All Chapters of UNWANTED BRIDE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Jake.I turned when I heard Lila enter the room. I had hoped that I would have managed to get my rampaging lust under control by the time my new wife had dressed and come out to meet me.And I might have, had she not appeared in the living room looking like every man’s fantasy.The red wrap dress was held onto her luscious body with a bow, making her look like a present that had been wrapped up just for me. A present I wanted very much to unwrap.My fingers itched to pull the end of the bow and reveal the pearly skin that lay beneath the dress. I ached to see each gorgeous inch of her delectable body laid bare before my eyes, to touch her silken skin, to taste the hollow beneath her throat.The seam on my pants bit into my growing erection and I shifted, trying to disguise my reaction to her.“So, now that I’m decent, you were saying…?” She sat on the couch.Her breasts moved with her, their gentle bounce drawing his attention. If she was wearing a bra it was a flimsy lingerie piece,

Jake.I watched as hectic color flooded Lila’s face. It was a source of amazement to me that a woman of her age could blush so easily. I preferred a more sophisticated type of woman, the kind of woman who didn’t expect anything from a man but a few nights of mutual satisfaction.The only sort of pink any of those women got in their cheeks came from their make up bag. I found it an interesting sort of challenge, making her blush.“No, actually I was planning to have you installed down the hall, so that I could use your services by day and entertain my mistress by night.”Color reddened her neck and slowly climbed into her face, staining her cheeks a deep crimson. “Well, the stipulations of the prenup would certainly allow it,” she said stifflyI chuckled. “You are not getting rid of me so easily, Lila.” I strode across the cabin of the plane and leaned down, cupping her chin and tilting her face up so that she was forced to meet my eyes. “I’m here to playdevoted husband.” I smoothed m

Jake. The ride back to our hotel was mostly quiet, and I appreciated the silence. I needed to think. Immediately we got off the plane I got three missed calls from my private eye and a few text messages. When I looked, he had sent me a copy of the DNA results test. I was Ninety nine point nine percent Kyle's biological father I looked over at Lila, who seemed to be reading a book, studying her, her features. I knew I remembered her from somewhere, something about her always felt familiar. Did she know? Did she know I was Kyle's dad? Is that why she agrees and orchestrated all this?"You have been staring at me for a while now, it's getting uncomfortable." She said, smiling slightly."What?""You are making me uncomfortable by your staring." she epeated herself."I am sorry, I just want to admire my wife." I lied."Can you do that when you are not literally driving?"She was right, I needed to stop. But how could I stop? What was her end game?I focused back on the road but ste

Lila.I jumped when Jake’s husky voice penetrated my thoughts. I turned to look at him and my heart did that weird flipping thing it did whenever I was caught off. guard by his sheer masculine beauty. Which was every time I looked at him.I might need to get ready for dinner, but he looked as perfect as ever. Not a dark, gleaming hair out of place, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, the sleeves pushed up, revealing those forearms again.His black trousers didn’t have a wrinkle. With my blond hair frizzing from the humidity, and my blouse and pants showing every hour of the long journey, she felt like one big crease standing next to this perfectly pressed beauty I gratefully escaped to the luxurious bathroom. Standing there with him, in a space that was made for lovers, had probably housed hundreds of them, had seemed much too intimate. And, if I was honest, too tempting.I suddenly knew why it had been so hard for all the girls in high school and college why so many of them had

Lila. I did not like the way Jake and I left things, I could tell he was so pissed off, but there was nothing else I could do. He was quick to throw me out of the car, and I let him not wanting to cause a scene in the middle of one of the busiest roads. The car ride back to the airport felt like a punishment. Every mile we covered away from Jake’s place twisted deeper into my chest like a dull blade. I couldn’t focus on the blur of the city slipping past the window, or the polite murmurs from the driver. My mind was only on two things my son, Kyle, and Jake.I stared at my phone for the hundredth time, thumb hovering over the screen. Jake’s name stared back at me in that stupid gray bubble. The last message I sent sat there, marked “read,” but unanswered.I knew he was at the gala by now and was probably busy interacting and making small talk which is why he had not answered my text, but I also knew he was ignoring me because he was pissed at me, and it was eating me up from the in