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Meds

ผู้เขียน: Shasha Ayomide
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Verena

Daxton was mad. It was from the way fury coated his voice, the raging madness in his eyes, and the way they softened to a lighter shade whenever he locked eyes with me and muttered almost silent words of apology for shouting over the phone.

He was so hot that it turned me on. Wetness dripped down my thigh and right now, I wanted to feel him buried inside of me, fucking me with my head slamming against the headboard until my vision blurred on the edges.

I stared at him with all sorts of lustful thoughts running through my mind. For a second, I wondered if I should slide the robe off my shoulders, crawl over to him, and slowly pull down his zipper until his dick yanked free from his pants.

Or, I could strut over to him, sit on the dresser with my legs parted wide for him while he would drop the phone from his ear, stare at me like he was starving before he got on his knees and took turns lapping on my core until an orgasm was wrung out of me.

I just wanted to see
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  • In Bed With My Ex-Husband’s Uncle    Jealousy

    Daxton I couldn't help but hide the smile on my face. Didn't want her to see them. She might just snap and ask to get down from the car. Excitement bubbled inside of me as I replayed the memories of the fight Verena had with Zita. At first, I was taken aback when I tailed her and saw her drive towards Kian’s home. But Zita came out and she followed her. I thought Verena was only going to confront her. Never in my wildest imagination have I ever pictured her beating someone up. I was proud of her. With Zita, it was definitely long overdue. So, instead of stopping or even interfering, I had just watched her with amusement and affection in my eyes, cheering her on the side. I chuckled, tearing through the silence between us. “I thought I knew a lot of things about you. Never knew little miss is a fighter,” Verena didn't say a word. Anxiety swirled in my gut from the awkwardness that followed. I shouldn't have spoken a word or— Just when I was about to give up on

  • In Bed With My Ex-Husband’s Uncle    Mad Woman

    Verena My Saturday morning to-do list? Find Zita, beat the shit out of that scheming brain of hers. Impatience needled at me as I tapped the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the Villa that used to be mine. I had paid one of the security guards a huge sum last night—Donald. The only person Kian didn't fire after I found out that he had dismissed a lot of the staff because he suspected them. I had asked Donald for only one thing. Zita’s morning routine. She would always go on a run the moment the clock struck seven. I glanced at my wristwatch. 6:59… 7:00 fucking A.M. The moment the car’s door clicked open, Zita strolled out of the gate with a big smile on her face. How could someone be so fake? She got on one knee, did her shoe lace, straightened, and stretched. She was even wearing the gym shorts and sports bra that I forgot to take when I moved out. Or perhaps she even stole it! I could feel the anger festering in my stomach as she ran at a slow pace, past my car, d

  • In Bed With My Ex-Husband’s Uncle    The idea of Space

    Daxton Anger seethed through me as I stared at the cold bowl of noodles—the one I’d made her. I should have grabbed her by the wrist, shoved her against the wall, and kissed her until she melted into my arms. But I didn’t. Instead, what did I do? I remained in the same spot helpless, like a dummy as the word ‘space’ spiraled into an endless loop in my head. What the fuck did ‘I will be needing space from you for a few days’ even mean? I’d searched those words online, going through websites to understand what the concept of ‘space’ meant. Time to reflect, boundaries, and a breathing room— they all spat and churned out the same nonsense. If she wanted space, didn’t that mean she was leaving? And

  • In Bed With My Ex-Husband’s Uncle    To know you

    Verena I paced in the hallway. The random cuffs sitting in his drawer. The basement where he kept Kian in torture for days. His admission to framing Cassandra. It all came back to me and I couldn't help but feel scared. Not of him. But of things he could be. Daxton wasn't the perfect businessman he posed as, he was involved in something far more dangerous than the image he had always shown me. And to add to the top of the list, the fact that a gang worked for him. It was either that he was that influential or straight-up engaged in criminal activity. I needed answers because I didn't know Daxton. Not at all. Daisy barked and I figured out that Daxton was back home. I rushed down the stairs, his face coming into view as he brushed his hand through Daisy’s fur, his eyes coasting over to mine. “Hey, Pr

  • In Bed With My Ex-Husband’s Uncle    Dog Park

    Verena I walked Daisy to the Dog park. That’s been my new routine since I returned from New Orleans. Take her on a walk after work and return home to take care of my bunnies. Daisy never hesitated to show that she loved coming here to play with the other dogs. She wagged her tail, ears flopping, tongue lolling while I ran a finger through her fur, falling to one knee and unclipping her leash. “Have fun, Daisy and…” I had barely completed my words when she sprinted to the gate, another golden retriever bounding towards her, sniffing my Daisy. I whipped my phone out, ready to take pictures to share with Daxton when a voice touched my ears. The back of my neck prickled from the familiarity of that voice. I just hoped it wasn't who I thought it was&

  • In Bed With My Ex-Husband’s Uncle    The best day

    Zita Verena had to be the most heartless woman that I’d ever met. Cold. Stone-hearted. She was so impossible. How could she return every gift box that I sent? All the other gift boxes that I sent to some important wedding guests were made by the maids. But, I had actually put my heart and money into everything that I sent to Verena only for her to dump it into the trash and send a picture of it. Well, it wasn’t her fault. It was mine. If it weren’t for the fear Kian had instilled in me—about his uncle—Verena would be the last person that I would ever send a wedding invite to. At first, I disregarded Kian’s warning—thinking that he was only being paranoid because of the fear of his uncle. Plus, no one knew that I was the one who tipped Mandy off. That was wha

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