STEWARTMy lips formed into a satisfied smile as I left her office. What happened in there wasn't my plan, but I was glad it did.The way her body responded to my touch, unrestricted... as though every part of her was made for me. Her moans and the way she was in accord with every movement I made.I loved it. The scenes were fresh, and I didn't think I would want to let it get off my head. I would relish the moment until I get her underneath me... Get her obsessed with me. And make her moan my name nonstop. She was mine to begin with. She was made for me.I had messed up in the past.But I promised to make things right. I will get my wife back.Getting out of the elevator that led to the carpark. I saw a car parked at the same time, but I didn't pay attention to it even though it appeared familiar. "Mr. Stewart!" A voice resounded behind me, causing me to turn my head, and I saw Vincent standing beside the car. It was no wonder that the car was familiar.I swayed my gaze over him
VIOLETI couldn't go to work the next day because the level of guilt burning me was inexplicable. That was Stewart—my ex-husband. I had vowed that nothing would happen between us, but something didn't just happen; I fucked him like a beast. The following day, I resumed office like nothing happened and began the day. If I wanted to forget about everything, I needed to invest myself in the loads of work in the company.The day started great. There was no problem. The guilty feeling was rapidly reducing, and my life was slowly getting back on track until it was past lunch and a knock came on. "Come in," I thought it was Liam. I didn't think it would be the same man I didn't want to see.The door opened and Stewart walked in, fully clothed in a black striped shirt and black pair of pants. His abs were visible under the black shirt, and it replayed the scene from that night. The way my hands roamed over his chest and well-defined body. A salacious desire ran through my veins as the di
STEWARTThe sun diffracting from the window shone brightly on my face, causing it to twitch.With my eyes closed, I yawned and stretched. Slowly, I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. The scenes from the hot session we had the previous night rewound in my head, causing a jolt to run through my veins. My member jerked in between my legs. I just couldn't have enough of Violet. I guessed it was because it had been a long time since I last did that with her. The woman I made love to yesterday was different from the woman I mistreated six years ago. She was like a beast, devouring her prey without waiting. And honestly, I enjoyed every bit of it. Call me a hypocrite, but I would love to have her one more time. Scratch that! I meant to say "every time," which I knew was impossible.I looked at the side of the bed, hoping to see her beautiful face, relaxed and fresh, but I found the place empty. My brows creased in bewilderment. Where did she go? I was certain that we slept togeth
STEWART My body stiffened when Violet's lips captured mine. It took me seconds to jerk out of my reverie, but it was too late to stop her. She bit my lower lip and took advantage of the brief moment I parted my lips to prod her tongue into my mouth. She swirled her tongue in my mouth like an expert. My head was void of logical utterance. I couldn't think of a possible solution. I knew she wasn't in her right senses. She wasn't in the right state of mind. She must have drunk something she couldn't handle. The way she acted and spoke was unlike her. What had she taken? She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to her. I raised my hands, and I was afraid to touch her. I couldn't possibly take advantage of her helplessness. That wouldn't make me a gentleman. She already hated me. I didn't want to increase her spite. When I was unresponsive despite all her tricks, she glanced into my eyes, breathing unevenly and deeply. Her breath was raspy as though she was fighting a st
VIOLETThe unmistakable scent of cinnamon slapped me hard in the nose. The scent was familiar, and so was the figure beside me. However, the chaos that was going on within me wasn't giving me the chance to think properly. Raising my head, the person beside me turned out to be my ex-husband, Stewart Johnston. I was surprised. What was he doing in the elevator with me? I left him at the event hall just now. "Is everything alright, Violet? You don't seem fine." His voice ripped through the air, breaking the awkward silence. His voice was laced with worry and concern. I was stunned. Or perhaps I was the one who wasn't hearing it right. There was no way in the world he would be concerned about me. Remembering how I got into the situation I was in right now, I suspected something. Could he be the one who drugged me? Could he be the reason my whole body was reacting to everything? "Mind your business and go back," I grunted. The sensation had dominated me. I felt hot. It was as though I
GENERALThirty minutes after Violet finished the cocktail, she started feeling a weird sensation over her. She raised her head and widened her eyes, struggling to stay sane.She didn't know what was happening. She dropped her head to its position and felt her eyes spinning and her head making an inexplicable movement. She felt hot. She wanted to throw up. "What is wrong with me? Am I drunk after a few glasses of wine and cocktails?" She wondered, blinking her eyes just to keep herself awake. The situation was indescribable. She was certain she hadn't even drunk to her drinking capacity, much less drunk more than her capacity. However, there was something suspicious about why she was tipsy after a few glasses. "Oh my God!" She exclaimed, rubbing her neck. She started feeling hot, and her clitoris tickled. She was horny. At this point, she started suspecting mischief, but she couldn't place a finger on what it could be.Meanwhile, Vincent stood with Mr. Raymond on the other side of