Chapter 3

"So wet," Damon pushed Nyla against the wall of the presidential suite. His huge cock, thick and long, pressed hard against her thigh.

He ripped off her dress in one swift motion. Her breasts bounced free. He grabbed them roughly, squeezing her nipples between his fingers. Nyla gasped. Her pussy throbbed with need.

He lifted her legs around his waist. His massive penis thrust into her wet entrance. It stretched her wide. She moaned loudly. Damon started pounding into her with deep, powerful strokes.

His stamina was endless. He didn't slow down. His rock-hard abs flexed with each thrust. Nyla's body shook. Her first orgasm hit fast. Waves of pleasure crashed through her. She clenched around his huge shaft.

"More," she begged. Damon flipped her onto the bed. He entered her from behind. His thick cock filled her completely. He slammed in harder. His balls slapped against her skin.

Nyla screamed in ecstasy. Another climax built quickly. Her juices soaked the sheets. Damon's endurance kept him going strong.

He pulled out briefly, flipped her again, and drove back in missionary style. His muscular arms pinned her down. He rubbed her clit with his thumb while thrusting. Nyla came again, her body convulsing.

He didn't stop. Sweat glistened on his perfect muscles. He switched to her on top. Nyla rode his enormous dick, grinding down. It hit her deepest spots.

She orgasmed twice more, her pussy squeezing him tight each time. Damon groaned but held back. His lasting power drove her wild.

Finally, he thrust up hard, filling her with his release. Nyla collapsed, spent from multiple highs. His huge penis had ruined her for anyone else.

The intense fucking left her trembling, satisfied in ways Clark never could.

Dawn light filtered through the heavy curtains into the presidential suite. Nyla slowly opened her eyes. The man beside her was still asleep. His perfect muscle lines looked extra tempting in the morning glow.

She stared quietly at Damon's profile. That face, even in sleep, radiated dangerous charm.

This was her first time betraying Clark. No guilt came. Only an unprecedented sense of relief and vengeful pleasure filled her. Clark thought she would always be the submissive wife. That she would never fight back against his betrayal. He was wrong.

Nyla got up lightly. She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. She picked up her phone. She sent a message to her best friend Valerie.

Nyla: "I need you to prepare a divorce agreement. The sooner the better."

At ten in the morning, Nyla returned home. She found Clark sitting on the living room sofa, waiting. He clearly hadn't slept all night. His eyes were bloodshot. His hair was messy. His suit was wrinkled. When he saw her push the door open, he stood up immediately. His face was full of anxiety.

"Thank God you're okay!" Clark walked quickly toward her. "Where the hell have you been? I came home this morning and you weren't here. I called you a dozen times but your phone was off. I was worried sick!"

Nyla took off her high heels. Her movements were elegant but cold. As if his anxiety had nothing to do with her. "I was out."

"Out? Out where?" Clark tried to grab her hand. But she easily dodged it. "Nyla, you can't just disappear like that without telling me where you're going!"

Nyla turned to look at him. There was no warmth in her eyes. "Really? I can't disappear without telling you? That's rich, coming from someone who spent the entire night somewhere else."

Clark's expression froze. He obviously didn't expect her to question him so directly. He opened his mouth to explain. But Nyla was already heading to the stairs.

"Wait, Nyla!" He chased after her. His tone softened. "Look, I know you're upset about last night, but I really was stuck with that merger deal. You know how important this acquisition is for the company."

Nyla stopped. She turned slowly. "Is that so? Well, if you can stay out all night for your 'important business,' then I suppose I can do the same for mine."

Clark paused. Then he forced a smile. He went to the closet and took out a beautiful gown and a jewelry box. "Hey, forget about all that. Look what I got for you!"

He placed them on the bed. Like he was presenting a treasure. "It's for tonight's annual gala. I had these specially picked out for you. The dress is from Valentino, and the necklace is from Cartier. You'll be the most beautiful woman there."

Nyla glanced at the gown. The beige silk was decorated with delicate lace. It was indeed beautiful. The jewelry box held a diamond necklace. It sparkled under the light.

"I'm not going," she said calmly.

Clark's smile froze on his face. He obviously hadn't expected her to refuse. In his mind, Nyla was always gentle and obedient. Even if she threw a tantrum sometimes, a little coaxing and some small favors would make her comply.

"What do you mean you're not going?" He frowned. His tone carried displeasure. "Nyla, stop being childish. This is Summer Group's annual gala. As Mrs. Summer, your presence is required."

"Required?" Nyla looked at him. There was no warmth in her eyes. "Clark, do you really think that just because you snap your fingers, I have to jump?"

He paused. Then he spoke in a condescending tone. "Look, if you behave tonight and play the perfect wife at the gala, I'll make time to have dinner with you this month. I'll also spend more time with you for... you know, trying for a baby. Isn't that what you've been wanting?"

Hearing this, Nyla felt her stomach churn. He treated accompanying her to dinner and preparing for pregnancy like a favor. As if all her wishes depended on his charity to be realized.

She was about to refuse. But suddenly, an image of old Mr. Richard's kind smile flashed in her mind. As Clark's grandfather, Richard had always been good to her. He often reminded Clark to treat her well. If she didn't attend such an important event, the old man would definitely worry.

Nyla took a deep breath. She decided not to argue with this selfish man anymore.

"Fine," she said coldly. "I'll go."

That evening, Summer Group's annual gala was held at the most luxurious hotel downtown. The banquet hall was brightly lit. Glamorous people filled the space with elegance.

"Mrs. Summer!"

A sickly sweet voice came from behind. Nyla turned. She saw Jordyn walking over with cat-like steps. She wore a gown in the same beige color. The style was almost identical to Nyla's.

"What a coincidence!" Jordyn said with a full smile. But provocation flashed in her eyes. "We're wearing the same color tonight!"

She deliberately twirled in front of Nyla. It made the skirt flare up. "Actually, it's not that much of a coincidence. A few days ago, Clark told me the dress code was formal, so he took me shopping first to pick out something suitable. He said I should choose whatever I liked, and then he would randomly pick one of the remaining clothes for you.."

Jordyn's voice was full of triumph. "I guess you really like my taste, Mrs. Summer."

She said this while deliberately puffing out her chest. It made the lace neckline of the gown more prominent. The necklace on her neck flashed with movement—it was exactly the same style as the one Clark had once called "a client's gift." Now it dangled blatantly on Jordyn's neck, like a thorn stabbing into Nyla's eyes.