“I will tell you everything later.” Inessa is standing in front of the window, a white shirt is concealing her pale naked body, which was underneath my torso for the most part of the night.
I open my eyes a little bit more to see her properly; she is talking to someone on the phone, explaining our marriage. It’s still dark outside, I think it is not more than 4:30 in the morning; I wonder who the hell is calling my wife at this inappropriate time.
The only name that comes to my mind is Luke Hall. Whether it’s he on the other side of the phone or he is the one who is calling her at this time of the night, I am announcing war against him. I can easily chew him away.
“Bye.” She cuts the call, runs her hand through her long hair.
She stands a bit longer near the window, admiring the view before coming to the bed.
Without making any sound, she lies down on the bed again; I roll over to her and pull her close to my chest. One hand is on her waist while the other one goes under her head.
I suck her throat roughly in the determination to leave a mark in her sweet white throat. In, the daylight the hickey will shine and scream on her body, telling everyone she is mine.
“Who called you at this time?” I ask her as I play with her breasts lazily.
“Are you awake?” She whispers, and I second after a sweet moan comes from her.
I open the shirt buttons as I keep kissing down. With every kiss I get a moan from her, she moves elegantly underneath mine as if she is dancing ballet, and our moaning sound is her music.
“Who called you, Inessa?” I take her breast to my mouth.
I love her breasts; I think they are my favorite. They are not big, not small, just perfect for my hand and mouth. I can suck, munch them for 24 hours and seven days.
“My friend Veronica.” She moans. “She is on vacation with her family. I didn’t tell her about our wedding, she found out from the news, so she called to talk about this.”
I push my finger into her waiting pussy, which was dripping wet and ready for me. With a few thrusts of fingers, she is all prepared to take me inside her tight pussy.
And then we enjoyed two more rounds before falling into sleep early in the morning.
London’s gloomy, wet weather is not something I like, this country’s weather makes me remember some kind of tragedy. I don’t know why, whenever I am here, all the sadness comes to mind. I blame the weather for this.
Never in my life have I had a peaceful sleep while staying here. The cold weather, murky sky, earthly smell from the grass, slippery roads are not my cup of tea. I don’t enjoy any of these, more than they annoy me to the core.
I have been visiting this place more frequently for the past two years now; I have a penthouse booked for me at the top of the 33rd floor of this building, which I don’t care about.
This for the first time I am here with a female, most correctly my wife. Like my Chicago apartment, none of my residences have any women as their guests. My sisters are different in that area. Viola mostly lives in New York, Manhattan now, she comes a few times a year and prefers to stay at our father’s house. Even when she was in the town, she never really visited me as I am frequently at my father’s house.
Lyra has been to my place a lot. She always packed my freezer with food. She has an extra key and she used it, but on my wedding day, she gave me that key back.
Other than them, no one ever set their feet in any of my houses.
I am supposed to attend a business meeting here. Dada thought it would be great if I brought Inessa with me rather than leaving her home alone. He thinks it doesn’t look good if my new bride stays home for a week right after our marriage while I work.
First, I wanted to protest. I mean, it’s not as if I am here for some sort of fun or anything. I will be busy from day to night; however, now I am glad to have her with me here.
On our way here, I also arranged a brief vacation for us in Italy, as Inessa, seeing her disappointment with us, was here for my work, not for our honeymoon. I decided to give her what she wanted.
After I finish my work here, we can fly to Italy. I have only two-day worth of work here, meeting some investors and cracking the deal, that’s all I need to do. I am suspecting everything will be done in a day if I can convince them.
I sit with my investor at the lounge of the penthouse that I am staying in with Inessa. It’s already been 6 hours since this meeting started, I am expecting to finish this sooner than I thought as most of them are in the same boat as me.
“So, I think I agree with Brian.” Gave Malcolm says.
Gave Malcolm recently replaced his father and become the company CEO. I got to know him from all the social gatherings and parties we attended. Also, I know he loved Olivia as his own sister.
