All Chapters of HER BULLY'S REGRET: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

On my list I had no family member but my Tammy was part and I tried to contact Jessica even though she stays abroad.The big day eventually arrived, I dressed up in my wedding dress, I stood in front of the mirror with so much joy. My phone rang,it was video call, it was Riley.“ Hey”I said over the phone and my sons peeps out on the cellphone.I smile at them.“ You look pretty babe” He says.“Thanks love” I replied.“I have something I want to read to you” he said.“ Okay”.“ MY love, my joy, the theft of my heart, my queen, I want to say a big thank you for accepting to walk with me on this journey, I thought a day like this will never come between us, I love you girl and I can’t wait to welcome you to my world, I love you” He says with tears.I couldn’t hold my tears.“ I love you too”I said.“Waiting to put a ring on it in church” he says.“ I can’t wait to wear your ring on my fourth finger and add your name to my name” I said.I spoke with my kids for a while before hanging.I

“You know where your fusebox is, Alex?”“Of course I do,” I replied. I could smell the smoke in my clothes. “It’s in an alcove on the ground floor.”“Right,” said the detective. “That’s where the fire started. I spoke to the Marshall half an hour ago. He told me there was no way it was a kitchen accident. Place went up in about ten minutes.”“So it didn’t start in the kitchen,” I said. “So what?”“We know you’re up for fraud,” said the other cop. “And we know someone got to that fusebox. Were you hoping you could claim for the insurance on it?”“ What? What Fraud? I asked.“ All the shares your investors invested most especially the one belonging to Miss Amanda Sam”I chuckle and knew where all this was coming from.it’s all Amanda's plan.But I simply looked at the floor.“You’d better start talking,” said one of the detectives.“You wouldn’t understand,” I said, and shook my head. I’d given up. At this point, they could do what they wanted. I’d lost everything, and I was feeling migh

I fell asleep for a while, letting the tiredness overtake me. But I kept waking up with the bumping of the car, and after a while, I resigned myself to sleeplessness.“Where is this place?” I said.“About an hour from Syracuse. It’s isolated. I got it a few years ago, but I don’t really come up here all that much.”“You don’t ever take a vacation, do you?” I said.“I think the last vacation I took was to Bali,” said Riley.But I didn’t want to think about the past. It was easier than thinking about the future, than thinking about what we were going to do when all this was over. How I’d untangle myself from the messy, murky world that Riley had brought me into.He needs me now, fake or true , he is my husband.I am angry for the whole mess we are in after the wedding, I guess it all happen because he married me. It feels like the wedding only worsen the situation. We just got into a danger and it’s all for me.I’d always felt like I was in control of my destiny before I met Riley. And

Next came his shirt, and in the silver light, I counted and kissed each of the strong muscles on his bare chest, while my hands slipped over his back.“I’m ready,” I told him, and took his hand, letting him feel how wet I was through my panties.He laid me down, and I opened my legs for him, resting them on the bed, astonished as I always was at how small my body felt in his arms, and yet how strong he was, how broad his shoulders were. At how physically prepared I was for him to take me.I felt the head of Riley’s’s erect cock pressing against me, and I knew this time it was going to be easy, as he slipped inside of me and I arched my back, moaning loudly, feeling my nails dig into the back of his neck a little where I held him. Riley rested his elbows beside me, supporting his weight with ease, allowing me to control how much of him I received as he thrust gently, slowly.Rolling his hips, Riley eased every part of his large manhood inside of my body, and I yelped a little, wilder n

There weren’t many places to eat in town, and I was worried someone at the yachting club might recognize me. So after we’d come back, we walked into town, and stopped at a humble, ordinary, everyday diner. “Coffee?” said a waitress, walking by our table. “Yes please,” I said. “Sure,” said Chloe. She filled our cups and walked away, eyeing us curiously. We looked a funny pair, Chloe dressed up in my shirt, which was enormous on her, and a cute pair of jeans. We both wore a pair of sunglasses, just to make sure no one was going to recognize us. “I haven’t been to one of these in about fifteen years,” I said. “Don’t worry,” she said, winking. “They’re still just the same.” “Do you like them?” I said. “There was one in colombia I used to go to with my mom now and then. I used to have corned beef sandwiches and a milkshake, every time.” “Was it nice?” “No!” Chloe laughed. “Getting taken to the diner was a big treat back home.” “It must have been a lot of work being a single mom o