All Chapters of Craving The Enemy's Husband: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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A finished man

Chapter 21 **Christiana’s POV** Every thought about revenge blurred into static the second Bryan moved inside me. It was like the rest of the world dimmed, the edges of reality softening until there was only him and the deep, steady rhythm that made my breath catch again and again. I have heard the stories about a woman’s first time making love. It was supposed to be awkward, clumsy, painful. Something you “get used to” before you can enjoy it. They lied. They f*cking lied. Because right now, my legs were trembling so hard I didn’t trust them to hold me, and my body felt like it had been set alight from the inside out. Bryan Adams had made me a woman in every sense, and I couldn’t imagine wanting to stop. I would love to do this over and over again. He was everywhere on my skin. His mouth pressing hungry, searching kisses against my skin, his hands roaming as if memorising me, his voice low in my ear whispering things that made my pulse skip and my core tighten. “God, Ch

The Side Chick

CHAPTER 22 **Bryan’s POV** I had just had the best sex of 32 years of my life and I couldn't help but smile at the thought of what just happened in this office. I had wiped myself because Christiana's hymen had broken and stained me a little. I had just finished fastening the last button on my shirt when the door swung open. I froze. It was Bella. What the fvck! She stepped inside like she owned the air in the room, the click of her heels announcing her before her perfume drifted in. Her silk dress clung perfectly to her curves, her hair falling in those meticulously styled waves she never left the house without. Not a strand out of place. She didn’t smile, or even at least pretend to like she've always done. Instead, her eyes swept the office, with sharp searching scans, like she was cataloging every detail looking for something specific. “What are you doing here?” I asked, forcing my voice to stay steady, though my pulse betrayed me, thudding so loudly I could feel it i

Feeling Angry and Used

Chapter 23: Feeling Angry and Used **Bryan’s POV** The hum of the engine filled the silence between us as we pulled away from the Adams Petroleum and Gas building. Street lights flashed across the windshield in brief pulses, but my mind wasn’t on the road. It was still in Christiana and the most amazing sex I ever had. I was so angry at myself, I wished I could have done better than leaving her there but I couldn’t have done anything better than taking Bella away. I knew how wild and intimidating Bella can be, she would probably throw a fight if she sees Christiana in that restroom and I wouldn’t want Christiana to go through all that. Coupled with the fact that they had known eachother before then, friends turned... i don't even understand their relationship, but I know I don't want Bella anywhere near Christiana. Oh dear, I am really in a bad love triangle?. How can I be screwing my wife's estranged friend that attended our wedding? Jeez! Cheating is a very stressf

Tony Vs Bryan 1

Chapter 24 *Christiana’s POV* By the time I reached my street, all I wanted was to vanish into my apartment, shut the world out, take a shower and melt into my bed. My feet ached, my throat was dry, and my head was a carousel of thoughts I didn’t want to ride anymore. I stopped on my tracks when I saw Tony standing right at my door like a sentinel. I had ignored his calls earlier but I didn’t know he would go as far as coming over here. He was leaning against the frame, arms folded across his chest, his profile caught in the dim yellow color of the streetlight. His jaw was set, his expression unreadable, but his eyes locked on me the second I turned the corner. When he spotted me, he straightened, unfolding his arms with a deliberate slowness, as if deciding whether to be relieved or furious. The decision came when he stepped forward. “There you are,” he said, his voice tight, clipped the kind of tone that tried to hide relief under layers of irritation. “Do you have any ide

Am I a dog?

Chapter 25: Am I a dog? **Bryan’s POV** When we pulled into the driveway, the Adams Estate loomed in its usual perfection. The moment we stepped inside, Bella’s heels clicked on the polished floor, her perfume trailing close behind me. She tossed her purse with a short fling and turned to me with a wide smile, her hands reaching for my chest. “We should go upstairs,” she murmured seductively trailing her hands from my chest down to my waistline, the suggestion was clear. This was my dreaded nightmare. How am I going to handle a horny woman that I do not want to have anything to do with but obligated to, because she was my wife? I stepped back before her fingers could linger. “Bella… I’m exhausted.” Her smile faltered, she stepped back a little “Exhausted?” I'm sure it must have caught her off guard because within the period we dated, courted and are married, I had never refused her advances because she knew I was a sex addict, and today definitely isn't the first time I

