Lahat ng Kabanata ng CEO's Only Wife: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

Day 10: Johnny wakes up feeling achy. Everywhere hurts. Slowly, he bent his head forward and grunted as the pain ran down the back of his neck and settled back between his shoulders. He squirmed and fell back onto the mattress. This is going to be more difficult than you think. With each passing second, sanity slowly returned, and before long, his heart began to beat in a frantic rhythm. Last night he went out. “Johnny? Is that you?" Johnny grumbled. Is not. No, no, no, nogggg. He pressed his face deeply into the bed below. Your boy is having an erection. It's not just the usual "good morning flag" phenomenon. He is remembering. He jumped when he heard a familiar voice. Her voice. “Damn it!” he mumbled softly. How do you handle this? How can you explain this? Anyone else! Anyone can do that. But no, it was her sitting next to him, when he finally gathered the courage to turn the chair around. Her red hair was loose; wavy curls running down her back. She wears a white shirt that

“Push him straight up. I want him to sit on his heels,” Celia said and the two men pulled him up.Kid's face was red and wet with tears. His ribcage, unlike his back, showed just a single red whip.“Open your legs, Slave,” Celia said.Kid sobbed violently, his chest shaking with it, but he obeyed.“You were a good boy, Slave. I think you deserve a present.” Celia glides her whip slowly over the boy and Kid's balls. Kid's breathing stopped immediately and only returned after Celia had done it a few times.Slowly, his boy began to stir, erect despite the humiliation and shame. Despite the fact that his audience is anxiously awaiting the moment when Celia uses the other penis on him. Despite the fact that he had no idea what would happen next.Celia continued to coax Kid's erection, going further by kneeling and stroking him with her hands. Kid groaned as his sensitive flesh was expertly caressed. He seemed to have forgotten about the whip, unaware of Celia's fake boy, his body slowly mo

Yena was scribbling furiously when Johnny walked in. She seemed to be in a better mood than last night. Johnny must have complimented Sloan.“What are you writing?” Johnny asked. He put down the leather briefcase and sat down. The chairs here are much more comfortable than those in the foyer. At the same time, sitting in the hospital room also helped her to talk more.“Dr. Sloan gave me a notebook. Very sweet, isn't it? It's been too long since I wrote anything. I almost forgot how much I loved it,” said Yena. Then she smiled."I didn't ask that, Miss Ruiz," Johnny replied, but there was no stinging in it.She sighed, “I'm…you know. I just want to preserve my memories before I stop believing in them myself.”Johnny really didn't know what to say except, "That could lead to a subpoena, you know?"She seemed to be hit hard, the pen in her hand fell down with a 'clack'. "Really? Why did you do that?”"Nothing," he said easily, "forget what I just said."She looked at him, then bent over

The worst is about to happen when the dream suddenly changes again. Everything is now faster, even faster than real time. Eric opened the door and asked what the hell was going on, and the arms that were holding me let go. They huddled in the corner of the wall behind me. Freed, I stood up and ran into his arms. I wrapped my arms around him and told him what they were up to.They try to deny it. Eric told them to shut up. He took me in his arms, told them to stay put, and led me out of the ruined room full of air mattresses and clothes, into another room that I recognized as his.He put me down by the door while looking at me once, “Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded, not paying much attention as he ran his hands over his naked body to check for injuries. Seemingly satisfied that I was unscathed, he hugged me again.“What do you want me to do?” he asked. The moment slowed down and I looked into his eyes.“Make them hurt for you,” I whisper.“I will make them pay,” he said. His hands co

I ran to the bathroom before he could react. I can not breathe. With my back against the door, I was afraid he would burst in and a terrible scene would happen between the two of us. I burst into tears pitifully, and wiped my mouth with my free hand to get rid of Celia's taste. But that's not exactly what made me unhappy, it was the fact that the taste was coming from Eric's mouth that was the main cause. Out of all the emotions that were flooding through me, why did the nagging feeling of betrayal stand out so much? I can't deny it, I feel hurt and don't understand exactly why.Almost fifteen minutes had passed and Eric still hadn't come in to adjust. I put my ear to the door and could hear them. They are still in a relationship. I could hear her groan and his rough voice. He was saying something but I couldn't hear what it was. I should have been glad he wasn't interested in making me pay for what I'd done, but that wasn't the case. That unwanted familiar feeling from before was sti