All Chapters of HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Alaric’s POV: I think I may have been obsessed with her.No—I didn’t think. I fucking knew it. I was obsessed with everything about my wife: her face, her body, her stubbornness. Her goddamn attitude. The way she trusted me. The way she wanted to know me.The way she thought she wouldn’t hate me once she found out who I really was. What I’d done—to her family and mine. And I hated it. So much. The last time I was obsessed with someone, my heart was eventually ripped out of my chest and torn into several pieces. Although I knew Meadow was not Clarissa, I still couldn’t let myself get obsessed.But I was fucking selfish, so I wasn’t going to let her go.Meadow moaned into my mouth, pressing her warm, tight body against mine, and I picked her up, carrying her over to the vanity and dropping her on the table.“You want to know if I’m scared of you leaving?” I rasped against her neck. “I’m not.” When I pulled back to look at my gorgeous wife, her face had fallen. But I wasn’t done speaki

Meadow’s POV: I may have held back on getting to know Alaric any further tonight, but I wasn’t going to let go of the matter with Clarissa.I was going to find a way to ask him about her without raising any suspicions.After he fucked me on my vanity table, he kissed me one last time, and then went downstairs to get some food warm for both of us.I took a quick shower and got dressed in a tank top and a pair of shorts—he seemed to love it when I wore that—and then I went down the stairs to the kitchen where he was already setting up our plates and a bottle of wine.I nearly melted at the sight. Alaric had changed into a pair of sweatpants but he was still shirtless. And the pants hung low on his hips.My mouth watered again. I couldn’t imagine I had been missing all of that pleasure while I was still a virgin. However, if there was anything I was relieved about, it was the fact that Alaric got to disvirgin me.I was glad I gave that part of me to him. There was no one else I could im

Alaric’s POV: My phone buzzed with incoming messages. Even before I took it out of my pocket, I already knew what the messages would contain.Dirt.Dirt on the waiter who thought he could be smooth with my wife and sneak her his phone number with those damning words—No marriage is ever that serious.That still burned my chest whenever I thought about it. Just tossing the receipt into the trash wouldn’t have been nearly enough—I’d soaked it in vodka and watched the ink fade away before I left for work.And that was yesterday.“We’re here, sir,” West announced as I opened my phone to the messages from Trip. I paid no mind to him, instead choosing to focus on what I was looking at.And with every second that passed, a feeling of delight multiplied in my chest.The boy was a drug dealer. Not only that, but he had been arrested several months ago for selling his sick grandmother’s medication while she was on her deathbed.“Motherfucker,” I muttered under my breath.He was on parole, work

Meadow’s POV: “I can’t believe this.” Nova’s voice was a distant mutter before she walked into my room. “I cannot believe you actually contracted the flu from me. Thought you were fucking invincible.” My sinuses were on fire and my head was pounding. Also, I was having heavy period cramps, but I somehow managed to laugh at my best friend’s jokes. I rarely ever fell sick—Nova used to joke about me being superwoman—but now, I was. And I had a feeling it had to do with swimming in the pool for more than two hours last night. But I couldn’t help it. I needed to think. And no—I didn’t touch myself this time. I was genuinely pissed at my husband. “Well,” I murmured, sniffing loudly. “Now you know I’m not.” Nova let out an amused breath, lowering herself onto my bed. I turned around to face her just as she tucked the duvet snugly around me. Her blond curls were stretched today, her eyes brighter than they were the last time I saw her. “You okay?” she asked. “You didn’t sound too

Meadow’s POV: I hadn’t spoken to my father in years. Juniper and I were only ten years old when he was arrested on the counts of embezzlement and murder. I never liked to think about it. When the detectives had asked me if my father was capable of murder, my answer was yes. Because he was capable. He was cruel and mean—especially to me. I had no idea who he killed, and frankly, I didn’t care. I was just happy that I didn’t have to live with him anymore. Not that my mother was any better. One less devil was enough. And now, that devil was trying to reach out to me. And Alaric was so determined to find out who it was. While Doctor Kent worked on me, checking my temperature and whatnot, Nova stood beside the bed, occasionally squeezing my fingers. But Alaric? He stood at the threshold, sleeves folded now, hands in his pockets, top three buttons undone. And he never took his eyes off me. Not once. I couldn’t read the expression on his face, but his gaze was dark, his ja