“How are you single?” Donovan asked Iris during their lunch.“Who says I’m single?” “Are you?”“It’s…complicated,” Iris admitted. “So you have a boyfriend who doesn’t act right?” Donovan questioned. He was curious how Iris would describe Emile. “He’s amazing, he just…can’t fully give himself to me right now and that’s very frustrating.”“So he’s afraid of commitment?”“He’s just kind of unavailable.” Iris shrugged. “So why do you even deal with him?” Donovan questioned. “Because I’ve never met anyone like him.”“Would he be upset that you’re out with me?” Iris smiled and nodded. “Well I won’t tell if you don’t.”“Oh he's too busy to even care.” Iris assured him.Donovan took a sip of his drink, feeling satisfied. It seemed Emile hadn't texted Iris for a third time. Who knows how long he’d take to contact her now?He hoped by the time he did, he would have already had Iris in bed. He was planning on making a move tonight. Somehow he was going to get into Iris’s house and he plann
Sienna woke up happily in Emile’s arms.They had an incredible night at the club and came back to their chateau and made love. Emile was more enthusiastic than he had been in so long. Emile kissed her forehead. “Morning my love.”“Morning,” She smiled. “I had so much fun last night.”“Me too. You were right, Paris is exactly what we needed.”“Let’s have breakfast on the balcony.” “I’ll meet you there.” Emile kissed Sienna and she got out of bed. Emile reached for his phone and saw he had a significant amount of likes. He didn’t post the pictures because he realized then Iris would know what his wife looked like and that could be dangerous. But a loving post with a picture of the Eiffel Tower about being in the city of love with his wife would do. He saw a text from Iris.Seems like you’re having fun with your wife. Congrats on a healthy FAITHFUL marriage I guess.“Fuck,” Emile muttered to himself. This little scheme had fully backfired. He only wanted to make her jealous, not p
Iris was more furious than ever.Emile had never treated her more like a mistress. He distracted her with sex and then left her to go back to his wife. She felt dirty and used. Maybe this was who Emile really was.He just used women in whatever way he wanted and then when he was bored and done he would toss them aside. Iris refused to be treated like trash. Her phone rang on the kitchen counter. She was glad to see it was Donovan. “Hey beautiful,” Donovan said. “We still on for tonight?”“Of course we are, I’m cooking right now.”“That picture you sent me last night…that was something.”“I thought you might like a sneak peak of what could happen tonight.” Iris giggled. “Did you like my picture?” Donovan asked. “I sure did. You are very well endowed.”“That wasn’t even the whole thing.”Iris smiled. She knew what they were doing was a little dangerous, but she no longer cared. Emile wasn’t treating her right and Donovan was treating her like a priority. Like a sexy beautiful woman.
Iris shoved Donovan to the ground. She dropped down on top of him and kissed him again. Donovan’s fingers slipped in her hair and tugged it. Iris moaned into his mouth as she grinded against him. She shuddered, feeling his erection through his pants. Donovan had had enough foreplay. He was ready to take it all the way. He rolled on top of Iris and spread her legs. Iris reached up and unbuckled his pants as he stripped off his shirt. Her eyes widened when she pulled down Donovan’s pants. He had been right when he said the picture wasn’t even the whole thing. Donovan grinned at her reaction before pushing her back down.Iris clawed at the carpet as Donovan shoved himself inside of her. He was stretching her out completely and the pain and pleasure was too much for her to handle. “Oh my god Donovan.”Donovan paused for a moment, unable to fully comprehend how tightly and warmly his cock was being enveloped. Nothing in all of his dreams and fantasies could have truly prepared him for
Emile Astor feared he was losing his mind. He had barely heard from Iris in a week and a half. Ever since the phone sex call Iris had been cold and distant. She only texted him and they were all very short messages. The latest being ‘maybe we should talk when you’re back’. Maybe? And that meant another week of no communication! He hated this. Sienna was noticing that Emile was only half enjoying their trip. When they were out to dinners and dancing he was present and having a good time. But the moment they came back to the chateau and he would check his phone, sadness set in. Iris must not be texting him back. That meant Donovan was doing his job. She had been bad about communication with Donovan in the last week and a half. She knew that he and Iris had slept together, but didn’t get the full details that she was dying for.Sienna decided that she would call Donovan during her solo shopping trip. Emile clearly wanted to sulk. “Hey boss,” Donovan answered the phone. “You’ve been
“So…I’ve been seeing someone new.” Iris smiled. Dr. Verona perked up. “Have you now?”“Yeah. His name is Donovan and he’s really sweet. He makes me happy and feel light. I think he’s the key to what I’ve been missing.”“And what have you been missing?”“Commitment and happiness. He’ll give me those, I just know it.” Iris said. “And so are things over with Emile?” Dr. Verona questioned. “Well…not exactly. He’s still in Paris with his wife. He still calls and texts. I-I know things will change when he gets back.”“In what way?”“It’s easy to just focus on Donovan when Emile isn’t here. But he’ll come back and completely take over my mind.”“He doesn’t have to if you don’t want him to.” Dr. Verona pointed out. “You don’t get it…Emile has a hold on me like nothing else. It’s not something I can escape.”“You can escape, Iris. You escaped Cal.”She snorted. “Yeah have I?”“What's going on?” Dr. Verona sounded worried. “Donovan has been getting threatening notes. I’m pretty sure they’r
Emile spotted Iris the moment he walked in the door. She was holding Donovan’s hand and it bothered him more than anything in the world. Here she was at a party, casually holding another man’s hand like she wasn’t even thinking of Emile anymore. “Emile!” Joi stopped him as he started making his way towards Iris. “I thought you were in Paris.”“Not anymore,” He responded, trying to get past her.“Please…please don’t make a scene.”“I just want to talk to her.”“What if she doesn't want to talk to you, Emile?”“Joi, this is none of your business, just let me talk to her.”“You’re not supposed to be here,” Korah approached them. “Iris is happy, don’t ruin this for her.”“I make her happy,” Emile insisted. “I’m not going to cause a scene, I just want to talk to my girlfriend!”The girls exchanged looks and let him pass. They knew it would cause more of a scene trying to stop him. They watched nervously as he approached Iris and Donovan who still hadn’t seen him. Emile sneered as he wit
Just as Sienna thought, Iris and Emile were together. It had been Iris that reached out this time. She didn’t like the way they left things. She hated that she was the one chasing him now, but she couldn't help it. She still loved him. “Is your boyfriend here?” Emile asked as he entered the house.“No, he’s not.”“Good. I got you these.” Emile showed her the bouquet of flowers that had been behind his back.Iris smiled happily. “Aw, thank you, Emile. That’s very sweet.”“I’m a sweet guy. Why don’t you put those in a vase and get us something to drink?”Iris was taken aback at Emile’s bold behavior. He was acting extremely confident and completely in control. It reminded her of the night they had met in the bar. How calm and collected he had been. How he knew he had her from the moment their eyes met.“I’ll be right back.” Iris stated. Emile took his suit jacket off before taking a seat. He unbuttoned the first buttons on his shirt to show off his chest. He knew that it would drive