LOGINLeo’s POVI was in the middle of a call with Mark, pacing my living room, my tie already loosened, jacket tossed carelessly on the arm of the couch. He was talking about some investment opportunities back in Canada, something about expansion and partnerships, but my mind wasn’t fully there.“So you see, if we move fast…” Mark was saying.My phone buzzed in my hand again.I glanced at the screen and frowned. My momI stiffened instantly.“Mark, please,” I cut in. “I’ll call you right back.”“Alright, man,” he replied easily. I ended the call immediately to pick her call.“Hello, Mom,” I said, forcing lightness into my voice. “What a pleasant surprise.”“Hold it right there, son,” she snapped, not giving me a second to breathe. “I didn’t call you for pleasantries.”I sighed inwardly, already knowing where this was going.“Ever since you decided to leave a good woman for that leech you now call a wife, that was the day I stopped being proud to call you my son.”I closed my eyes brief
Kiara’s POVFuck! What am I actually doing?Having sex with Leo twice now is crazy. Completely crazy. I’m acting like someone who has been starved for affection and touch, like someone who loses all sense the moment he looks at me a certain way.Now I’m letting him close again, letting him think he has some kind of right to question me about Sophia. Like he didn’t walk out of my life when I needed him the most. Like he didn’t sign those divorce papers without even letting me explain myself. I can't deny the fact that I really enjoyed the sex. It gave me a calm feeling. But I feel so stupid right now.Standing beside my bed, I hit my bed stand as I pace forth and back inside my room, thinking of what to do next, running my hands through my hair.“Get it together, Kiara,” I mutter under my breath.But my brain betrays me.It keeps replaying everything. The way he kissed my neck, slow and deliberate, like he knew exactly where it would weaken me. The way his hands fumbled with my boobs.
Leo’s POVNo woman has ever made me feel the way Kiara does. This is what I've been missing all these years because of my own stupidity. The memory of our sex last time after five years was so fresh in my head. Replaying itself over and over like a punishment I deserve.The way her pussy held my cock so tight. It still recognizes the owner afterall. Her moans drove me nuts and made me want to give her more. Her suckle boobs, her body, the way she arched and clung to me… I released more times than I could count, lost in her completely.“I will definitely fight till I win her back.” I muttered.But it's been three days now. Three long days of silence, and Kiara isn't picking my calls nor responding to my messages. I need to find out why she's been ignoring me after all the lovely moments we had.That’s how I found myself driving straight from my office to hers, my grip on the steering wheel tightening the closer I got.The receptionist at the front desk welcomed me with a polite smile.
Kiara's povI coughed to distract my thoughts, while adjusting myself. Leo raised his hand to the direction of the waiters. One of them came and we placed our orders. Soon it arrived and we devoured it, leaving no crumbs. We were both clearly hungry. Work had drained us, and for a moment, it felt strangely familiar…like the old days when evenings like this were routine.“So,” I said eventually, dabbing my lips with a napkin, “how’s your wife, Miriam?”Leo’s jaw tightened. He rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. “Can we not talk about her tonight, please?” His voice softened. “This night is just for the two of us.”I studied him for a second, then nodded. “Alright.”Truth was, I also want to enjoy my evening as well.He reached for his phone and tilted the screen toward me. “Have you ever been to this club?”I leaned in to look, then laughed. “I can’t even remember the last time I actually had fun.” I gestured vaguely. “It’s been work, work, work. Every single day.”“Well,” h
Kiara’s POVIt’s been four weeks.Four long, weeks since I pulled Sophia out of school and decided to keep her at home. Got her a private teacher that comes at home to teach her. I told myself it was temporary. Just until things settled. Just until Leo stopped hovering like a bad memory that refused to stay buried.Every morning, I watched her sit at the dining table, legs swinging, pencils scattered, humming to herself . She does that while waiting for her tutor. She didn’t complain. Not once. But kids always notice more than they say.“Mummy,” she asked one morning, eyes bright but curious, “when am I going back to school?”That question stayed with me long after I dropped her spoon back into her cereal.At that moment, I felt like I was denying her the privilege to socialize and meet new friends. “Soon baby.” I said to her, kissing her forehead. I had to change her to a new school.A different environment where I hope Leo won't find her.Dropping her off was harder than I expecte
Leo’s POVWhen Kiara walked out on me, the scrape of her chair against the floor cut straight through me.I just sat there, frozen, aware of the curious stares around me, the whispers and side glances. I felt really embarrassed.After a minute, I stood up, adjusted my jacket, and walked out without looking back. My chest felt tight, my jaw clenched so hard it ached.I drove with no destination in mind. Miriam kept buzzing my phone but I know why she was calling and wasn't in the mood to talk about it. Everything about this issue of Sophia being mine or not, is eating me up deeply. I'm certainly getting drunk today.“Damn it,” I muttered, lifting one hand from the wheel just long enough to slam it back down. The steering wheel vibrated under my palm.Maybe I should just let it go. Walk away. Accept the version of the truth she was selling. But my instincts screamed otherwise.I ended up at one of my usual spots, where music drowned out my thoughts. A dimly lit bar tucked away from the







