CENRIC So, she visited her doctor, and it exhilarated me. I wished she was pregnant, and I found the reason to shorten the space she asked. “That’s not what I’m asking.” She looked irritated that I cut her sabbatical shit short. “That’s the only answer you get. How’s your visit?” Her cheeks burned. She glared at Devin. “I know what you did, and I will know wherever you go, babe.” “Great. Then there’s no reason for you to be here.” She took a seat on the single sofa. I smiled sweetly. God, I missed her. I wanted to pull her into my arms, kiss her, and show her how she drove me insane alone in our home. She should be with me every night. I missed her in my arms. I missed her lips around me, her hands all over me, and fuck, I missed being inside her. “It looks good on you.” She was wearing the tennis bracelet I gave to her. I was so stupid that I didn’t buy her anything except the bags. I had to woo som

CENRIC   You’re the best. Fuck, yeah. I kept reminding myself. I went back home after work. I didn’t bother her anymore. The more I kept my distance, the easier it was for her to figure out what she wanted in her life. It was hard. I missed her every second she was away from me. But she needed it, and that was what she got.  That was two days ago. No call. No text. I didn’t even ask Devin for updates. And here I was, stalking my wife.  Beck just shook his head in disappointment. “You’re losing your shit. What is in the fucking of need space you did not understand? You will still see her on Saturday, won’t you?” “She needs space, but I don’t. I want to see her, not meet her. And can’t you be a little supportive of me?” “Supportive my ass. You did this to yourself. But whatever. If she sees us, you’re gonna have to explain. Then she needs another week or two. Your trouble, man. Not mine.”

CENRIC   “Oh, God.” She bit her lip as she tried not to scream. I told her to keep her voice down if she wanted to come. The house may be big but not soundproof. I was pushing her to her brink while my fingers were doing the job. I thrust in and out of her drenched pussy, and my tongue teased her hardening clit. I scissored my fingers into her, and she shook in pleasure. I groaned and sucked her clit, her hips shooting up. “So good,” she moaned. Her lids fluttered shut. I knew she was close. Her walls started clumping against my fingers. “Come for me, babe.” I withdrew out and then plunged in deeper and rocked her faster, hitting her g-spot. She threw her head back, her hips rocking forward before she stilled as she came so hard. She dropped her body down the bed, laying boneless with splayed limbs as her orgasm went on and on. I crawled over and covered her with my body before I took her mouth. She quickly kissed

CENRIC “I came here today to marry my girl, to cherish her, to protect and respect her, and to be the faithful husband to her. I knew the first time I saw you, and you would be the woman I wanted to spend my life with. I knew you would change me to be the best version of myself. Today, I swear to you to have your back, be your number one supporter, love you faithfully, and honor what we have from today and onwards. I give you my heart, my life, and my soul.” I just watched my vow over and over again as she kept replaying it in the entertainment room. In the video, she looked so innocent as she stared at me while I read my vow. I didn’t write anything. When you were caught in that moment, you just spoke from your heart—that was what happened that day. She wiped her face again. She did that every time she played that clip. She was crying, and I didn’t know why. Did my vow touch her? Had she realized something, or had she changed her min

CENRIC The jet just took off. My wife invited her friends, Maeve and Zhuri, and of course, Becka to this trip. We were supposed to be on our honeymoon, but she decided to do something before our Italy trip. I couldn’t say no to her because after last night, and I didn’t think I could defy my wife again. We were supposed to fuck our brains out, and I should have taken her warning seriously, so here we were, flying to Greece. “I apologized about last night,” I tried to talk it out, hoping it would work. She rested her head on my shoulder as she scrolled the photographs of our wedding. “I didn’t sleep with you because I was mad.” “Oh. You have—” I didn’t finish my words. “Fuck me.” She giggled. “That’s not my fault.” Her smile was wicked. Maybe she was just messing with me or something. Anyhow, I played along. After a few hours, we landed. We were picked up by my contact and drove to the pier. It was hotter this time.