Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wild Epic Pleasures: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

6Richard has all of his focus on the screen of his phone. He was staring intently at a picture of Celine with him. If his memories served him right, that was a picture they took in the Maldives about a year ago. But if anyone told him on that trip that he would be having a cold feet towards his marital duties in the next couple of months, he would have probably punched a tooth or a few teeth off the mouth of the bastard that would utter such gibberish! However, it was his reality. It was Celine's idea to go to Maldive, but what she didn't know was that their little romantic trip was the beginning of a relationship that ended up shaking her home. Back then, Richard happened to have a one night stand with Brittany Clifford, a lady who was the only surviving daughter of a top business Mogul. In fact, she was in the business and determined which subsidiary enterprises could get favors from them. From a one night stand, it turned to a constant extramarital affair. At

Celine stood under the shower, not doing anything. Her eyes were just closed. The water that poured on her ran through her long hair that was long enough to reach her curvy ass. In her mind, dirty pictures played. She thought of Maxwell. It would have been a cute thing to have him bathe together with her. She remembered the shock that was boldly spelt out on the face of Maxwell the moment she said they should go and have their bath. Yes, she got him where she wanted. He thought exactly what she wanted him to think— the thought of them bathing together. Sex in the shower was one of those pleasant surprises Celine craved as a lady. Long ago, before things began to go sour with Richard, there was a definite moment she would always remember. It was their first time having sex in the bathroom. She was having her bath innocently. At one point, she bent down to scrub her toes. But without prior notice, something slammed right into her vagina. That was Richard's cock! From that mo

"Personal questions?" Maxwell queried with slightly visible traces of concern etched in tone. Celine threw a warm grin at him and bit her lips in a manner that communicated her intentions to Maxwell. "Yes," she replied. Maxwell felt chills rushing down his throat. He wanted to speak but was not able to find all the words he needed. No woman has ever put him in a situation like this. Maxwell, being who he was, was naturally intimidating. His presence conveyed a strange aura that could humble whoever was before him. But when it came to Celine,he found himself on the defensive line. Instead of Celine resisting the urge to climb him, he was the one trying so hard to keep his hands from grabbing the melons on her chest. "By person, what….do you mean?" Maxwell stuttered. "How personal can it get?" Celine took a few steps closer to him. At this rate, Maxwell could not afford to keep standing. Had it not been his tight boxers doing a good jo

The question echoed in Maxwell's head. Celine just proved to be a lady to him. Every lady who came in contact with him always ended up asking that same question. Well, it was difficult for one to look at him and assume him to not be a flirty type. Considering his bodybuild, any woman would want to be around him. Well, women were possessive in nature. That's why they would not stop asking him that. Maxwell, for the first time since he arrived, felt a sudden wave of peace across his body. His heart seemed to be slowing down. Celine just proved to him that beyond the lady who tried to overpower him with her arts of seduction, there was an emotional and soft baby girl. Maxwell giggled and said, "It depends." Celine grinned. Maxwell observed the corners of her mouth. They moved in a way that gave her dimples. "What does it depend on?" She asked and grabbed her fork. They were having scrambled eggs and sauce. Just light enough to keep them for a pro

Richard circled the driveway and sped his Mercedes into an underground packing lounge. He stopped the car engine and checked his wristwatch, It was already twenty-five minutes past eight in the night. Brittany would have been waiting for twenty-five minutes if not more than that. He was reluctant to step out of the car. His eyes could not stop staring at the picture of Celine. He knew what he was doing was wrong. But he had no other choice but to keep trudging down the alley of extramarital affairs. It was a struggle to kindle any sort of spark between him and Celine. He looked at himself in the front mirror and gnashed his teeth. It was going to be over soon. He simply needed to get this contract through Brittany. Well, that was always an excuse to cheat. A knock landed on the car's screen. He looked. A man dressed in black suit stood gallantly there. He didn't know the face. He gently opened the door. "Who are you?" He asked. "Good evening,