เข้าสู่ระบบWord came later: after Jason was reported for embezzlement, Vanessa left him too. With Alexander's quiet involvement, she found herself unwelcome at the therapy center and had no choice but to resign. Jason, facing charges for both embezzlement and attempted rape, was sentenced to prison—he wouldn't see the outside for years.After the trial, Alexander and I drove home together. The moment he parked in the garage and I stepped out of the car, his body was against mine. His breath warmed my neck, his lips burning against my ear as his hand slid beneath my waistband, palm pressing flat against my stomach."Always from behind?" I murmured.I turned, looping my arms around his neck. He lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist, my back pressing into the car door. His mouth found mine, tongue plunging deep—twisting, tangling, swallowing. The wet sounds of our kiss echoed in the darkness. His hand tightened on my ass, thumb pressing through denim into the cleft where moisture was alr
Jason's eyes lit up when he saw me, like a drowning man grabbing at driftwood. "Sophia, help me. Please." I said nothing. "Someone reported me for embezzlement. The company's pressing charges. Help me—lend me the money to cover it, and I won't have to go to prison."I looked at him—this man who, just weeks ago, had complained about my body, said I smelled, told me I belonged in a white lab coat serving others. He'd said Vanessa was younger, prettier, better at pleasing him in bed."Jason, that's your mistake, not mine. I'm only here today for the divorce."His face darkened. "Sophia, we're married—""Stop. Soon-to-be ex-husband."His expression twisted viciously. "You're really going to be this ruthless?" He lunged, pinning me against the coffee table. "I'm about to go down anyway. Might as well enjoy myself before I do." His breath was hot against my neck. "Haven't you been tempting me, wanting me to take you? Today's your lucky day."He dropped his pants, pressing against
Fragments of reason stopped Alexander's urges from taking things to the next level outside.Back at his home, I showered and changed into the clothes he'd laid out for me. When I emerged from the bathroom, he scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom. The room was dark, curtains half-drawn, a sliver of moonlight slicing through.He laid me on the bed and hovered above me, his gaze traveling from my forehead to my eyes, nose, lips, then down across my collarbone, breasts, stomach, legs, and feet—finally returning to rest just below my navel, where the deep blue silk awaited.A thong. It barely concealed the dark thicket beneath. The single strip of fabric disappeared into the plush folds, thin strings tied in bows at my hip bones.He reached out, hooking a finger through the front string, tugging gently, then releasing. The fabric dragged against that damp, sensitive crevice, making me tremble."Alex...""Mm." He pushed the string aside and lowered his head.His tongue explored
The slap echoed through the stairwell. Though it didn't hurt much, it shocked me to my core."And you're not a slut? If you weren't a slut, would you have let me claim you in a classroom back in university? Would you prance around me every day in your slutty little outfits if you weren't?"His words cut deep. Then Vanessa smiled at me. "Look at you—a thirty-something hag with belly flab and a loose body. How could you ever compare to me?"Jason jumped in. "Vanessa's right. I got sick of you ages ago. If you weren't stuck to me like gum, begging for it and paying my way, I'd have divorced you years ago."Tears burst from me. I couldn't believe this was how he saw everything I'd done for him.I ran downstairs like a madwoman, collapsed in my car, and sobbed. My whole life flashed before my eyes like a slideshow.After a while, I remembered the afternoon rehabilitation session. I called Alexander, voice cracking with tears, mumbling something about not being able to make it.He hea
The next afternoon, after finishing work, I was in the changing room, swapping clothes, when Vanessa arrived. I struck up a conversation."How's your mother?" I asked.She was taking off her outerwear, replying casually, "Same as always… I have to check on her constantly, and then trouble you to cover my shift again."As she spoke, she removed her pants, revealing a black thong underneath.My heart stopped. The pattern, the cut, the color—it was the exact same one I had seen in the drawer at home. Black with red embroidery, the front incredibly narrow, and perfectly groomed. Vanessa's front was completely smooth, polished and flawless.I froze, then forced myself to regain composure. Maybe she had simply bought a similar one, or perhaps this style was just trendy.Hurriedly, I finished dressing and headed straight home.When I arrived, Jason wasn't back yet. I rifled through the wardrobe, but the thong was nowhere to be found. Anger surged, hot and dizzying—but so did fear. Had
I tried to mumble a refusal, but my body was growing limp. Alexander didn't rush to enter me—instead, he began with slow friction on the outside, then used two fingers to massage the sensitive nub below. My arousal was building. Jason hadn't touched me in so long, and my body's craving had grown fierce.His movements were experienced and skillful. Even before penetration, I felt light-headed with pleasure. Wave after wave of sensation washed through my brain, and just as I felt the head of him parting my lower lips, reason snapped me back to reality. I pushed away his length, shoving him back."I'm sorry, Alexander. I'm a married woman. Even if things aren't good between us right now, we're still husband and wife in name. I can't do this."My resolve moved him. He dressed again, stepped back, and pulled open the storage room door. Light streamed through the gap as he stood silhouetted in it. "Will you still continue Noah's training?" he asked.I looked down silently. He closed th