Seducing My Brother-in-Law
“Uh-uh” My moan echoed the room”
Yes baby! Go harder! Harder baby!
Now call me flirty names while I fuck you hard like a sweet slut” My brother in law said. Tightening his grip on my waist and without warning, he pulled out slowly and slammed in harder.
Khloe has everything a woman is supposed to want; a wealthy husband, a penthouse and a last name that opens every door in New York city. What she doesn't have is a husband who knows how to make her feel like a woman.
Micheal Thomas is handsome, powerful and completely useless behind closed doors. Their bedroom is cold, silent disappointment that Khloe has learned to smile through. She tells herself that desire fades for everyone eventually.
Then Samuel Thomas comes home. Her brother in law is everything she wanted and from the he touches her for the first time, she stops lying to her self entirely.
What starts as on reckless and unforgettable night, quietly becomes an addiction neither of them can quit. He makes her feel worshipped, desired, satisfied and completely undone and Khloe finds herself closing the secret over everything she was supposed to to protect.
I gasped as he banged harder!, covering my mouth with his hand and whispered “Be quiet, if you don't want your husband to hear us.”
For months, they are careful, clever and dangerously good at pretending but every secret has an expiration date.
“Will the secret leaked out or will it go deeper?
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Chapter: Chapter 13- Gerald’s GameGerald Thomas knew.He knew about Samuel and me before he died. He recorded his response. He left three recordings total, each one placed like a chess piece, each one timed to land at a specific moment in a sequence he designed from a hospital bed while his family moved around him, believing he was dying.He was not simply dying.He was managing.I stand on the sidewalk and look at Samuel and say, “Gerald knew about us.”Samuel does not react with surprise.I registered for that.“When did you find out?” I ask.“Four days ago,” he says. “Elena flagged it. Gerald’s personal lawyer informed her that the third recording existed.” He meets my eyes. “I was going to tell you.”“When?”“After the Times story. After the settlement. After the immediate fires were out.” He holds my gaze. “I did not want it to change what you decided about us.”I look at him for a long moment.Two weeks ago, I would have called that a lie dressed as protection. Today, I understand it as a man who was frightened
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Chapter: Chapter 12- The RecordingSamuel does not answer immediately.He stands up and walks to the window. Stands with his back to me, looking at the city, and his hands are in his pockets, and his shoulders are tight.I watch him.I know that posture. I have seen it twice before. Once at the hospital, when the doctor said Gerald had less time than expected. Once in this room, when I told him about Matthew Cross.It is the posture of a man about to say something true that he wishes he did not have to say.“Samuel.”He turns around.“There was a second recording,” he says. “Gerald made two. One naming me as beneficiary. One recorded three days later.” He meets my eyes. “I found out about the second one four weeks ago. Elena was trying to determine if it was admissible.”“What is on it?”“Gerald changed his mind.” He says it flat and clean. No softening. “Not about the money. The money stays mine. He confirmed that in the first recording and never reversed it.” He pauses. “He changed his mind about marriage.”I still g
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Chapter: Chapter 11- WarMichael sent a photographer to my mother’s building in Brooklyn.I am still holding the phone when Samuel takes it from my hand, reads the text I sent my mother, and starts pulling on his jacket.“We go to Brooklyn,” he says.“No.” I take the phone back. “You go to the Times. I go to Brooklyn.”“Khloe”“Samuel.” I look at him directly. “Michael wants a reaction. He wants a photograph of us together outside my mother’s building. Give him that and tomorrow’s press conference writes itself.” I pick up my bag. “You call the Times. I handle my mother. We meet back here at nine.”He holds my gaze for three seconds.“Nine o’clock,” he says.I leave.The cab to Brooklyn takes twenty-two minutes. I spend them texting Patricia, who responds with the controlled fury of a lawyer whose case is being personally attacked and wants to file four additional motions before morning.I tell her to hold.She does not like that.My mother is standing at her apartment window when my cab pulls up. I see her b
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Chapter: Chapter 10- The Truth About SamuelI have cross-examined liars in depositions for eight years.I know what a fabricated story looks like. I know the specific architecture of a lie built to withstand scrutiny, the too-perfect details, the preemptive answers, the careful positioning of truth around a hollow center. I have dismantled them methodically, professionally, without mercy.I am sitting in Gerald Thomas’s study, looking at a photograph of Samuel outside a divorce attorney’s office, and running every single thing Samuel has ever said to me through that same filter.And I cannot decide what I find.That is the most frightening thing.Not the photograph. Not Divine’s voice delivering her verdict with that particular satisfied softness. Not even the woman on Samuel’s phone at midnight. The most frightening thing is that I cannot immediately, instinctively, with the certainty I have always trusted, but I cannot tell if it is true.Because if Samuel used me, if the coffee shop and the hospital and the hairpin and “tell
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Chapter: Chapter 9- The Morning After EverythingI did not sleep.Not because of Michael. Not because of the divorce lawyers who will be making calls before sunrise. Not even because of the flash drive sitting on the hotel nightstand beside me like a small plastic grenade.Because of her voice.Low. Breathless. Disoriented in the specific way of someone pulled from sleep in a warm bed by a ringing phone that is not theirs.I have replayed it approximately four hundred times since I hung up. Each time it lands in a different place first my stomach, then my chest, then somewhere deeper, more fundamental, where the things I chose and the price I paid for them share the same unbearable room.I checked into a hotel on the 57th. Not Langham, I will never walk into Langham again as long as I live. Something smaller, anonymous, the kind of place that takes your card without asking questions and gives you a room that smells like clean linen and other people’s fresh starts.I sat on the bed.I opened my laptop.I made three calls.The first w
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Chapter: Chapter 8- Matthew’s PriceI just walked out of my marriage with one bag and a text from a man I met twelve hours ago.This is my life now.The elevator descends forty-two floors, and I stand inside it with my overnight bag at my feet and Matthew Cross’s message burning on my screen and the echo of Michael’s voice, " Get out of my apartment, Khloe! playing on a loop in my chest like a song I cannot stop hearing.Three weeks ago, I was lying on my back, counting ceiling tiles while my husband slept beside me.Tonight, I am standing in an elevator with everything I own in one bag, headed toward a meeting I have been told not to tell anyone about.The doors open to the lobby.I walk out into the cold Manhattan night, and I do not look back.Not once.-----Matthew sends an address on the Lower East Side, a restaurant called Aldine, small and intimate, the kind of place that does not appear in any Thomas family social directory. I take a cab. I sit in the back, my overnight bag between my feet, my phone in my hand,
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