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I reached and took her hands from my pants and then moved down to peel her panties out of the way before lining my hard cock at her entrance."Ready?"She nodded, her grey eyes a dark pool of lust.I swung my hip forward burying hip cock half way inside her gushing warmth. My eyes closed again as her soft channel hugged my cock snugly feeling my whole system with unimaginable pleasure.Lily was only too happy to express her pleasure, unmindful that we are in the office. I wasn't scared of us being heard. My office is sound prove, with privacy glass, and also is after work hours and most employees have gone.I moved again burying all my twelve inches wide girth inside her."Ah!!!" She moaned"Mmm," I replied as fire licked our skin. I started a slow thrust into her wet pussy, moving my hips leisurely like we have all the time in the world, and when we couldn't bear the pleasure any more when the need to cum became so much I started thrusting furiously, deeply into her.She screamed, scratching my back through my work shirt.I kissed her to swallow her screams, thrusting until she couldn't scream or cum anymore before I came inside her with a deep grunt.We panted as we rode down from our sex high, our bodies slightly sweaty."Wow!"I smirked at her awed expression."Did you get what you came from?" I teased pulling away from her."Are you saying I only came to get fucked?" She teased back picking a wipe to clean herself."You said it, I didn't." I picked one of the bags on the table taking out the food inside.We ate while we talked."I am going to tell her tonight.""Is about damn time," she growled with her mouth filled with food.I should be feeling happy that soon I will have my freedom but that isn't what I was feeling which is weird.I have always thought that I needed to be free from Kamaria so what's going on.I didn't communicate any of this with Lily and after we finished eating I took her home and then drove home.When I got into the house all the euphoria I felt with Lily disappeared and a bit of tension gripped me.That is another thing that makes me want to get my freedom from Kamaria. With Lily I am myself, but with Kamaria I am driven to be better because I am scared of disappointing her. Kamaria is one of the most brilliant woman I have ever seen, and when we were growing up she was someone I considered untouchable. When we got married I didn't know how to relate with her still don't know. Her calm demeanor even in the face of adversity disconcerts me.I opened the door to our bedroom and found her brushing her hair. My heart skipped. That is the part I don't understand. Kamaria doesn't need to do anything to get my heart racing. She makes me feel not in control and I hate that.We got the greeting and the small talk out of the way and then I told her what I have been gearing up for weeks to say.“Let’s get a divorce,” the words spilled out of me like they had a mind of their own.KAMARIA POVEven though his words caused me to flinch like someone who was suddenly pinched I wasn't shocked by his words. It was long time coming. I am a little surprise he waited this long.The reason why we married, the glue that was holding our marriage together is gone, so there is no longer any reason for us to continue being together.Though his pronouncement didn't come as a surprise that doesn't mean it hurt any less.The pain that I was experiencing in my chest was as excruciating as a heart attack and it took everything in me to keep it off my face.It wouldn't do me any good for him to see my pain, is not going to change his mind. Damien is not a man moved by his emotions and the only thing I will get for my effort is pity.And I hate that.Damien and I only got married because our fathers willed it. As young boys Damien's father and mine were best of friends. Their friendship was so tight that they made a part that if they have kids of different sex they have them marry each further fostering their friendship and family closeness.Damien and I grew up together as family friends even though his family is way richer and powerful than mine. I used to feel very self conscious whenever we have to go to theirs for dinner or any function.When our fathers announced our marriage to us I was secretly glad because Damien had been my crush since I was a teenager but I never thought I had a chance with him. I wasn't the kind of girls he went out with. Tall skinny beautiful women with looks like runway models. I was short very curvy and average looks. So not Damien's type.Though I was happy it wasn't the same for Damien who already have someone he was in love with, but he couldn't back out because his father threatened to cut him off and the old man was dying of prostate cancer.A month ago he passed on and that is why we having this discussion now."Alright," I said calmly and laid down with the intention of going right to sleep.But sleep was as elusive as elusive as one’s shadow.I felt him leave the room as soon as he was done undressing and that is when the dam broke.The rigid control I had over my emotions while he was still in the room loosened and the tears came. I wept bitterly like a child. My heart aching like it had hundred needles sticking into it.I curled into myself on the bed, wondering if I could fold myself out of existence, wondering if there was anything I could do for this heart ache.This was the worst pain I have ever felt, and I have felt a whole lot of pain.Since getting married to Damien, I have lost count how many times he had broken my heart. Is it with the cold, indifferent way he treated me, like I didn’t matter, or the blatant disregard of my feelings while he did what he wanted with his mistress.But with all these things the only thing that consoled me was that he was married to me, at least I had his name, and soon I might have his child.Looks like is never happening.KAMARIA POV The dawning of a new day didn’t bring with it any good tidings, rather it came with reminiscing of past memories and a lot of sadness.Our first kiss had happened when we were teenagers. My first party. I was sixteen then, Damien eighteen. It was his birthday party and my parents allowed me to go even though it was on a school night.It had been a pretty wild party but I managed to stir clear of the drinks. I was only there because of Damien. Finally it was getting late and I went in search of him to give him the gift I bought for him.I found him in his room and without thinking walked in, only Damien had been drunk and high out of his mind and thought me one of his sluts.He had immediately pounced on me and kissed me. I tried to resist but it was hard fighting against your own desires. The kiss had been everything I have read in romance books and seen in movies. It was perfect, made my toes curl, but the look of disgust that came over Damien's face when he realised who
