Lahat ng Kabanata ng Unspoken Pleasures : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Jeffery Sanderson's POV I was never meant to indulge her yet she subtly intrigued me. It was supposed to be just a mild kiss, but the sight of her in my arms melted me. Was I falling in love? Certainly not! Rihanna had never been much more of a girl to me, but the fact that she subtly took my advice did excite me. As much as I tried, I couldn't shake off her tantalizing body from my head, her sweet lips and jaunty perky breasts. What would a poor boy do in such circumstances? Taking advantage of her would wreck me into pieces, yet it was obvious that she had wanted me. Me? A cassanova? I was forced against my will to make up with Jenny Connor. To make love with her became like a task. Maybe, our relationship was indeed a job to keep face. "Hey, Fine face!" Ryan called out while walking into the locker room from the bathroom. We'd just concluded one of our football practices on the field. I looked up at him from where I sat. "What's up?" "You wouldn't like this but jus

Rihanna's POV My lungs could barely contain my excitement as I let out a muffled scream, my fists folding in triumphant jerks. Jeffrey Sanderson had finally proposed to me to be his girlfriend. I worked at the coffee shop down the alley, two blocks away from campus. He'd called me asking when I would be off from work, so he could pick me up for our date which was going to be a surprise. I was goofy, thrilled at the prospect of seeing his face once more. Were we going to make love afterward? The thought pierced through me, making my face reddened. I could tell that my face was growing weary of my smiles. After closing hour, I still hadn't seen Jeffery who had promised to pick me up. Out of glee, I decided to trek down the alley, holding my tote bag to my shoulder. Contemplations swerved my mind, each jumbled over the other. I couldn't tell if I should keep on trekking hoping to catch sight of Jeff's familiar car or I should return to the coffee shop to await him. Something flew

Oliver's POV I married a wildcat, literally. She always wanted my crown, in the heat and the cold. Different positions and different styles. She wanted it whenever. I knew what I had married and at a point, I never needed to look outside. Claire was enough for me. But soon, she was losing the heat, giving one lame excuse over another. So I needed to slice up our love life by starting over again. "What's up with you, Claire? You've not even tried smiling for once," my brows furrowed as I looked at her. We were both seated at a lounge, demarcated by an oval table between us. "I told you that I had work to do, now, I'm forced against my will to be here." She rolled her emerald's eyes. "What do you mean you're forced against your will? And Claire, how am I supposed to spice things up if you agree to do this and say something else entirely? Why do you make me look like a fool?" My voice was becoming slightly irritable as well as I was pissed. "So, you're shouting now! Maybe

Oliver's POV I walked into Claire's office hoping to surprise and probably turn up the heat. She had left earlier before I was up. Instinctively, I rushed into the bathroom hoping to the heavens that my sixth sense was wrong about what I thought about Claire. But there she was, on her knees, thoroughly shaken by the sight of me. Dumb to utter a word while her gaze fixated on me. Before her was a younger guy, young enough to be her brother. His shaft bobbed incessantly even as he had his eyes on me. They must be darn surprised to see me, I mused. Silence stretched endlessly, while I unbuttoned the buttons of my shirt after removing my jacket. "Oliver, I can explain," Claire found her voice. I was broken, shattered beyond measure at the sight of Claire giving a blow job to a man other than myself. But punishing her would be the best tactic, I reminded myself. "Move aside," I said and watched as she moved away from the man. "Oliver, please hear me out," she stood up, conte

Oliver's POV I knew I might be reminded about my intended punishment to my wife. I was still going to serve her what was on my mind either way. Claire returned home and caught me in a loose shirt and pants.She scoffed, standing before me. "What's with the occasion?" She snapped her head to the change of neutral and dark fluorescence in the room.My hand was clasped around a wine glass, tilting the cup to my lips. "Why not take a shower and join me?" She had a bemused smudge written on her face. "Oliver, you are scaring me." I laughed. "How so?""One minute, you caught me cheating on you. The next minute, you're fucking us both with reckless abandon." Claire spurted.I sipped slowly, stood up, and walked towards her. "You've discovered who I am, how was I to react?"Her brows narrowed. "For how long have you been into men?" She questioned.I shrugged. "Since when I was a teenager. I'm telling the truth, now be sincere with me. Since when have you been fucking Charles?" Her cheeks