Seducing My Own Billionaire Husband

"You're a martyr, Loraine. A martyr. Do you want me to spell it out for you?"My friend Victoria paced back and forth in front of me, slapping me with her so-called comforting words while scolding me like a preacher. I sat in the middle of the long sofa like a kid who’d just committed a terrible crime."The signs were already right in front of you! I get that you have poor eyesight, but you're not blind yet!" she exclaimed, making air quotes."I'm not overthinking. He has his reasons," I said, shrugging. One of the straps of my spaghetti dress slipped off again, and I tugged it back up for what felt like the hundredth time."Oh yeah? Like working overtime constantly for five whole months? What is he, Batman now? 'Gotta save the world every single night' kind of job?""He's just caught up with work. Plus, his father keeps him under pressure. I understand that," I said, trying to sound convincing—even to myself.She stared at me like I was an idiot. "If you believe every reason he gives

We both moaned in unison as he smashed his lips against mine. Jack kissed me hungrily, groaning as he bit my lip lightly before pulling away. His dark stare was filled with the one emotion I’d been dying to see from him—desire. My husband never looked at me like that. I always thought he only saw me as an acquaintance, or maybe a distant family member he barely remembered existed, or just some stupid woman living in his house. Yet right now, he was really looking at me. Maybe—just maybe—I awakened something in him. I got to steal his attention for a while. He’s mine for a while. I was ignorant of the wicked ways to make him loyal and faithful. I had a lot to learn, and I’m promising myself to start now. It might be too late, and I should’ve done this a long time ago, but it’s better than receiving divorce papers. “Lo, why are you doing this?” he suddenly asked, eyes half-closed, lips parted like he wanted to kiss me again but something was stopping him. But me? I couldn’t think

"Make love to me, Jack." I whispered, feeling that magnetic pull to kiss him, to taste his lips once again. "That's all I ever want from you," I added, anticipation coiling so much that it hurts."Loraine..." he softly called my name, but the way he said it—it had never sounded better.I gasped when our lips brushed against each other, like a match striking, the sparks igniting a fire I couldn’t contain. It was plotting to start a wildfire within me."You said I can trust you," I mumbled, lifting my eyes to find him staring at my lips. "This is me trusting you."My eyes instantly fluttered shut as he slowly pressed his lips to mine. So quick, so quick enough to set my pulse began racing, making me feel more alive than ever."You don't know what I'm capable of doing. I don’t want to scare you," he murmured, a warning that whispered I could step away if I dared, while I still can.I chuckled softly. "I'm not that fragile.""You still have the chance to walk away, Lo."What he said was b

I shifted, sitting on the counter, feeling how my legs shook as an aftermath of the greatest incident that ever happened in my life.While I was high on pleasure, I didn’t care about the positions, the numbness, the soreness. All I felt was pleasure—fulfilling my desire, taking the throne in his life.But now that it was all done, that was when I felt how my bones and muscles complained.And did I have any regrets? Not even the slightest.At least I heard it from his lips. He’s mine.I twirled the pasta around my fork, replaying every moment Jack and I shared in bed for the very first time since we got married—when suddenly, I felt that familiar stare boring holes into my head.When I lifted my gaze, I was immediately held captive by those piercing ocean-blue eyes that could drown me anytime.“What?” I muttered, feeling completely insecure under his intense stare.Do I look used?Do I look ugly?Is he seeing me as more than just a desperate woman?He was gnawing his food slowly, that

Anna De Loughrey.That was the name of my husband's mistress. How did I know? Victoria slept with Finn last night. And the guy just spilled everything in his drunken state.I figured that Jack bought her a condo unit where he spent most of his time whenever he wasn't home, and I'm not that stupid to not know what kind of "activities" they do there.I learned that she was the stepdaughter of a renowned philanthropist who happened to be Uncle Nolan's business partner, Douglas De Loughrey.And what else?They were sweet as hell, and they were inseparable.I sucked my inner cheek, glancing at Jack sitting next to me inside the Benz, reading papers and being all tenacious about it since yesterday.He literally brought his work with us.Why? Oh, I think I know why.He needed to make a barricade—a wall between us.Probably because he honors that Anna more than he does me.And he hasn't spoken to me ever since he came home the other night after I saw him with his other woman.Has he already f