All Chapters of Wild Epic Pleasures: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Maxwell yawned loudly into the air and lay on his back. His laptop was staring at him. Being a software engineer, there had to be no fixed time for him to do what he had to do. But then, he didn't stay up almost the entire night because of work. He was dying of hunger and desperately needed something to eat. Yesterday, after he had finished having the light meal with Celine, he needed a way to escape from her, and the perfect excuse was work. He had told her he needed to sleep very early so he would be able to work through the night. Well, the excuse worked perfectly. The only problem was his stomach. He tapped the screen of his phone. The time was still early. "Four o'clock?" He croaked out in frustration. "Damn it!" He didn't get to eat any other meal in a bid to avoid Celine. And now, his belly was ringing the alarms for food. He made up his mind. He would simply go and grab something to eat in the kitchen. After all, it was still early and Celine would obviously still be asleep

"Maxwell, are you there? Sweetheart. Babe," Brittany's voice could be heard through the phone. But her man had been stolen by the sight before him. Maxwell was transfixed. The muscles of his throat couldn't stop pushing down saliva through his esophagus. Celine was innocently tempting him this morning. How could she have known that her nipple was pointing at him? "I..think…she is still on the line," she said innocently, still wondering what he could have been looking at. "Oh! Yeah!" Maxwell said reflexively and pushed the phone back to his ear. "Hello, babe," he said with a forced giggle. He was still struggling to gather his composure as a man. "Please, we will talk later." Without giving Brittany the chance to question his sudden disorientation, he pushed the red icon and brought the call to an abrupt end. "Sorry… your..uhm," he stuttered and coughed. Celine was confused. Why was he acting weird? "What?" "I mean you…over there," he stammered. Celine followed his gaze to se

While Maxwell was still trying to take a hold of his thoughts over the suspicion that was running riot in his head, Celine was losing her cool. Her face turned from a bright smile to a contorted one. It was too much for her to bear. "What ..did you just say?" She asked. "You are going on a business trip." Richard heaved a heavy breath and dropped his fork. "Baby, why are you talking as if it's something bad. It's for our own good. You should be happy for me.":Celine shot up to her feet and drew a long sigh. "You are an asshole, Richard! Thank you for ruining the morning." In anger, she bolted out of the dining room. Maxwell still said nothing. The whole thing was just going round his brain in search of a possible explanation to all the scenarios. His eyes were fixed on his brother. The very same words he had heard through the phone were in full play. "Mmm… she must be angry with me," Richard muttered foolishly. Maxwell clasped his hands over the table. "Uhm.. Richard, could you…

Celine was left devastated on her own. Richard had left. Despite everything, the man still chose his business trip over the woman he took to the altar. Celine knew something was wrong. She just could not bring herself to dwell on it. It was never okay that a couple would go over five damn months without getting sexually intimate. Was she no longer attractive? Damn it! She was not even a mother yet. How could she not be? Many women only fade away after putting to bed a few time, but that wasn't the case. Richard simply chose to punish her. She craved the touch in between her legs, but there was none to take her to the point of pleasure she wanted. She hoped Richard would stay back, but he didn't. In anger, she got up from the couch and walked to their wedding photograph. "You…you ruined me," she said amidst tears that rose through her throat. "You bastard son of a bitch!!!" She pulled the enlargement from the wall and smashed it right on the ground. "Fuck you!!!" She yelled in frus

As shocking as the reality was, it seemed so untrue. It was clear that Brittany was the one in the picture. It was the city lounge where she had visited and invited Richard to come to. Maxwell wouldn't be surprised. He met with her a couple of times in that exact location, but had it not been for Celine's sharp vision, he would not have spotted the ring on his finger. That was the couple's wedding ring. Maxwell was the one who went to get that ring to propose to who he wanted to marry. Maxwell and Celine had no other option than to make each other happy. The days spent together only got them closer and closer. Celine found a peace in Maxwell that her husband Richard couldn't bring to the table. Maxwell on the other hand enjoyed every moment, but both had their fears. They feared the moments they shared would be cut short soon. ...Celine stepped out of the house dressed in a gorgeous red gown that brought out her curves and endowment as a beauty queen.