Phoebe Scott stood in the living room of the expensive mansion she’d become familiar with. Today was going to determine the fate of her future with Trevor Maddox. She checked the time for the umpteenth time, wondering if he would show up. He doesn't like her coming without notice.
She'd been in a relationship with him for the past four years. Although it was clearly stated in the contract she’d signed that she was needed for sex, which she had agreed to as she was in desperate need of money, it wasn't the case anymore. “What if he doesn't come?” she soliloquized, anxiety gripping her in a tight embrace. Her feet found their way to the wine collection rack where she poured herself a drink from one of the many bottles sitting there. She took a big gulp as she closed her eyes, savoring the sweet taste of the wine on her tongue. She wouldn't be enjoying such luxury if she hadn't met him. If she hadn't agreed to be his sex toy, she would probably still be in the streets finding the money to pay her father's huge heart surgery bills, their house rents, and even money for feeding. She owed Trevor her life, literally. Their first meeting happened to be the day her landlord kicked her out of the house, paying deaf ears to her helpless pleas. Trevor had been her prince in shining garments as he helped her pick her stuff up before driving her to this mansion which was his private property. After making her feel at home and she’d sobered up a bit, he asked about her story and after she was done with explaining her life ordeals, brought up an offer which she grabbed with both hands. “It was just for a year,” she had thought. “And he was a good-looking fellow. So without giving it any more thought, she scribbled her signature on the document. And Trevor never gave her any reason to regret her decision all through those years. He paid her father's hospital bills and also bought her a three-bedroom apartment. Since then, Phoebe became his secret slut, with them meeting at his secret mansion twice every week to have sex. She knew nothing about him other than the fact that he seemed to be from a rich background and was keeping her a secret. She never bothered anyway, as it was entirely business, and if the truth must be told, enjoyed every bit of the activity. Whenever they were in the heat of the moment, she felt like she was in heaven, with each deep thrust of Trevor sending waves of pleasurable sensations through her. He wasn't rough in bed and in fact, took his time to cherish every part of her body like she was the most expensive asset in his possession. It felt more like lovemaking than it was a hook-up. “I shouldn't have told him that over the phone,” Phoebe mumbled to herself. Just then she heard footsteps and instinctively, while thanking her stars that he'd showed up, walked in calculated steps towards the door. On the very first knock, she opened the door and was graced with the magnificent figure of him, looking as handsome and well-put-together as he’d always been. She hadn't noticed that it had been raining outside, if not for the few patches of water she saw on his suit. The look in his eyes was evidence of his foul mood and it made Phoebe involuntarily swallow saliva. Shifting to the side, she let him in as she braced up for what was to come. Phoebe shut the door behind him and walked with him into the living room. Trevor removed his suit jacket and threw it on the arm of one of the chairs. He did the same with his white T-shirt which made Phoebe avert her gaze. Even though she’d seen him naked a couple of times, she still felt shy when he casually did stuff like that. A hand pulled at her chin and soon her eyes were locked with the brown ones of Trevor. “What's up with the message?” Phoebe was taken aback by the tone of his voice which was a big contrast to the look he had on. She knew he was just trying to be cool. She opened her mouth to say something but her words betrayed her, a low sigh coming out in its place. Trevor's facial expressions softened as he watched her display, his initial anger dispersing into thin air. Without hesitation, he sealed his lips to hers. Since he’d risked coming here, without prior notice, why let the day go to waste? He was pissed with how she'd summoned him to meet her today for something urgent but now he didn't even care to know what it was. He couldn't deny that this woman was irresistible, the exact reason he had offered her the contract in the first place. He wasn't the type to give conditions before helping one in need, but the way her long and full lashes had fluttered in tears, with her lips trembling and her petite figure looking so calm, awakened a once limp member between his thighs. He always fancied having a sweetheart for the sole purpose of sex and has had a few in the past, but has never imposed the decision on anybody but Phoebe was different. Destiny threw her at his feet and he took it as a golden opportunity to strike his deal. She didn't return the kiss but it only urged him on as he deepened it, his huge hands circling her tiny waist. She moaned into his mouth but it did nothing more than fuel his already aroused self. Another light moan fell out of her lips and it made him smile into the kiss. They kissed for some time, their tongues battling like two wrestlers, for one that would dominate the other. With his lips still entwined with hers, he led her to the bedroom and soon they were a foot away from the king-sized bed. He made to remove the strings of her silk gown that exposed a fair amount of her breast when her hand held his in place. “Le_Let’s talk first, Trevor.” Her voice broke the silence of the room. There was a hint of uncertainty and urgency laced to it.Mary leaned on his car, a sly smile clouding her features as she urged him to open. Trevor was about to ignore her