I think he cried most after her death, he even arranged some party to honor her, which I skipped. I would have shown my presence at the party, but that was the same night I got to know how she betrayed me with her sweet talk and tears.
She was good at manipulation, like my mother. I was surprised, knowing she could blind me even after her death. The way we stayed together for five years was suffocating for me, I realized after getting freedom. It felt so sweet, refreshing, and loving that I almost cried.
“Last time we worked with the Halls, it was disastrous.” Dean Harper, one of my friends, says.
Dean is the with whom I grew up. We went to the same school, our father’s work with one another, our family maintain a cordial relationship that also played a part in us. Generally, we are respectful towards each other.
It was all over the news. The hotel project they were working on with the Halls collapsed in the middle of construction on a bright day. About 30 workers lost their lives, one architect was on the spot dead. After investigation, it was found that using cheap material was the reason for this downfall; the Halls lost a billion dollars because of that, even Richard Hall was in jail for four years with a million-dollar forfeit to the victim’s family.
That was my time to raise my empire. At the time Richard was in jail rotting, Nathan, his older son, stepped on his shoe but failed to gain the trust of the public and also the investors, so he chose the easy way to strengthen them.
Gambling, the casinos all around the Chicago’s are all there, Nathan built Halls stronger than ever, no one can deny his shrewd mind. I must say that was a brilliant move having that negative impact, he made the best of the worst he had on his plate, still; I hate that bastard.
“So, let’s sign the documents if we all agree.” I suggest.
“Yeah, our Brian can’t wait to run to his wife.” Gave smiles.
We all shake our hands, cheer and drink a glass of champagne after the deal is done. Thank God, now we can leave for Italy tonight.
“Are you going to Italy for your honeymoon?” Dean asks.
I nod.
“We are on our way, buddy.” He winks.
“What the hell does that mean?” I frown.
“You remember you invited us on your honeymoon right before your engagement.”
Damn me, I forgot that completely. After dada told me about the arranged marriage between me and Inessa, I lost my fucking mind and invited all my friends to the honeymoon that we would be going on after the marriage.
That was the anger that did this kind of work for me. I mean, you can also blame my revenge bone that has been glued to my body since my birth, I guess.
Now all of them will be there, which means no alone sweet time with my young wife. After last night I wanted her on my bed all night and day without any disturbance. I planned everything that will keep us on the bed in Italy or the place where we can fuck, but now all my fantasy is deep in the ocean.
If my whole friend group is there, then I know how it will go, too much alcohol, loud music, parties all night long without a break.
I love my friends, but now I think I am changing. After Olivia, I think I want to change my lifestyle. Now that I am married I think the reckless days of my life are over. It has to be. If not, I like to draw the finish line here.
The life that my friends inhale is borderline unhealthy. There are not even my friend that way, it was Olivia who introduced me to all of them, and slowly they became my friend. Otherwise, I didn’t have time for these friends and parties.
I am the only one married in my friend's group; I know it’s hard for them to understand my position but I also can’t stay with Inessa all the time.
She is a temptation that I need to avoid. I can’t let her fool me the way my mother did to my father. It will be great if I can keep her at arm’s length.
Only this week I will be with her, after we return home, she can do whatever she wants, stay at home, charity, work while I will be at the office. There will be distance, so much that I will forget her or her fragrance.
