LOGINChloe’s POV
I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned immediately and stood frozen. I found myself tongue tied. His abs were visibly well built, and those biceps and triceps, they made my insides chin with excitement! His tanned skin looked so smooth, so well taken care of and my gaze trailed slowly to his face. I could see his blue eyes as he raised his head up and his eyes met with mine, making my heart jump. Weird feeling! I had never felt my heart react like that to my now ex boyfriend. “What are you still doing standing there?” He spoke, his lips moving and my wet thighs subconsciously clamped together as I felt it throb! My pissy throbbed! With just his voice. “Get a hold of yourself.” I muttered to myself. “What the heck are you thinking? Why the heck are you high, reacting to just a man’s voice?” His voice was deep and in all shades, it was hot! I was sweating profusely. “Get over here bitch! I hate to be kept waiting!” His voice was deep. Who was this man? That made my pussy throb with just his voice alone. His voice was authoritative, I couldn’t reason again, I just walked over to him, my wet thighs brushing each other. “Aren’t you a professional? Why behave like you are a novice? Get down on your knees already and start your job. Now.” He ordered. I never mind about how he ordered me, I just.….did as he had ordered me to, feeling the heat in my pussy. He removed his towel, letting it fall and revealing his thick hard cock to me. “Oh! My!” I let out a soft sound. “That’s massive.” “Take my cock and do exactly what you know how to do.” He said instantly. I swallowed my saliva real quick, blinked my eyes thrice, or more than, I can’t tell anymore. I felt it in my pussy. What the hell was wrong with me?! I don’t know exactly what was wrong with me, exactly why I was on my knees, exactly what I was about to do. But, I just love this feeling and love what I am seeing. I reached my hands out to touch his huge cock, gulping down hard as I realized that I wanted this cock in my mouth. My nipples hardened in this weird situation and were pushing the fabric of my wet dress. My both hands wrapped around his cock as if my life depended on it. “Fuck…. That’s it!” He cursed and felt good at the same time. I romanced his cock over and over again. “Put those liquids in your mouth into use, make it useful bitch!” He uttered another dirty word, but I don’t know what I am feeling with those words of his. Why the heck are his dirty and cursed words driving me nuts? Why the heck are they turning me on? Those words made me wetter. I swear, they really did. I poured a huge amount of saliva onto his thick hardened cock and romancing it. He screamed “That’s it bitch!” I never thought I would ever do it in my whole life, and here I am doing it. You know what’s more funny! I am doing this with a STRANGER. What the fuck! I smiled. Nevertheless, I still love it. I love the fact that everything about him turns me on, everything about him gets me wetter. I have never had this type of feeling in my entire life. But here I am…. I think something was definitely in the drinks the bartender gave me tonight. But everything about this man was undeniably sexy. I spat more on the older stranger’s cock, then moved my hands again. “Use your fucking mouth bitch.” He cursed, reached my hair and pulled me down onto his cock. My lips parted, spreading widely, letting his huge thick hard cock into my mouth. It hurt my lips, but I never minded the pain. I still felt good nevertheless. I felt uncontrollable in my pussy. I was horny at the instant his cock entered my mouth. My pussy definitely thought otherwise.Chloe’s POV The prison smelled of rust and regret.Cold concrete. Metal bars. Echoing footsteps. It was nothing like the polished boardrooms Jack once strutted through as though he owned the world.I wore a simple fitted dress and dark sunglasses even though the sun barely touched the interior visiting area. Not because I needed to hide.Because I wanted to look untouchable.The officer escorted me to the visitor section. A thick glass partition separated inmates from visitors. A phone rested on each side.When they brought him in, I almost didn’t recognize him.Jack looked thinner. The arrogance in his posture had dulled, replaced by something harsher. His hair was shorter. His jaw shadowed with uneven stubble. The prison uniform hung stiffly on his frame.Orange suited him.He saw me and froze.Then his lips curved slowly.“Chloe,” he muttered as he picked up the phone on his side.I lifted mine.“You clean up nicely,” I said sweetly. “The uniform fits you. Really brings out your…
