~CINDY’S POV~Vicky chuckled, tossing her hair with this proud-as-hell smirk.“Yeah, fifty motherfucking missed calls from your beloved hubby. Now, tell me, is it working or what?”I stared at the screen, thumb scrolling fast through the messages, twenty of ‘em, each one more frantic:Where are you? Are you with him?Call me back. Please, Cindy, come home.The same man who didn’t notice when I vanished for a week. Who blocked my number because I “bothered” him too much.Now blowing up my phone since last night, the last one twenty minutes ago.My stomach twisted with a mix of shock and something bitter.Did he actually care, or was he just panicking, realizing the control he had over me was slipping away like sand?I scoffed, tossing the phone to the foot of the bed, where it bounced off the comforter.“I can’t believe this.”“Told you all along,” Vicky said, leaning forward, elbows on her knees and eyes locked on mine.“All you gotta do is scare him a lil, flash some better options,
~CINDY’S POV~I woke up the next morning with this huge, stupid grin splitting my face, feeling light as air, my whole body humming like I’d been dipped in sunlight.Refreshed. Happy.It was the kind of buzz you get from biting into that one thing you’ve been craving forever, the taste exploding on your tongue and making everything else fade.No wonder sex is in every ad, every movie.It sells because that high after?The rush from an orgasm ripping through you? It’s insane. Leaves you floating, boneless, like the world’s tilted just right.Damian.My grin stretched wider as I rolled onto my back, eyes still squeezed shut, kicking my legs under the sheets.My sweet Damian.Just a few days in my life, and he’s got me twisted up like this.Making me feel sparks Henry snuffed out years ago with his bullshit excuses and cold shoulders.Henry.The name hit like ice water and everything came rushing back.Last night. The date. The car scenario.My eyes snapped open, and I bolted upright wit
~ CINDY’S POV~“You’re seriously defending that guy over me?” Henry barked.His eyes widened in horror. “Over our marriage?”“Yes. Just like you choose your Barbie doll over me, over our marriage!”He froze. “That’s different!”I let out a bitter scoff. “Different?” I leaned closer. “Tell me, Henry, what’s so different about it? Go on, explain it!”“I’m a man, Cindy. And you,” his finger stabbed the air between us, “you’re a woman. The placeholder of this marriage, and your actions determine whether this house stands or falls. And yet here you are—”His words choked off into fury.I stared at him, floored by the outdated, patriarchal garbage spilling from his mouth. How had I been so blind?How did I end up marrying this sorry excuse of a man in the first place? What a colossal mistake.“Now you suddenly care about our marriage?” I said, my voice breaking between a bitter laugh and a scream.“Now? After years of maltreatment, years of pain, you suddenly remember you have a wife and
~CINDY’S POV~“Oh my God.”A choked moan slipped out before I could stop it, my body quivering as the orgasm threatened to crash right through me in the middle of a packed restaurant.Every pulse of the toy inside me sent me closer to the brink.“Damian…” I whispered, my hips bucking under the table, my head tipping back as heat coiled in my belly.I was right there, right at the edge of breaking…“What the hell, Cindy?!”My heart dropped, body turning to ice.That voice.I snapped my eyes open and the orgasm evaporated like it had never existed.Henry.What the heck is be doing here?!I whipped around so fast my neck nearly snapped. He stood there, towering behind me, face red and eyes blazing.And right across the table, Damian sat back cool as ice, smirk spreading wider like he’d been waiting for this moment.Their gazes locked right over my head, heat crashing into heat.Sweat beaded on my forehead, shame curling like fire in my gut. I felt like a wife caught cheating, only this t
~DAMIAN’S POV~Her eyes glistened, and for a split second, the world tilted.Fuck.She’s been suffering. Starving for touch. Starving for love.My chest tightened, fury burning beneath my ribs. That useless bastard made her feel like this. He abandoned her.I gulped, my throat squeezing tight, the taste of iron sharp on my tongue from biting the inside of my cheek.Cindy, I swear to God, I’ll bring back the fire in you.I’ll make you glow again.And when I’m done, that asshole will be crawling at your feet, begging for forgiveness he’ll never get.“I’m sorry,” I muttered, softer than I meant. “I shouldn’t have asked that.”She forced a brittle smile, blinking fast. “It’s fine. Let’s… let’s continue the game.”I arched a brow, a smirk tugging back. “Hmm. Enjoying it now?”“Shut up, Damian. Get it over with,” she snapped, her cheeks bright scarlet.I laughed low, the sound rolling out of me like smoke. “Okay, okay. As her ladyship pleases.”I leaned back, arms crossed, pretending to t
~DAMIAN’S POV~Cindy threw Vicky a look across the room, so fierce it could’ve roasted her on the spot.Vicky, the little traitor, instantly whipped her head away, pretending to admire the wine list like she hadn’t just helped me set this whole thing up.I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing out loud.God, this was too much fun.Cindy leaned toward me, hissing through clenched teeth, her voice low but trembling.“I can’t believe my best friend set me up, and now I’m fighting the urge not to moan in the middle of a fucking restaurant!”Her lips, red and swollen from her biting them raw, spat the words like a curse.I grinned, leaning back like a man fully enjoying his masterpiece. “Calm down, atta girl.”Her eyes widened, furious and wild, but the flush in her cheeks betrayed her. She locked eyes with me, desperate, pupils blown wide with heat, and I swear my cock hardened just from that look.God, she was so fucking beautiful like this: caught between fury and ple