It’s a two-hour and twenty-minute flight from London to Olbia Coast, Italy. When we arrive at the airport, a car is standing by for us at the airport. After thirty more minutes of driving, we got to the resort where we will stick around for the next week. We check in to our room and immediately both Briand and I fall on the bed. This has been a tiring trip.I have always wanted to visit Italy for the summer. Last year Veronica and I planned a trip to Italy, then my papa’s fourth marriage happened. His wife, Genelia, is not someone I count on. I will never depend on her with my pet, let alone my siblings.She is the most reckless person I have ever encountered. Seriously, sometimes you require to be vigilant, but she is consistently lost somewhere, and that somewhere is not the place she is present in. I could have left them on Maria, but Genelia always kept Maria busy with her unnecessary work.She didn’t take no from any
I stay all day away from Inessa. The itch that I feel for this woman is evident, the fire of passion is flaming too high inside me, notably around my dick.The way I want to get intimate with her is new to me. It shocks me too. This animalistic hunger for a woman is like a new world to me. I never feel this kind of raw desire for Olivia or the prostitute I was with, with them it was straight to business.Olivia and I were more like fuckbuddy, I don’t think we were ever lovers. What is the definition of lovers? I googled it “A partner in a sexual or romantic relationship outside marriage”. If this is the true meaning, then sure, we were lovers. I mean, we were sexually active. Every time we were together, we banged one another like a psychopath, but there was no romance between us.We both met in a bar. I was there with some Chinese investors celebrating a deal that I signed five years ago. A small pub a few blocks away fr
“You should keep your mouth shut sometimes, Inessa. Your bold over-smart mouth will ruin you one day.” My papa’s word. For a long time, I neglected these. I don’t really give a damn what my father’s say as I don’t think him someone honorable to heed attention to.Everyone knows how obnoxious Andrew Simmons is. No one wants to be close to that narcissist man if it’s not demanded. All my siblings, even our maids, tried to stay away from my father’s judgemental thoughts.But right now, I wish I could keep my mouth shut, like the woman who talks about her husband’s mistress on their honeymoon. I don’t know if he has someone to warm his bed other than me. In the past, of course, he definitely had a parade of women in his life. I don’t know if he cheated on Olivia or not.Still, I don’t think it’s right to bring that woman on our honeymoon during this romantic dinner t
Olivia passed away in a car accident six months ago. I was in New York at that time for a meeting to attend with Robbie. I was there for a week. During that one-week separation, we remained connected through calls and texts. We even had phone sex the morning of her death.I cracked the deal; it was a significant one for the company and mostly for my masculine ego. We had a modest dinner with the clients after that; I went to Tiffany and Co., yes, to purchase a ring for Olivia.I had no clue what came to me that night. It just felt right. After all, she was with me all the time, she never complained, smiled every time, even the two times I brought her home for Sunday dinner. She was so friendly with everyone. So I thought the next step of marriage between us made sense, maybe.I chose a cushion-cut sapphire with small diamonds all around it for her, an emerald, and a sparkling ring. She once disclosed her love for the material, so I figured
I open my eyes and see my husband’s eyes are on me; he is peering at me, his facial expression is the same as always, the blank one. His gazes are drawing a map all over my face. Sometimes his gaze stops here and there, zone out at my eyes or lips before resuming the art once again.I don’t know what’s going on inside his head, but I know he is studying, three lines appear on his forehead and prove my assumption right. He is in deep thought. Is he thinking about Olivia or Samantha?I can understand if he is reminiscing about Olivia. They were together for a long time; they have a history, her sudden death may be left a scar on his heart, he even confessed about proposing to her for marriage. I respect that. I like his integrity towards her; I don’t want to fight with Olivia; she has a place in his heart, and I am okay with that.But if it’s Samantha, I am going to lose my mind. That girl slept with my father,
“Let’s swim.”“No way.”“Come here, talky. You are wasting our time.”“I am not going anywhere near water.”“Seriously, Inessa. I never think of you as a party popper.”“Ha, I am not. I just like to stay dry. You can go feel your adolescence in the water.”“I am going but I am taking you with me.”“Brian McCoy, you better stand back. Don’t you dare to come near me? Go away, you filthy gigantic humanoid ”“Let’s dive into the water, honey.”“Brian, you fatuous man. Did you just put me on your shoulder like a cave dweller? The damn. Did you just spank me?”“Shut it, let’s drive into the blue ocean.”“I will die. Dear world, today is my last day on this planet. Please, be familiar with my murderer. He is none other than my husba
“We are here.” Even texts me during lunch.“See you, guys, tonight.” I text him back.I am a pretty social individual; I have thousands of opponents, but I have more allies than that. Every vacation I spent in my life, my friends were constantly with me. Being on this trip without them at first felt weird.It is the first time. Even when I am not in Chicago for work, one or two of my friends are with me as they also work with me. They are my clients or investors. Therefore, I am never alone on trips.Olivia never objects when our friends accompany us. She was more than thrilled to embrace them. Moreover, there was nothing intimate or romantic between us. Maybe that’s the reason we were both or comfortable having our friends with us.I don’t have a clue how Inessa will react to this decision, though. I mean, the last two days were great. We were chatting, giggling, strolling around the islan
This man, this bloody fellow, has the audacity to snuggle with a woman in presence of my eyes. Wow, he is worst, worse than my papa. At least papa did everything behind his wives’ backs, nobody know about his crummy job until he appealed for a divorce from his wives.That’s better, occasionally it’s convenient to remain blindfolded, you don’t need to identify everything in your life or every detail of the surrounding characters. It will make our life way more easy for us.The further we know the rough side of the person beside us, the better we seek to get away from that person, even if we love that person from the bottom of our souls.Love can’t prevail against everything. Sometimes the demon inside us triumphs over the love unless we are strong enough to fight back with the same intensity and courage. For many people, that’s a hard job to do, that’s why love always takes setbacks soon or later.
