DESPERATE THIRST FOR LOVE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Shortly after sending Danny on his way, Zander waltzed out of his office and into the newsroom. Grilling Elvie about Mathei was tempting, but he wasn’t a hypocrite, and she didn’t owe him shit.Besides, it was likely Elvie already felt extra salty after what had happened with them, and she had enough on her plate without having his dirty laundry to sort through. He was going to talk to Matheo about an item he wanted to scrap from the show tonight when Bella blocked his way to the old cow’s office, throwing her body between them like a hysterical mother in front of a speeding car.Big. Fucking. Mistake, small woman!“Can I help you?” He raised an eyebrow.“I have something you really want to see, Zander...”“Call me, Mr. Stanton. Only my friends call me Zander. Chances are, I’ll stab myself in the eye with a fork before initiating a conversation with you about non-professional issues. Start talking.”Zander followed her to her desk, and she pointed at her screen, her smile oozing stupi

“Of course not! I had a few, but—anyway,” Elvie quipped, feeling bold. “Does she know?”“Know what?” His lips broadened into an even wider grin, but that meant nothing. Zander was always nonchalant. A meteor could be speeding towards Earth at the speed of light, crashing and killing all of them in exactly two hours, and he still wouldn’t skip the foreplay when he took this girl to his presidential suite for their sexcapade.“Any of the following things, really. One—" Elvie jerked her thumb up. "That's your thing. You pretend to be single while your daughter is waiting for you!” She pointed her forefinger at him.“What?” he frowned.“Idiot! It’s your schedule tonight, remember? Your turn to read Thea her bedtime stories.” She scoffed and looked at the woman, then back to him. “And two, is this your thing? You take women to a hotel suite for the night; fuck her? Our divorce isn't even finalised yet, you asshole—” Then again, she gave him the middle finger, narrowing her eyes, and wonder

Going into his mansion again wasn’t the most constructive thing to do, Zander thought, considering the little fixation she was developing. But of course, he could just reason that he wanted to see their daughter.He could smell her skin, the undertone of her vanilla scent, and her ginger-and-jasmine shampoo on every piece of furniture in Thea’s play room. Her office, however, screamed Elvie. Her personality jumped out of every corner of the room. Zander saw her in the cider-scented candles lined up neatly on the mantel like soldiers and in the framed pictures—her hugging Thea with a huge smile on her face. She was in the curtains that were drawn open, inviting the sun to pour into the room, and in the small, organised stack of newspapers and books on the coffee table, as well as the ring stain of a mug beside them that told him her favourite pastime. And in the unlikely picture hanging above the TV, of a girl reaching up to a heart-shaped balloon and watching it drift skyward and away

Zander took a step back and watched the colour drain from Matheo’s face. For a second, Zander thought he was going to have another heart attack. Then he tipped his head goodbye to Elvie, winked at her, and scurried away, looking like a ghost of himself. They both watched him join his wife. Zander knew that if he took his time, Kristal would approach them now that Mathias was gone.“He’s trying to hit on you,” he told Elvie, too pissed to look her in the eye without snapping further.“That’s his business, not yours,” she said evenly, placing her delicate glass of champagne on a table behind her. The spring air was crisp and chilly, and her whole body blossomed into goosebumps under that dress.“You are still my wife, Elvie, remember that. Stop playing nice with him.”“No, you stop butting into my relationships with other people, Zander. Matheo is a friend, and he wasn't doing anything wrong.”He supposed it wasn’t a good time to tell her that Patrick Thomson—who’d wandered out on the t

Elvie tried to rub herself against Zander, but that resulted in him moving away. He continued to tongue her, all the way down to her stomach, screwing his tongue into her navel and groaning, his nose paving its way down to her panties. Zander used his teeth to lower her underwear to her knees and stared at her for a few seconds, burying his nose in her slit and taking a lungful of air, breathing it in.She nearly burst out of her skin, every nerve in her body dancing to the rhythm of his heartbeat.“This is mine no less than it is yours.” He kissed the slit, flicking his tongue over it and teasing her clit. “Spread them wide, wifey.”WifeyShe didn’t have to be asked twice. She threw one leg over each of the statue’s thighs, spreading herself so wide that her inner thighs burned. Zander licked her crack to slit before plunging deeper.Every once in a while, he brushed his thumb or forefinger against her leaking center and pressed it between her butt cheeks, wetting the area. Elvie had