All Chapters of His sidepiece : Chapter 31 - Chapter 36

EMMA.His lips were soft, and his tongue was minty. I parted my lips, giving him access to me. He pulled me towards him, and I felt his hands loosen the ropes on my trousers. I reached for his sweatshirt, pulling it over his head. He flung it towards the edge of the room.The room was hot and sizzling when he pulled me up, taking off my top. Before I could even understand what was going on, his hands went around me, unclasping my bra. He pulled it off, and gently laid me on the bed.I tried to remain quiet as his mouth enveloped my left nipples. His right hand gently teased my right nipples, as he nibbled. His tongue flicked on my nipple, causing me to gasp.Soon, he moved to the right, and his hand went between my legs. I was still wearing the joggers. I shifted, as he pulled them off, tossing them aside.I waited for him to take off my panties, but he didn't. His hands slid to the side, and I felt his fingers reach into me.“You're already wet,” he said with a low chuckle. His index

EMMA.In three days, my mind had not been at rest. I was constantly on edge, checking my phone. I would constantly wonder where it went wrong. After my encounter with Isabella last night, my mood was beyond repairable. Throughout the night, I tossed and turned constantly worrying what it would take for Isabella to release that clip. It didn't help that I was still in bed with her husband that night.Despite all that I said, Alex still returned to me that night. Mentally, I was too exhausted to even battle words with him so I let him have his way. I, however, couldn't close my eyes the whole night. I asked him if he was still getting the divorce, but he brushed me aside. Telling me not to worry, and that wasn't helping matters. When I asked where he went to, and what happened there, I got an even lesser answer. He kept telling me not to worry, and it did make me worried. What if he offended Isabella? What if, in anger, she decided to release it to the press?I looked around to see if

EMMAIt was yet another day at work, and I hated it. I had spent the last night, preoccupied with thoughts of all my friends had said. They almost spent the night over, pouring out their different opinions. I loved my friends but they didn't seem to understand me. I loved Alex, and he loved me too. All these while, I had been telling myself I was ruining a marriage. The fact was, it never existed. I remembered the conversation I had with Alex that night. —“Did you ever love Isabella?” I asked.I was so scared to bring up the topic, especially as she had been the rockbed of our relationship.I remembered clearly how he looked at me, confused.“That was unexpected,” he replied.I knew he was trying to avoid the conversation, but I pushed harder.“Did you ever love her?” I repeated.“Is it important?”“It’s very important.” I replied. I was so scared that night. His answer would either break, or fix me up.“I never did.” He replied.I felt like a tonne of lo