2 years later “Dada, we are going to be late. Hurry up.” Mavin, our son, roars. This is his morning custom. He wakes up before everyone in this house and starts screaming for us to start our day. Morning sex is now just a delightful dream for us. Mavin doesn’t allow a minute for Brian and me to have some delicious morning sex. “Mama, you need to be in a hurry, too. Today is the parent’s day of my school.” “We should throw his get-up-and-go thing out of the window,” Brian murmurs. “I’m starting to hate kids again.” “You love him and kids too,” I mumble in sleep. “That’s why you adopted him after proposing to me for marriage. And the little girl Aurora we are adopting tomorrow is also your decision, Mr. McCoy.” “I am going to regret it again. I have a feeling, you know.” “Mama, dada, hurry up.” Mavin thwacks on our bedroom door. Two years ago, on my graduation
I can’t believe my eyes for what they are seeing, my ears for what they are hearing, and my mind is having a tough time with all this stuff.He is here in front of me, drinking coffee, saying sorry for all his delinquency, declaring his passion and devotion for me, giving us a chance to make up. He is asking me out on a date.Okay, Mr. Brain, one thing at a time. My depressed heart can’t take all these revelations without experiencing a heart attack.I close my eyes and think about Brian’s monologue, and it demonstrably made me the happiest person. I should have recorded the conversation between us to hear the words out of his mouth again and again. It will be so fun, damn it, I missed it. I don’t perceive why, but seeing Brian pinning me over, or so much despondency for me, the anguish that his eyes hold, I love it.I am officially a dreadful person. I should feel bad for his suffering, but here I am enjoyin
Inessa, the woman I fell in love with, is standing right in front of me. My wife is still the same. Nothing changed in these three long weeks when we were apart from one another. If anything, she becomes more magnificent; she is shining more than ever; the moonlight shines her glorious long hair luminously. The big, round green eyes draw me instantaneously, the pink full lips that I am dying to stain red with my lips.God, I missed her so much. These three weeks without her was simple torture, which I deserve with no doubt. Honestly, I ask more than that. Maybe a whack or a blow will be less compared to what I did to her.I accept the fact and was ready to leave her alone for life. But in the end, I failed.After reading the letter Inessa left for me, I realized how churlish I was in our marriage with her. And that’s not civil to her or any woman on this globe. No one deserves to be affronted by their better half.But I did th
Three weeks later,Life goes on. I get settled in my apartment with Mavin the night I leave Brian, our marriage, and our house.I wept the first week was the toughest to pass with everything in my mind and the current development as a single parent; it was stifling at a point. Of course, Maria is still here for me, it’s rough.Without having Brian by my side, I understand I indirectly depended on him for many things. The way we experienced our lives for the last two months was incredible.Every morning waking up simultaneously, having sex in the shower, eating breakfast, leaving together for my college and his office as most of the time he gave me a ride, coming home, waiting for him, dinner with marvelous food and giggle, cuddle on the couch with a movie on the background or his work on the laptop, falling on the bed together, having sex, cuddling again before collapsing in the dream in one another’s ar
The sound is growing heavier. I try not to give any attention to that act what I am doing but nope, this fucking noise is just getting rowdy. I settle the cushion over my head to cut off the echo from wherever that is showing up. With my two hands, I put pressure around my ears over the cushion in order to kill the vibration. It still doesn’t work.“Fuck it.” I get up from the bed and sit down in the midst of the bed.Because of my hasty movement, I lose my balance and almost fall down on the bed again. I hold my skull with two of my hands and scream. The thumping noise that feels as if a hammer was striking some metal material is nowhere but in my head.The headache that I am dealing with right now is the clanging noise that wakes me up from my sleep when I finally enjoy nights of sleep after so many sleepless nights.“You are up, big guy?” Robbie’s head peeps through the door.“What
