All Chapters of The Forgotten Marriage: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The drive to Colson's house was filled with Roman muttering under his breath about "tiny terrors" and "last time I babysat". I couldn't help but grin, watching his usually composed demeanor crack at the mere thought of dealing with children. Who would have thought that the mighty Roman Wellington had a weakness for little girls in pigtails?“I'm sure they're not that bad,” I whispered at one point and the only reply I got was a glare which only made me laugh harder. As we pulled up to Colson's house…a massive bungalow that looked so beautiful from the outside, my eyes widened. The place was absolute chaos – and that was just from what I could see outside. Delivery vans lined the circular driveway, workers were hauling in what looked like pieces of carnival rides, and through the massive windows, I could see people scurrying about with armfuls of ribbons and balloons."Oh my God," Roman breathed, putting the car in park. "What has he gotten himself into?" He looked on with wide eyes,

AMELIA As we reached the top of the stairs, the sound of giggling grew louder. Roman's grip on my hand tightened slightly, and I couldn't help but smirk at his obvious apprehension. Who would have thought that the great Roman Wellington, terror of the boardroom, would be brought low by a pair of four-year-old girls? Well, things happen every day. "Uncle Roman!" Lisa's voice rang out as we entered what I assumed was the playroom. "You're back!" The room looked like a glitter bomb had exploded. Every surface was covered in some form of sparkle, and in the center of it all sat the twins, surrounded by an impressive array of nail polishes, tiaras, and what appeared to be every Disney princess costume ever made. Anna, the slightly bossier of the two (if that was even possible), pointed an imperious finger at a small chair clearly meant for someone much smaller than Roman. "Sit," she commanded. "We need to finish your makeover." I bit my lip to keep from laughing as Roman obedientl

AMELIA FIVE YEARS AGO… I felt the impact. I knew I did. My body left the road and for a few seconds I couldn't feel anything, no pain, no anger, just quiet. Then I felt my body slam back down on the road, I landed on my stomach and the explosive pain immediately overwhelmed me. Strangely enough, I didn't black out. I was there, wailing…confused, regretful and crying for help with what little strength I had left. I watched as the truck sped off, leaving me all alone, broken and bleeding in the middle of that abandoned road. I crawled to the edge of the road, dragging my broken body as I reached for my phone. There it was, lit up, screen cracked but still functional. I called the ambulance and the second I told them I was dying, everything went black. The next thing I remembered was the numbing feeling of something moving around in me. A person's hands perhaps? All too soon it was over and I felt like they'd taken out all of my organs, it was a strange feeling. I felt

ROMANI didn't find Amelia in the living room or kitchen when I got home. It stirred up a strange feeling inside me, something that felt like I was excited to see her and also dreading the idea of feeling that excitement. We've literally spent the past three days together and have only been separated for a few hours yet here I was like a fool, missing her. ‘You love her, don't you?’That question seemed to echo in my head over and over again no matter how much I tried to brush it off. As I made my way upstairs, I silently wondered if she was okay. It was so quiet. Everyone had been given the day off, so it was just the two of us. Why did that… I swallowed, pushing down the thoughts that threatened to assail my mind. Scratch that, they were already there. Memories of Amelia beneath me, naked…wet and so fucking–I Inhaled sharply and mentally face palmed. Here I was in front of the master bedroom and I could feel myself going hard. “Fucking idiot!”The moon was already up, the

AMELIA Sure, I knew he wouldn't drop it…no matter how much I tried to distract him. It left me thinking up an excuse, a fake story I can tell to explain my accidental slip up. I was just so overwhelmed…I shouldn't have said those words, not to him…what if he learns of it? Would he still look at me the same way? Would he still declare these words with the same fervor? “Roman…” I moaned, eyes going wide as I felt his finger slide slowly into my wet core, so slow that I felt I would die from the anticipation. My walls immediately clenched around his fingers, a shaky breath left my lips. He pressed his lips against mine, fingers leaving my core and grabbing my ass tightly. I struggled to catch my breath as he smacked my butt cheeks, hard. Then he groaned, lifting my feet from the ground before I could string along a proper thought. The sting from his hit only served to heighten my arousal. His lips never left mine, not once. My back was against the soft mattress in t