But even as we returned to our private room, the talk between us was became a little tensed. I paced by the window, my thoughts racing."You didn’t have to make such a show of it," I said, unable to look him directly in the eye. "I had it under control."Thiago leaned against the doorway, his eyes locked on me with that knowing gleam. "Did you, Wifey? You looked seconds away from losing them."I spun to face him. "I didn’t need you barging in like that! Now the board thinks I can’t handle the job without my husband coming to rescue me."His smirk only deepened, and I hated how infuriatingly calm he was. "Let them think what they want, Wifey. But I’ll let you in on a secret." He sauntered over to the bar and poured himself another drink, watching me with those piercing eyes. "They’re playing checkers, and I’ve been playing chess all along."I frowned, still frustrated but curious. "What are you talking about?"He sipped his whiskey slowly, savoring the taste before finally answering. "
FEW DAYS AFTER what seemed to be a chaotic week at the office, was already making me feel lightheaded each morning. I had gone used to seeing Thiago left the side of my bed empty each morning that today was a total surprised for me.I stirred awake, feeling the warmth of the early morning light streaming through the sheer curtains. And as my eyes blinked open, I was startled to find Thiago already awake, watching me intently. His half-naked form lounged beside me, his gaze burning into mine as if he'd been studying me for hours.“Morning, Wifey” he murmured, his voice low and intimate.I blinked rapidly, the grogginess of sleep still clinging to me. “Thia—darling?” My voice was barely a whisper, my heart doing that annoying flutter it always did when he was this close.He grinned, clearly enjoying my reaction. Without warning, his hand moved to cup my face, pulling me towards him for a deep, lingering kiss. His lips, warm and demanding, made me momentarily forget my confusion. My han
The car ride to the wedding was filled with an uncomfortable silence. I stared out of the window, watching the city blur past as my mind raced. I couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight was going to be another one of Thiago’s carefully orchestrated games. He always had a plan—a way to keep me guessing, off-balance, and completely under his control.Thiago sat beside me, calm and composed, his hand resting possessively on my thigh. His touch, though light, felt like a reminder that no matter where we were headed, I was still bound to him.“You’re awfully quiet,” he said, breaking the silence. His voice was smooth, as though he hadn’t just upended my entire day. “Thinking about something?”I glanced at him, the weight of his question heavy in the air. “Just trying to figure out what your angle is,” I replied, my tone sharper than I intended. “You always have one.”His lips curved into a smirk, and he tilted his head slightly, studying me with that unnerving intensity. “You think I need
Thiago’s hand slid up my thigh, disappearing under the hem of my dress. My breath caught in my throat as I realized just how bold he was being. We were standing just behind the door to the restrooms at a crowded wedding reception, and anyone could walk by at any second.His fingers found their way to my most sensitive spot, and a sharp gasp escaped my lips. I bit down hard, trying to suppress the sound, but the intensity of his touch was overwhelming. Thiago smirked, clearly enjoying the control he had over me in that moment.“You’re liking this, aren’t you?” he whispered against my ear, his voice dark and teasing. “I can feel how wet you are.”“Thiago… stop,” I managed to say, my voice barely a whisper. But even as I said the words, I knew they lacked conviction. My body was betraying me, responding to him in ways I couldn’t deny.He laughed softly, the sound low and dangerous. “Stop? You don’t really want me to stop, do you, Wifey?”I tried to fight it, tried to regain control of th
The moment Thiago’s lips collided with mine, it was as though everything around us ceased to exist. His kiss was forceful, needy, and overwhelming, pulling me into a vortex of raw desire that I couldn’t escape—even if I wanted to. I could feel his body pressing into mine, and I gasped, overwhelmed by the heat between us.“Thiago,” I muttered between kisses, my breath catching as I felt his hands slide down my body. I could barely think straight. “My dress… it’s going to get ruined.”But Thiago was relentless, his lips brushing against my neck, his hand already at the back of my dress. Before I could even finish my sentence, I heard the sound of the zipper sliding down. His fingers moved deftly, and the fabric slipped off my shoulders, exposing my bare skin.“You’re not really worried about this dress, are you?” he whispered against my ear, his voice dripping with amusement. “You just want to get this thing started quickly, my naughty wifey.”I tried to protest, but the words caught in
After the steamy moment inside the car, I felt flushed as Thiago carefully helped me adjust my clothes. The heat of our earlier encounter still clung to the air between us, making it almost impossible to focus. Thiago was nonchalant, his face relaxed as he pulled his pants back up, as though what had just happened was the most natural thing in the world. “Fix your hair, wifey,” Thiago said, smirking as he reached out to tuck a stray strand behind my ear.I slapped his hand away playfully, shaking my head. “You’re impossible.”He chuckled, stepping out of the car before offering me his hand. “We can’t keep the newlyweds waiting.”The reception hall loomed ahead, buzzing with laughter and conversation. As we walked in, I felt a wave of awkwardness wash over me. The guests were older, many of them probably around my father’s age. I tugged slightly at my dress, suddenly conscious of how out of place I felt. I couldn’t help but glance at Thiago, who was moving with his usual confidence, c
The rest of the evening passed in a haze. I stayed close to Thiago, playing the role he expected of me—his arm candy, the woman by his side. But inside, my thoughts were spiraling.Every time Mathias or Julia came over to chat, my stomach churned. I couldn’t shake the image of Thiago sealing a deal that could ruin my father. The fact that he’d orchestrated this entire evening to meet with Mathias, all while pretending it was just a wedding invitation, made me feel used. Yet, I stayed. I stayed because walking away now felt impossible.As the evening wore on, Thiago excused himself to take a call. It left me alone at the table, sipping champagne while watching the other guests mingle. I glanced at the bride and groom across the room, laughing together with a group of friends. It was hard to imagine them divorced from other people, only to find their way back to each other. “Bridgette, right?” a voice interrupted my thoughts.I looked up to see Julia standing beside me, her smile warm
The night had gone better than expected—for Thiago, at least. As the wedding’s celebration was winding down, and the deal was secured. I stood beside him, watching as he and Mathias exchanged knowing glances and handshakes. The Saskatchewan project was officially in Thiago’s hands. My father’s belief of victory aftering notching Saskatchewan ahead of Bermudez Group was about to crumble, and Mathias, the man who was supposed to be my father’s trusted contractor, had just sealed the deal to betray him.I should’ve been happy. I should’ve felt triumphant, proud even, of being part of this powerful play that would topple the Martinez corp. But instead, there was this heavy, unbearable weight on my chest.I watched Thiago, his smirk widening as Mathias congratulated him. The way they toasted to their success made my stomach churn. The glass of champagne in my hand felt cold, distant, like it belonged to someone else. Everything felt distant, actually. As if I was on the outside, looking