when Mrs. Maddox walked out of the hospital, her calculating eyes fixated on him. Biting hard on his inner lips, Trevor let Mary into the car and they zoomed out of the hospital premises in silence. But then, Mary decided to disrupt the serenity of the place. “This is no way to treat your wife, a woman who is carrying your child,” She whined, her tone leaking with amusement. At first, Trevor wanted to ignore her but there was this thing that boiled within him whenever she acted that way. How had he gotten into this mess in the first place? “Look, I don’t know what game you are trying to play with this,” he said as he pointed at her flat belly. “You can deceive the whole world but not me. You expect me to forget how you made a whore of yourself, sleeping around with different men on a daily basis? What is your plan? Did you suddenly forget whose bastard that is?” “
The crackly sound of Ivan’s giggles filled the air as Marcy proceeded to blow raspberries in his belly, making him flail his hands and legs in the air. “I have missed you, tiger,” She said as she pecked the toddler who was trying to catch his breath. “I missed you too,” Ivan shot back, wrapping his tiny hands around her neck and returning her pecks. “I was preparing lunch, let me go and continue with it?” Marcy said after a while, looking up to Lucas and Phoebe who had been watching her exchange with the toddler. Her smile faltered a bit but she quickly recovered. “Let me help….”Phoebe was saying but she hurriedly interrupted. “No….you just got back. You wouldn't want the boss to sack me,” Marcy joked as she stole a glance at Lucas who shrugged his shoulders as he pulled Phoebe to himself and took a big sniff of her scent. “You bet I would,” Lucas confirmed as he broke into a light chuckle, the corners of his eyes wrinkling in delight. The women joined in the laught
Their tongue wrestled for dominance as they ate at each other’s faces like it was their last meal. A moan tore out of Phoebe’s lips as they separated to catch their breath. “You wouldn’t want your father to know the way you moan in bed,” Lucas teased her as he brushed his lips at her sweet spot, making her moan again, this time louder than the first. Phoebe’s face flushed red as she imagined Gladys and her father listening to her whimpering. Embarrassment surged through her as she bit down on her bottom lip, but Lucas seemed to have other plans as he repeated the action a couple of times, nibbling, biting, and sucking on her neck, leaving no part untouched. Phoebe bit down harder on her lip to stifle another moan as she felt hot liquid glide down from her insides. Her whole body burned as he expertly touched her at all of her heating points. But as much as she tried to get him to touch her burning core, he avoided it. Gripping her breasts a bit too firmly, she felt a surge of pain w
“How about you explain to Grandpa and Gladys first while I join in later? Hmm?” Lucas appealed to the toddler. “Okay, Dad,” Ivan gave a curt nod before he hurried into the house. Lucas’s eyes returned to Phoebe, staring at her like they were on a mission to kill her. A second passed. Then a minute, but Lucas neither uttered any word nor did he move. The rate at which Phoebe’s heart pounded against her chest escalated to an even faster pace, as she watched him stare at her like a hawk, his eyes emotionless. Not cold, not warm, it was void of any emotion. “Lucas, I-” The words clung to her throat as she made to explain. It's not like she was sure of what to say as he had caught her in her lie. She'd just confirmed his accusations and nothing she said to him now would matter as he seemed to have already made up his mind. Phoebe was jerked out of her thoughts as Lucas began to move towards her, his expression blank while his eyes continued to bore holes into her. Involuntarily, a
A vein popped out from Lucas’s head as he pranced back and forth, clutching his phone tightly as he dialed Phoebe’s number for the umpteenth time. Where have they gone? He wondered, his heart banging against his chest from fury. Looking up, his eyes locked with James for a brief second, before he averted his gaze. A part of Lucas wanted to yell at the man for letting her leave but he restrained himself, knowing how stupid that would sound. Phoebe was a grown woman and had every right to go out with whoever she wanted and whenever she wanted. After Phoebe had foolishly decided to leave him, Lucas became so furious that he lashed out at her, accusing her to be having an affair with Trevor. He had no idea when the words spewed out from his hands and he'd immediately regretted them. But just as he wanted to apologize, she flared up, yelling about how discontented she was in their marriage, how he always controlled her, and stuff like that. Lucas had been taken aback on hearing that, as
Trevor watched as her nose flared nonstop as she glared at him and he was sure he would be dead if her eyes were guns. Even though he felt a painful twinge for threatening her with their child, he forced his features into an unbothered one. He had to be a little hard on her or he would lose them forever. “Hurry up, Doll. We don’t have all the time in the world,” he urged her on, breaking into a light chuckle as she shot him another deathly stare. But after some seconds, she stomped up to her room, murmuring stuff about jerks who thought they could toy with people. She looks so cute when angry. Trevor thought to himself as he walked back to the living room, shutting the door. Phoebe came down minutes later, dressed in matching outfits with Ivan. Without looking in his direction, she plodded out of the house to wait by the car. Stifling his laughter, Trevor bade James goodbye before he joined them. Soon, they were out of the property. “You look lovely,” Trevor complimented her but s