DAMIEN POVI got into work mid morning today because I needed some time to clear my head. Finally the divorce is happening, I should be glad. It is what I have wanted since my father announced that I was getting married to Kamaria, but why am I feeling like I was making a mistake. My driving around didn’t exactly clear my head, neither did it make me change my mind. As soon as I settled down into my seat, I called in my secretary to get an update on what I have on my calendar. After she was done briefing me on the litany of meetings I have, I enquired if the creative director of our advertising branch called. Our company is a huge company made up of two branches. The marketing branch and the advertising branch, and I am the CEO of the both branch. Our advertising branch hasn’t been doing well, and I am at the verge of firing the creative director for his incompetency. “No he didn’t.”I shook my head, reaching for the telephone on my desk to call him. “Your mother called,” my se
KAMARIA POVIs been two weeks since I moved out of Damien's house and I haven't heard from him. Why doesn't that surprise me. This just proves how much Damien regarded me. Which is nothing. I don't need more proof to know he doesn't love me but it seems everywhere I look there is a reminder. Telling myself it doesn't hurt will be a big fat lie to myself and there are just two people you can't lie to yourself and God.For days now I have been trying not to think about him, to move on with my life. Telling myself that it is over. We might not have signed the divorce papers but it is over, but getting over Damien is easier said than done.I haven't told my parents about our divorce and that is because of my dad. I don't want to break his heart on top of losing his best friend, a man he considers a brother more than his own brothers. The Blacks might not like my family, at least two - third the Blacks, but my family loves them, especially Damien whom my father treats like a son he never ha
KAMARIA POV Twenty minutes later the Matheson's arrived. While they were exchanging pleasantries I excused myself to get in the snacks and coffee I arranged for this meeting yesterday before I rejoined in ready to take notes. Jeffery once again went over everything Madeline wants and then asked her if she will consider settling outside the court. Madeline tilted her perfectly cut blonde hair which is beginning to show sighs of greying as she gave Jeffrey's words some thoughts. "I will consider it if Tony is willing.""Brilliant, I will speak to his lawyers,"Jeffery said with one of his rare smiles. Jeffery is usually not a smiling man, but on good occasions like this, they tend to sneak out. The meeting ended and Jeffrey shook hands with Madeline and the people that came with her and they left with a promise from Jeffery to contact them when he has spoken to Tony's lawyers. I was about to leave the office when Jeffrey called me back. "What is going on Kamaria?" His expression wa
DAMIEN POVI called for my assistant and she was there within seconds looking like she ran across the room with that nervous look about her that makes me wonder if I have a masquerade mask on. "Go down to the eatry that just opened few blocks away and get me some lunch," I said coldly and bent back to computer in front of me. A few seconds later I looked up to see her still standing there swaying from one foot to the other with a look of indecision about her. " Yes," I growled wondering why she hasn't gone and come back with my lunch. "S...sorry..."There she goes again apologising. "Why?"My voice have gone few octaves lower and hard. Her brow wrinkled in confusion. "E...excuse me!" "You are not. Now why are you sorry?" I demanded again, my voice flat. The nervous look on her face worsened. I shook my head as I watched her tremble before me. Maria have been with me for the past three years and yet she still acts like some skittish cat where I am. "Don't ever say sorry again
KAMARIA POV Never try to drown your pain with alcohol because come the next morning you will be in a world of pain and your problems will still be there waiting for you.Last night Bobby and Jonathan came over as promised.But instead of getting into signing the divorce papers we decided to drink. They wanted to cheer me up and in their words, actually this was from Bobby who has never been a fan of Damien. The arrogant prick can wait.Bobby Jonathan and I have been best friends since high school. Bobby and I met first, in the school hallway, actually we ran into each other, literally. That was sophomore year, it was Bobby's first day in school. His friendly smile had been what drew me to him. His teeth was so white against his dark skin. I gave him the direction to the principal's office and when we met again in the cafeteria that was the beginning of our friendship. Not for once did Bobby and I think of dating each other despite how handsome he was. There was never such spark betwee
KAMARIA POV Kamaria open the door is me," Bobby voice rang upstairs. I buzzed him in and then waited with my nerves rattling for him to get to my apartment so I can ask him whether being two weeks late is something to worry about. Bobby has tons of sisters, four of them and him being the only boy and the middle child, I am sure he will know. "Kamaria where are you?" He yelled from the living room. "In here!" He walked in and stopped short at the door. "Are you alright. You look pale?" His handsome face reflecting the worry in his voice. "I shook my head. Is two weeks enough for me to worry?" "What?!" Bobby frowned taking a seat on the bed and keeping the bag containing the soup he brought for me on my desk. "I am two weeks late." I am sure I didn't need further explanation than that. Every boy of dating age understands when a girl says I am two weeks late. "When did you last fuck Damien?" If it was anyone I would probably be embarrassed by the question but this Bobby, my bes
DAMIEN POVI let out an animalistic growl when the phone went unanswered from Kamaria's end, my fist clenching on itself as my anger roared out of control. How dare she not pick my call! Is she avoiding me, trying to get back at me for something?! Is that why she hasn't signed. Maybe the money I gave her isn't enough and she and that lawyer boss of hers are plotting ways to take more from me. My expression hardened into a stony mask of anger and disgust. If Kamaria decides to prove my mother right that she is a gold digger after my family money, then she is going to see the ugly side of me. One thing I hate most is giving my mother something to gloat about. I was about to redial the number again when the telephone on my desk rang startling me, making me jump slightly on my seat. My anger worsened at being made to jump like some damned scardy cat. "What!" I snarled, not caring who is on the other side. I heard a squeak on the other side like my tone had scared the person but I did