Semua Bab Craving The Enemy's Husband: Bab 21 - Bab 30

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

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. Oh dear, I am really in a bad circle. How can I be screwing my wife's estranged friend that attended our wedding? Jeez! Cheating is a very stressful game to play. Yeah, I love the thrill of having another woman who isn't your wife and the thrill of fear of getting caught and t

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

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

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