Drake’s POV The house no longer felt divided.For months it had been chaos. Accusations. Betrayal. Memory loss. Prison bars. Hospital monitors. Blood on white sheets.Now there was a different kind of tension.Quieter.Controlled.Earned.Chloe had drawn her line clearly. No kiss. No bed. No intimacy until I was legally severed from Margaret and until justice finished what it started.She had looked me straight in the eye when she said it. No trembling. No seduction. No desperation.Strength.I respected it.I wanted her more because of it.The divorce papers were already in motion. My attorneys worked day and night. Margaret had attempted to contest it at first, but the weight of her criminal charges made her leverage weak. The financial fraud alone was enough to dismantle any sympathy. When the evidence about Hilda surfaced in court, it sealed her fate.Life imprisonment was not just a threat anymore.It was likely.I sat in my office late one evening reviewing the final drafts. My
Chloe’s POV The words were steady. There was no anger in them. Just clarity.“You want me to end it completely,” he said.“Yes.”“And if I do?”“Then maybe,” I answered, “we can begin again.”He stepped back slightly, absorbing my condition.“You don’t trust me,” he said.“I trust what I see,” I replied. “And what I see is that legally, she is still your wife.”He nodded once.“I’ve already spoken to my attorney,” he said quietly. “The divorce is being processed.”I did not react.“I wanted to wait until the sentencing,” he continued. “But if this is what you need…”“It is,” I said.He looked toward the nursery, where Jessica slept peacefully.“She deserves legitimacy,” I added. “She deserves to grow up knowing her mother was never hidden.”His gaze softened at that.“She will,” he said firmly.“And I won’t allow myself to fall into you again until you fix it.”Silence settled between us, heavy but not hostile.He reached for my hand slowly this time. I allowed it.“I accept,” he sai
Chloe’s POV The day of Hilda’s burial was heavy with silence.The sky was gray, not raining, not sunny. Just suspended in stillness, like the world itself was unsure how to respond.I stood beside the casket in a simple black dress that fell loosely over my body. My stomach was still tender from childbirth. My steps were slower. My movements careful. Jessica remained in the hospital under observation, and leaving her even for a few hours felt like tearing something open inside me.But I had to be there.For Hilda.People gathered quietly. Neighbors from our old apartment. A few former colleagues. Some hospital staff who had grown fond of her. Even a few executives from the company stood at a respectful distance.The police were present too.They did not cuff me.They did not restrict me.They simply observed.My charges were still pending. My name was not fully cleared yet. But the public arrest and the recent revelations had shifted the narrative. There were investigations underway
Chloe’s POV The pain did not ease when he came back.It intensified.But this time, I was not alone in it.Drake did not let go of my hands. Not once. Even when the doctors told him to step aside, he refused to move far. His grip stayed firm around my fingers, grounding me each time another contraction ripped through my body.I screamed until my throat felt raw. The pain was unbearable, sharper than anything I had ever felt before. My body felt like it was tearing apart from the inside, and every wave of agony carried the weight of everything I had endured these past months.My sister’s face flashed in my mind again. Hilda. The thought of her being gone nearly broke my concentration, but Drake’s voice pulled me back.“Stay with me,” he kept saying. “Chloe, look at me. Breathe.”I hated him.I loved him.I needed him.Another contraction seized me so violently that I cried out his name without meaning to. His forehead pressed against mine, and I could feel him trembling too.“I’m here
Drake’s POV I felt something shift violently inside me.I hope she doesn’t survive.The cruelty of it hit harder than I expected.Margaret ended the call and looked up, startled to see me standing there.“You’re up early,” she said lightly.“Who was that?” I asked.“No one important,” she replied dismissively. “Just hospital gossip.”“Chloe is in labor,” I said flatly.Margaret’s smile faltered.“She’s eight months,” she said. “Premature. It happens.”“And you hope she dies?” I asked.Her expression hardened.“Don’t start,” she snapped. “That woman has destroyed our lives.”Something twisted painfully in my chest.Destroyed our lives.The phrase echoed against something fragile in my mind.A hospital corridor.Her tears.Her hand over her stomach.My name on her lips.The sensation passed too quickly to grasp.“I’m going out,” I said abruptly.Margaret frowned.“Where?”“For air.”She didn’t believe me.But she didn’t stop me either. That night, I drove alone to the hospital.I didn’







