My food arrived 10 minutes after I placed the order, and I hurriedly ate it while checking the time. The last thing I needed was to arrive at their school late. I wanted to avoid getting my ears chewed by my babies, who always complained about how late I was to pick them up. They loved it whenever Brion picked them up because he was always on time. Not only that, but he takes them to get an ice cream each time. And that right there was the main reason. Unlike Brion, I hardly take them out to get ice cream unless I promised them prior to picking them up.I exited the restaurant after tipping the server and security man by the door, humming as I walked over to my car. I still had 10 minutes to rush over to their school. Having eaten for 30 minutes, I had to use 5 minutes to rest. Close to my car, I noticed something odd. There were handprints on the side of my door like someone leaned over it. Puzzled, I squatted in front of it, as my hand instinctively went to the tyre. I checked to s
“It was tampered with,” Brion said, walking over to me. “You were right. Someone toyed with the routing wires and cables. And before you ask about the CCTV, I checked it, but we couldn't find anything. You parked your car out of range of the camera, so it didn't capture anything.” He plopped down next to me, placing his bag on the table. “Impossible,” I muttered, sitting up on the couch. “How did…. Why?” Hearing that someone tampered with my car when I went to have lunch left me speechless. I couldn't even think of the proper question to ask. “That's what I'm worried about.” He reached out and removed strands of hair from my face. “Is there anyone you suspect? Someone you think did this?” He stared into my eyes, his gaze unwavering. “We can't just brush this out as nothing. For someone to tail you, and toy with your car, they must have planned this.” “That's the problem.” I got up from the couch and paced the floors, biting my right index finger as I thought back to everything th
DASHIELL My phone rang the moment I stepped out of the office as if the caller was keeping tabs on me, waiting for me to leave the office. After Nova left, I returned to my work and buried my head in the workload, not thinking of anything until I had completed all my tasks, and that meant staying back to work way behind the normal closing time. There was no need for me to hurry home. Nova wasn't returning that night. She told me she would spend the night with her babies, and that damned Brion, a reason I focused on work, so I could take my mind off them. I didn't want my thoughts to keep filtering towards Nova and Brion. I knew she wouldn't cheat. That wasn't something Nova would do. It wasn't like her to do it. Fishing my phone out of my pocket, a frown marred my features when I saw who it was. I contemplated answering the call until she called for the second time. Puffing out a breath and getting my mind ready, I answered it. “Lils?” I kept my voice as pleasant as I could,
NOVAI stayed up late speaking with Brion. It had been days since I last saw him, so he wanted to fill the void created during my absence. He was like a clingy kid who refused to let go. I held a glass of wine in hand as we watched the stars. It was a clear night, with beautiful stars glittering in the moonless sky. The soft breeze blowing from our garden gave the night a fragrant smell. I could even taste the smell of the flowers in the air. Sitting on the double swings and observing the sky, with glasses in our hands, gave me the most wholesome feeling ever. “This has always been my dream,” Brion muttered beside me, swinging slowly. “If only I could pause the moment and live in it forever.”I stopped scanning the sky and turned to glance at him, to see his expression. It was one of contentment. He looked as if he had gotten everything he ever wanted, and more. He took a sip of his wine and turned to look at me. His beautiful green eyes sparkled, telling stories his lips couldn't.
My heart was heavy as I returned to Dashiell's house. I had to leave that night. Hearing those words from Brion made me want to reach out and kiss him, but I couldn't do that. Despite how much I wanted to throw all caution to the wind and let our passion run through the night, I couldn't do that with Brion. It would seem like I cheated with him.I stayed in the car for close to an hour, thinking of Brion's confession. I wondered if I would have gone through with my plans for revenge if he told me about this a month ago. Would I have forgone everything just to be with him? I believe the response would be positive. I admired Brion. There wasn't anything I could fault about him. Dating him would be like a dream come true. The only problem was how that dream got dashed by my thirst for revenge. I was into this and realized it would be difficult to extricate myself until I had done all I planned. Not only to Dashiell but to Lilith and his mother. My family would be the next after I had ta
After letting my hand go, I slithered down his chest until I got to his trousers. “Were you planning to sleep with these?” I reached over to the lamp on the bedside table and switched it on, frowning when I realized he was still dressed in the same clothes he wore to work today. “Yeah.” His cheeks coloured. “I returned an hour ago and just had dinner. I was very tired to remove my clothes,” he groaned, rubbing my eyes. “Are you too tired to do this?” I tried to pull out my hand from him, but he held me, shaking his head. “I'm always ready for you.” He smiled down at me, his eyes crinkling at the side. Nodding, I undid the belt and the zip, pulled his pants to his ankles, and massaged his balls through the boxers. His penis's head looked out from his boxers, awakened from my touch. Low groans escaped from his lips as I stroked him. I removed his boxers. There before me was his cock, thick, slowly engorging as my lips lowered towards him, and tongue enveloped him. I took him into m
I didn't mind having sex with my back to him, more than I would have minded five years ago, back when I still loved him like a fool, believing he would return my affection. His hand went to my hair, and he gripped it, not tight enough to hurt my scalp, but tight for him to hold me without letting go. Holding me by the hair, he slightly lifted me from the bed, as his dick resumed the initial thrusts, almost like he didn't just stop to make certain the screams coming from my throat were of pleasure and not pain. I didn't care about that at all. For satisfaction? I don't care. All I wanted was to release my pent-up frustration, and what other way to do that but to climax? Then the pounding began, flesh against flesh. I tried to clench myself around him, but his pace was too fast and strong. Two more thrusts caused my head to lift off the bed, causing me to let out a moan, which was both pained and needy. Somehow, having him fuck me instead of making love to me made me crave it some mor
Brion cleared his throat, acting a bit too theatrical at the moment. “I just got information about an auction.” “And?” I was eager, trying to rush him to tell me more about his plans. “What about the auction? Who is hosting it? How do I get back to my ex-mother-in-law through it?”“Now you are impatient to know,” he teased, loving it. “Tell me, what do you think I have in mind?” “Brion,” I warned, letting him know I wasn't in the condition to have any mind plays with him. He had already caused me to forfeit my sleep, just to listen to him. I wasn't in the mood to beat around the bush with him. I might have done that had he called in the afternoon. We would have had enough time for his mind plays. “Okay, I will tell you. Your ex-mother-in-law is the most influential person going for the auction." “And?” I still didn't get it. From what he said, I couldn't even tell where he was heading with his suggestions. “What are your plans? I mean, how do I get back at her? By knowing about