All Chapters of DIVORCED MORNING AND REMARRIED TO HIS BROTHER BY NIGHT: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Now determined, I went to test my theory. I went upstairs to the bedroom, had a shower and got changed into something sexy. Soft fabric that clung to my body and showed my curves. I put on makeup, darkening my lashes, painting my lips the colour of dusk. Yes. If I were testing the waters, I’d make them ripple. If he was pushing me away… he’d have to look at me while he did it. Then I walked back down, my steps steady on the cool tile. The hallway to his office felt longer now. I paused outside the door, my hand hovering, nervous all of a sudden. This wasn’t just an office. It felt like a threshold now. I took a breath, turned the knob, and stepped inside. The office door felt heavier than I expected. I turned the knob and pushed the door. Warm, woody light greeted me, so different from Ryan’s cold, sterile space. Marcus sat behind a broad teak desk, laptop glowing, papers spread like a map of his mind. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, painting stripes across the floor.He l

I sat back on the couch, my hand on my forehead“Oh my god,” I breathed. “It’s bad, right?”Marcus sighed.“Monique.”I turned my head to look at him, my voice shaky.“There’s something else I need to tell you,” he said carefully, “and I’m gonna need you to be strong for this, okay?”My eyes narrowed. “Oh my god, what is it now?” I asked, feeling my chest grow heavier.“If you signed documents.... and I don’t know yet, but if you signed things you didn’t read or didn’t fully understand… he might’ve forged more than just shareholder agreements,” Marcus said slowly, like he was choosing every word with caution.“What do you mean?” I asked, my throat going dry.“It means Ryan could’ve used your signature for more than just building that new company with his parents,” he said, locking eyes with me. “If he did anything illegal… if he moved money, opened accounts, signed deals in your name… and you don’t remember doing any of it…”He paused.“The law might come knocking on your door if anyt

MARCUSI cupped her cheek, tilting her head back, and stared into her eyes. They were so wide, and a little shade of blue. Without another word, I slammed my lips down on hers, silencing any protest, and I heard her moan as she gave in to me. Sliding my tongue across her lips, I plunged into her mouth and deepened the kiss. I pushed her back against the bed and followed her, climbing between her spread legs.Resting one hand beside her head, I stroked down her body, and tore of the nightdress she wore. Then pressed my lips against her neck. I trailed my lips down her body, going to each full, ripe nipple, taking one, then the other between my teeth. She cried out, arching against me. I moved to the other breast, teasing her hardened bud. I loved her tits, and knew I was never going to get enough of them. They were full and ripe, and ready to be sucked. My mouth watered for a taste. I could gladly spend all night sucking her nipples and full tits, but instead, I began to slide down.Ki

MoniqueWe were a week into a new place I never wanted to leave, a place where I wanted to be with Marcus forever. I knew it in my bones. But reality waited. We had to go back. He kept getting calls, urgent ones—from his office. I knew he wanted to go. But he didn’t. How do I know that? Because I still couldn’t believe he wanted me around, so I stayed near him every chance I got. And he let me. More than that, he wanted me there. Every second.Still, I felt a little guilty. That he was putting work behind for me. But I also marvelled at it. At the way he chose me, over and over. The way he let me into his space, didn’t tire of my presence, didn’t ask for breaks or solitude, just wanted more.That morning or afternoon, I felt someone shake me gently. I opened one eye. I was exhausted from our workout the night before and I planned to sleep in.Marcus stood in front of me, wearing shorts and an unbuttoned shirt. “What is it?” I asked, my voice soft and lazy. “I’m tired,” I added, playfu

Marcus exhaled deeply, almost as if calming himself. Then he looked at me,“Ryan reported you missing because you left without saying a word. Now he’s afraid. Grasping at straws. Wondering where you are. What are you doing?”He stepped forward slowly. “And that is the only reason the police are involved. Not because you’re guilty. Not because you did anything wrong.”He paused, searching my face.“I was just trying to be supportive, Monique. Because I told you....I’m in this with you. I meant that. I meant it. And I keep my word.”"But Ryan...."That's when he snapped.“Please Stop!” It hit like a slap. The room went still. “I am not like Ryan. I don’t like him. And I would really appreciate it if you stopped comparing me to him.”He finished off calmly with power behind every word. His voice echoed in the room for a moment, thick with the kind of force that didn’t need to be repeated. He wasn’t yelling to intimidate me, not like Ryan used to, not to shut me down but it still struck s