I can't wait to go home, to see if she'd be the sweet woman I've been loving all these while, or the cunning fox who showed her true colors in my office. But when the clock strikes 6, instead of going home I stay a little bit longer. I don't want her to think I'm eager to go home. I want her to know that I couldn't care less about her, be it she's away from me or residing in my penthouse. Though I did send a few bodyguards to help her move her stuff. Which I think she barely need to bring anything since all her belongings are exactly where they were when she left. I finally get out of my office around 9, and when I reach home I can smell the tempting brownies. Her infamous brownies. "Hubbyyy you're homeee!" Her cheerful voice greets me as she runs towards me with the smile that looks like a genuine smile, unlike the fake one she had in my office earlier. "I miss you," she hooks her hands on my neck then tiptoes to kiss me but I refuse to lean in so she settles by kissing my neck

30 minutes later with everyone working at full speed; Nick painting my face, Helen doing my hair, Jacq picking a dress, accessories and stuff for me as Fred running around getting what Jacq wants. By the time they are done with me, Augustine is already waiting downstairs at the lobby when Jacq helps me with my dress to his limo. "Where are we going?" I ask him once I have comfortably sit in front of him. He's so handsome in his fitted tux, I almost want to throw our favorite ‘you're breath-taking’ comment at him.I do have my expectation on the lower side so when he doesn't answer me and keeps tapping on his phone, I don't mind much about it and look out through the window. It was already 9.35pm when I left the house, I wonder what time this event we're going to attend actually start? Are we late? Is that why he is so annoyed with me? I want to eye him again when the car stops at the red traffic light but I'm caught red handed; he's also looking at me. I immediately flash a smile

"Do you want to come?" He asks when I'm in the brink of getting my release. I nod as I sob, his fingers are working me out, pushing me towards the high. "Ask my permission." "Hmm?" I look at him when he suddenly slows down. "From now on," his eyes are burning holes through my skin, "you're gonna ask my permission for everything. No more secrets, no more lies, everything is on the table. Every-thing." The firmness of his warning, along with his intimidating look makes me gulp hard. "I-""Don't touch me." His warning stops my hand midway, as if he can guess I'm about to land it on his chest. "Do. Not. Touch. Me." He repeats as his eyes glare at me, the fingers that were inside of me are suddenly wrapped around my neck, "You have no right to touch me."He is so angry I don't understand what's happening, what did I do?Both his hands leave my skin as I wobble after being dropped down on my feet. While I'm still trying to balance myself from the high heels I'm wearing along with thi

My knee still hurts from the burn I had when I blew him in the bathroom, and now he's pounding into me from behind after he fucked me sideway against the shower glass wall. "Please," I plead as my left hand grips the end of the sofa. He wanted to move us to the bed but decided to stop by at the two-seater sofa in our walk-in closet instead. Bracing myself for the impact of his hard pounding, I wave my other hand towards my back as an effort to reach him so I can push him away, or at least to slow him down. But he takes my hand and uses it as an anchor instead, to slam into me with more intensity. He keeps going despite the multiple orgasms I had in the bathroom, or the one I just had a few seconds ago when he tortured my clit with his fingers. I'm too sensitive yet he purposely edges me into another one. "Shhh," he secures his hand on my front, squeezing the left breast while the other grabs my jaw and turns my face to look at him. "I know you love this," he kisses me deeply whi

She can be stubborn if she wants to, and I always learn it the hard way. This time around I have to calm myself every time I see the eyesore view of my living room; it's packed with big boxes that contain her stuff. They have been there since the past five days but she doesn't look like she's gonna do anything about it. At the same time I am also wrestling with my desire not to fuck her again. She might be ignoring what I asked her to do regarding the mess in the living room but she remained polite and positive if it's about other things. She's clearly sticking to her decision, just like me with mine. If she wants to play, I'm up for it. We'll see who'll budge first. Because my eyes hurt not just from the sight at the living room, but in the bedroom as well. Going to bed wearing her cheap pyjamas, oh God I feel like ripping them off for looking so cheap they deserve to be thrown into the fire so no one can wear them ever again.That's when I remember why I brought those stylists,