda said. “Okay, please put it away and prepare oats for him,” I said. “Oatmeal?” "Yes, oatmeal,” I confirmed as I sat down and started eating my food. I was hungry, I don’t even remember the last time I ate. “But Mr. Clinton does not like oatmeal.” “I
I was not really paying attention, as my mind kept thinking of worse scenarios when I bumped into someone.“I’m sorry, Mrs. Clinton,” said Matilda.“Wh—what are you doing this time?” I awkwardly asked, my eyes roaming.“I came to get water. Do you need something, Mrs. Clinton?” She asked me as her eyes looked in the direction in which my eyes were staring.“Let’s go,” I held her hand, and she looked confused but followed me.“Mrs. Clinton, where are we going?” She asked, but I didn’t respond. I didn’t want to go out alone at this time. Outside, I got in the driver's seat, and Matilda, just like taking a hint, got in the passenger's seat. She didn’t even ask any questions as she looked around in shock. I started the car and drove out. Luckily, the drivers were asleep, so there was no disturbance. Driving out, I spotted Clinton's car, he was driving at high speed. I ignored Matilda’s weird stare as I focused on following Clinton. My heart was racing, and I was not thinking straight.“M
~WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD~“Drink and then come to me,” I said, and he smirked without moving a muscle, “now!” I commanded, and he obeyed as he took the glass of champagne and gulped it down his throat before taking steps towards me.Reaching my side, he tried to reach for my lips, but I slightly pushed him off me. I stood up, faced him and my eyes stared into his, which were full of desire. I closed the little distance between our bodies, my thigh intentionally brushed against his skin, and my lips reached to his, he closed h
~CLINTON~I tried very hard to open my eyes, and when they finally did, I rubbed sleep off them and turned to my wife, only to see that she was not there. This was the first time I woke up to find her gone.“Love,” I jumped off the bed despite my head, which was hurting, like I had alcohol last night, it was just one glass.I walked to the bathroom, hoping to see my wife there, but she wasn't. I didn't expect her to be up this time, as a
~CLINTON~“What do you mean you're moving in? We didn't talk about this, Sophia.”“I know, I feel threatened staying there all alone with a child,” she said.“Okay, I'll call the guards to let you in, and ask Matilda to take you to a guest room,” I said, and I hung up and dialed one of the guards' numbers. As he picked, I instructed him to let Sophia