Suspicious

Chapter 26: Suspicious Bryan’s POV The morning felt longer than it had any right to be. I had been in this office since before the sun had even thought about rising, the city outside still draped in darkness when I unlocked the door. I told myself I was here early to catch up on contracts, to clear my inbox, to be the man who stayed ahead of his work, to prepare my meeting with Amazli. But the truth was I couldn’t stop replaying last night. The heat in her eyes when they locked with mine. The taste of her still lingering like a ghost on my lips. Every time my hands touched the keyboard, my thoughts slipped. My office table didn't do any better, it gave me memories of me yanking her up to it and sliding my dude into her. I remembered every detail. I glanced at my wristwatch the umpteenth time and it seemed like the minute hand moved like it was dragging its feet just to punish me. Christiana still hadn’t come in. The space outside my office door felt too quiet, like the w

The Meeting 1

CHAPTER 27 **Christiana’s POV** The question landed like a glass shattering on marble. It was sharp, sudden, impossible to ignore. Ho was I supposed to answer a question like that without shooting myself in the leg? God, grant me wisdom. “What? I just need to know to be sure...” Bryan hesitated, "just to know, you know?" I could see it in his eyes, he was unsure about Bella and he hoped I wouldn't say something that would give him a heart ache. For a heartbeat, I just stared at him, my mind a silent whirl of calculations. My pulse kicked harder, and I willed it to slow, to steady. But his gaze was unflinching. IT made you feel like lying wasn’t just dangerous, it was pointless. I forced a breath, shaping my voice into something light, almost dismissive. “She’s… an old friend. From years back. Five years ago and a little more.” One of his brows ticked upward, the faintest crease forming between them. He didn’t speak, and the silence felt like a test. So I kept g

The Drive

Chapter 28 Tony’s POV I stared at the screen, re-reading Christiana’s message as if the words might rearrange themselves into something less alarming. __ Christiana: Hey Baby Tony, are you aware Amazli Oil and Gas wants to collaborate with Adams Petroleum? Well, I don't know if it’s a collaboration, but Bryan sounds hopeful and I’m joining him for the meeting. __ The words landed like a punch to the ribs, knocking the breath out of me. If Christiana was coming along… it would ruin everything. I could see it already, imagining her walking into that meeting, sitting beside Bryan like she belonged there, their eyes meeting over a polished mahogany table while I sat across from them choking down every ounce of rage I had left. Not happening, I wouldn't be able to tell Bryan all that I wanted to tell him. Christiana must not be there. I cursed under my breath, the kind of low, guttural sound that only came when every nerve in my body was pulling taut. My thumb was a

Tony Vs. Bryan 2

Chapter 29: Tony Vs. Bryan ** Bryan’s POV** The suite’s meeting room smelled faintly of polished wood and expensive coffee. The kind of understated luxury that told you the rent alone could feed a small town for a year. I knew all this about wealth and poverty because I was once forced to live in poverty. My father was a very 'wise' man. It may not be wise to everybody. At that time, I felt he was being cruel when he punished I and my elder brother, Pascal, by sending us to the seminary school in Chicago for a year, ensured that we suffered and pay for our sins. That was where I had met Bella, when she was eleven. That was my father's own form of discipline, and I would say I am grateful for that because I learnt how to appreciate wealth knowing it is a privilege after that punishment. I stepped into the suite expecting to see Bernard Amazli, the imposing man with the perfect Windsor knot and the kind of handshake that could seal or kill a deal in one squeeze. Inst

Christiana Vs Bella 1

Chapter 30: Christiana Vs Bella 1 *Christiana’s POV* Bryan’s car had barely turned the corner before the quiet of my apartment wrapped around me like a heavy, unwelcome blanket. I was privileged to be home already from work by 12pm, well, it is well deserved, after all I stayed at work till almost 11 pm warming up my bosses’ bed figuratively. It wasn’t the soft kind of quiet that lets you breathe in my apartment, it was the brittle, restless kind. The kind where every tick of the clock sounds louder, and your mind starts filling in the silence with the things you wish you could forget. What’s that guy up to? I pushed the door shut with my hip, the echo bouncing off the walls like the place was reminding me just how alone I was. The faint smell of lavender from the diffuser I’d left running this morning met me at the threshold, but even that felt off — too sweet, almost cloying, like it was trying too hard to be comforting. I tossed my bag onto the couch, the strap

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