INICIAR SESIÓNRichard POV The contract had been sitting in front of me for ten minutes.I read the same clause again, frowned, then realized I hadn't taken in a single word.My eyes drifted to my phone.There was nothing.I turned it facedown and forced myself to look at the contract.A minute later, I turned it back over."Pathetic," I muttered under my breath.I wasn't sure whether I meant myself or the person I was waiting to hear from.The door swung open and Marcus came in with his car keys clenched in his fist. He took two steps into the room before stopping to look at me."God, you look like a dump," I said.He stared at me."Don't give me that look, Daddy." He said. I didn't like the sound of that.“ It's Dad for you.” I reminded him. “ And what look are you talking about?” I asked with raised brows."That one you have now. The one where you sit there looking at me like I'm the biggest disappointment of your life." Marcus declared and I snorted."Then stop giving me reasons."He scoffed an
Isadora POV I took my time having dinner and sipping my bottle of wine. Every now and then I caught myself giggling, just thinking about Marcus stuck in his room, his mind running in circles.I'd just stepped into the guest room when the phone rang. I'd been expecting the call since I hit send at my studio.I smirked when I saw the caller ID. He was very predictable."Daddy," I purred when the call connected."Don't Daddy me, Isadora. Do you realise what you've done?" Richard's voice echoed from the speaker. It was so loud that I had to momentarily pull the phone away."What did I do?" I asked, feigning innocence."Don't play dumb with me. You posted that video anonymously, didn't you?" He asked, more like he was trying to confirm."So what if I did? Are you mad?" I fired back."Are you even asking? Do you realise you're putting yourself in danger by being so reckless? What if he traces it back to you? Then what? You think my son will let it go?"I sat on the edge of the bed and kick
Isadora POV I was sitting on my stool with the canvas turned to the wall when I clicked sent.The video was only ninety seconds long because I'd cut out everything before the kiss and everything after.I'd taken out every sound except the faucet running in the background.Marcus was showing his back while Matteo's face was covered as they kissed.No faces, no voices but I knew that was enough to fry his brain. I watched it twice before I uploaded it. Then I tagged nothing, wrote nothing, and pressed post before I could talk myself out of it.My hand wasn't shaking when I did that and that actually surprised me.I was never one to make reckless and dangerous decisions except when backed into a corner.I packed up slowly, left the brushes soaking and turned off the light. On the drive home I didn't check my phone. I hummed alongside the Taylor swift song playing in the background.I was in a good mood undoubtedly.And a good mood for me came with a good meal so when I got home, I b
Isadora POV I headed straight upstairs and took a quick shower, telling myself that I'd just assume Richard was besides me and sleep.That didn't work.My pussy was still throbbing from our earlier encounter.I wanted him. After all these days apart, my body was craving his touch. My pussy was greedy for his cock.I was already naked…I’d not dressed after showering since Marcus wasn’t home.My nipples were tight from the cool air and my own restless fingers.The ache between my legs was impossible to ignore at this point.I considered throwing caution to the air and driving to his home but decided against it.We needed to be careful. What if Marcus had used his away for the night as a bait to see whether I'd run to the man he thought I was fucking? Wasn't doing that giving him everything he needed to destroy me?So, I did the only thing I could think about.I pulled the bedside drawer and pulled a set of items I'd forgotten they existed for months.A vibrator and a dildo. I used the
Isadora POV "Hold me for a moment longer," I whispered against Richard's chest.He didn't ask why, he just wrapped his arms tighter around me, one hand cradling the back of my head."I wish I could hold you and never let you go," he said, his voice rough with emotion.I pulled back just enough to look at him and all I saw was the pain in his expression and the love that was still there despite everything."I just need a little time," I said. "I'm going to make things right. I promise you. Just wait for me." I practically begged.He was not mad at me anymore and that meant the ultimatum he gave that day didn't count anymore, right?Richard's jaw clenched and I could see the war happening behind his eyes.I could see the part of him that wanted to keep me here and the part that couldn't stand the thought of me going back to Marcus."I hate to see you stay away from me for whatever reason," he said finally. "But okay. I'll give you time. Just make sure that when you come to me, you'll n
Isadora POV The venue was packed by the time we arrived.Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting soft light across white walls lined with artwork.The annual art gala was the event of the season where gallery owners, collectors, business associates and artists all gathered in one place. It was where reputations were made and broken.Marcus had his hand on the small of my back as we entered, his smile practiced and perfect."Smile," he whispered in my ear. "Don't look like you were forced to come here."I plastered on a smile and let him guide me through the crowd. I greeted his business associates, laughed at their jokes, and complimented their wives' dresses. I played the dutiful wife perfectly … because I'd had years of practice and that's what I was married for…apparently.My eyes however kept searching the room, looking for that familiar face. I knew he would be here. This event was something people of his status in the community didn't miss. They were perfect for networking.
Something in his eyes changed and the restraint shattered."You want to know what I see?" he growled, his voice dropping to something dark and dangerous. "I see a desperate little slut who has been begging to be fucked properly for two years."Before I could respond, his hand left my breast and gra
ISADORA POVFor a moment, I couldn't move.My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I thought it might break through."Isadora?" Richard called again, his voice low and rich, echoing through the bathroom door.That voice. God, even just hearing him say my name made heat pool between my thighs all
“I would never cheat on my husband.”That had always been my moral compass, the line I swore I'd never cross.That was until the day I discovered my so-called husband had married me to hide his sexuality.Two years of being called Mrs. Clarke, yet my pussy had never once acclaimed that title.Two y
ISADORA POVThe dining room was elegant and well arranged.We settled in the sitting room as the servants arranged everything.Marcus' eyes remained on his phone and mine? They remained glued on the door where Richard would be making his entrance from.I didn't have to wait for long before he showe