Brian is sitting on the couch, drinking hard liquid with a poker face when I enter the apartment with sleepy Mavin in my arms. I expected a frown, questions, curious looks seeing a baby in my arms, but I got nothing. He doesn’t even look at me when I pass the living room to get in the guest room. He sits on his couch, eyes on the ceiling to floor window, observing the night sky with deep-rooted courtesy.All the way from the hospital to home, my heart was thumping so damn quick that I almost passed away in uneasiness. God, it is still beating fast.In my head I keep arranging my conclusions, forming sentences. How to apply the appropriate words, lines, sentences to break the news to him is all I could think about.I realize it’s already late. I should have finished this for the first time I went to see Molly, but I didn’t know why I held myself back from talking about this with Brian.Particularly, I am ashamed of
“Sir, you have an eleven-clock meeting with the investors later, another with Mr. Curtis around 5 pm, and the dinner meeting with Mr. Dean Harper,” Linda confirms my to-do list for the day, like all the time.This is the first thing Linda does every morning. She confirms my work timetable, takes note if I need something or needs to do something after that she goes to her, and I give attention to mine.Except for today, there is a disaster.I wanted to talk to Inessa last night about her changing attitude. She’s coming home late, it is growing into a pattern for her now, the fastest she comes home is 10 pm after dinner, occasionally it’s after 12 am.Every time I asked her where she was, she said lies. Sometimes she was with Veronica, which was a white lie. I saw the messages between them. Veronica is not talking to her. She is currently angry after the auction incident between us.Sometimes she would s
Things are getting messy as days are passing. Molly and Mavin get settled in my apartment that I got from my father on my eighteenth birthday. The gift was to show the world how good a father Andrew Simmons is or to show the money he has on his bank account.Whatever the reason was, I am happy to have a place of my own.It’s been a week since they moved in and started over a new life. I am getting to know Mavin a little, but, honestly; I don’t get much time to spend with him. The auctions Hazel and Miles Brian take the major time of my day; after that, I need to study for my final exam that is coming up in two months. With all this stress going on, on top of that, Vero is not talking to me because Brian blackmailed her to do something that she didn’t want to do.Vero didn’t respond to any of my texts or talk to me when we were on campus. She isn’t even sitting with me during classes.With all this, it&r
Inessa and I pick up Hazel and Miles after the party. Maria was expected to join us, but she has something significant to do.We don’t really need Maria that way. It was Inessa who insisted that Maria join us, and I didn’t have any problem, so I gave her the nod. I have a cook and some other staff at my mansion in Naperville, where we will go tomorrow morning to spend a day together before Hazel leaves.Once upon a time, I vowed to stay away from Simmon’s absurdity, but I feel for Inessa. After finding out Hazel will be out of Chicago in no time, she starts to get upset. Even if she doesn’t claim anything, I know her heart is sinking thinking about the separation of her dear sister.The way she packed our house with her sibling’s pictures or the way she talks about them with a tender grin and glory in her eyes is verification of the unconditional affection that she possesses in her heart from them.Even