Chapter 1

FELICIA

“I want an open marriage!” Harry's voice shook me as he slammed the door behind me.

I was only trying to enjoy the show on the TV when he walked in.

I rushed over, but the man I saw wasn't the man I married, he wasn't the man I knew. His face was stern and bitter with hate.

“Harry, what do you mean?!” I asked; my voice was firm but deep down, my heart was racing with panic. “What has gotten into you?!” There was a tiny crack in my voice now and he caught that immediately, he sensed the fear and it was evident with that subtle flicker in his eyes.

“Harry…”

He didn't let me finish, he shoved some documents to me rudely and the papers flew around, I scrambled to gather them while he just stood with heavy breaths and a cold scowl.

I scanned the documents carefully, making sure I reread every sentence and understood it's full context before I turned back to him. My voice hitched in my throat as I stared at him. At this point, I'm very sure he's clearly not in his right senses.

“So all of a sudden, your mom now has a say in our marriage right?” I raised an eyebrow, my voice firm as the air around us thickened with the growing tension.

He was calm for a while, I bet he was trying to cook some words to break me and I knew exactly what he was about to say.

“Felicia, it's been three years?!” He spat in my face, and my heart skipped a beat.

But I straightened up and stared at him coldly.

“And so what? We can keep trying?”

“I can't be in a marriage with a barren woman. You clearly couldn't defend yourself in the last dinner we had with my parents and I have no choice. I'm even doing you a favor…” he remarked and those silly words of his sank deep into my already broken heart.

“How dare you?!” I screamed back at him as I couldn't contain the rage anymore.

All of a sudden, am now barren? After all these years of building this company from scratch with you, this is what I get right?

“Harry,” I spat unfazed. “I'm not signing this trash!” I shoved it back to him but he held me, his brows raised.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, young lady, not so fast…” he held my hands so the document didn't litter everywhere.

“I already have someone that's pregnant for me, so I think you need to read that document again and rethink.” He stated coldly.

This was when it dawned on me that I was doomed. In the document, I was stated that in the case of me rejecting the open marriage for any reason, he would be forced to divorce me leaving me with nothing as he has already transferred ownership of all his assets, including the company without my consent to his mother.

I stood before him, my mind racing with thoughts and my soul boiling with rage.

“Oh, she's here,” he chuckled after his phone tinged.

He rushed to the door and the drama just got better. Of all people, it was my damn best friend, Jessica that he brought in that was now the pregnant one he talked about.

“What's going on here?!” I couldn't hold back the anger and wanted to grab her and tear her to pieces when he pushed me back.

“Easy there young lady. If you touch her, I'll sue you for assault and you will not just lose this small opportunity I'm giving you to still survive, you will do jail time!” He warned.

My fist clenched hard and I just took a step back, breathing heavily.

“Now, you've already wasted my time a lot. Are you going to sign the document? In this case, it's a yes or yes for you, except you want to be homeless?”

He got me, I just couldn't do anything. Fuck!

With a sigh of defeat, I just scribbled my signature on the damn papers and tossed it over to him.

“Fuck you…,both of you!” I spat.

“Be careful with your words young lady, you're here by my mercy.” He said coldly and headed upstairs. All these while, that slut I called a friend couldn't look at me, she couldn't look me in the eye and face her betrayal.

Shit! This is bull shit! I really need something to cool off my steam and I think I know just what to do.

You know what, I can't take this. It's an open marriage right, then I think it'll only be fair if we both got a share of the madness and maybe, after this, I'll get some clarity on what next to do about this whole thing.

Without any hesitation, I grabbed my laptop and headed to a dating site. I didn't waste any time, I just scanned through and I saw a new user that piqued my interest.

The others were popular call boys and I don't need them.

What was even more interesting was the fact this dude was charging the most for a night with him.

I don't mind squandering the money, I just need to fuck someone now! Harry is fucking someone else, I'm going to do that too! And then I will come, let him know and pack my stuff to leave and never come back.

I went upstairs immediately and they were still busy, in fact she was riding on his dick, my property! I ignored them and just grabbed my lingerie and changed right there and thereafter, grabbed a coat and covered it.

“Hey, where are you going?” He said non challantly in that weak voice of his.

Why don't you just mind your business?! Don't push me to the edge, I swear I'll break your heads.

I didn't reply him, because if I did, it would be catastrophic.

“Whatever…close the door please!” He scorned and I slammed the door for him too and headed out.

How dare he?! Well, it's best I don't think about this whole thing for now.

I got into my car and drove off straight away to the hotel we had already booked.

He has given specific rules though, that I must appear in a black lingerie and also his pay would be in cash and again, he said he must wear a mask to hide his identity which I don't really care about.

As far as he can fuck me good, if possible get a recording so I can send it to Harry, then I'm good.

When I walked, I held my coat to cover myself well, I felt vulnerable and ashamed in such a dress outside. I checked in with the receptionist and quickly headed straight to the room we had booked.

When I walked in, he was already seated on the bed, no shirt, the mask on and damn, he looked too powerful. His cologne alone told me he wasn't just an ordinary call boy or man as we have it.

His aura too wasn't just the same for some boy that wanted to flirt, it spoke power and depth and it shook my heart, but why did he accept it?

He sounded possessive on the chat like I was his already and while I was still contemplating, his deep voice riled me up.

“Strip!” He ordered and somehow, I don't know, but it felt like a charm and I quickly took off the coat and revealed the lingerie he had asked me to wear.

I thought he was supposed to be submissive to me like call boys do…

But he walked over and grabbed my neck and looked at me calmly. His hand quickly reached for the straps and he took them off effortlessly and revealed my hardened nipples. I was trembling already when he tossed me over the bed.

“Tonight, pointy tities, you are mine…” He growled.

Shit…!