บททั้งหมดของ DEADLY SEDUCTION : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

“The gala to celebrate the company's expansion in Paris will be held within a week from now, Elena. You do remember, right?”Alex watched his wife stab a piece of bacon and slip it into her mouth before replying.“Of course I remember. It was my idea to organize it.”He watched her carefully, trying to see through the cracks, but he couldn't find anything. Whatever his wife was hiding, she was doing a good job of protecting her secret.“You should get ready,” he muttered as he stood up and kissed her noisily on the forehead, “I want to show my beautiful wife off.”The way she reacted to his kiss gave nothing away, and at that moment, he wondered if Felicia had lied to him.Felicia's want was there in the way she dressed, in the manner in which she looked at him. It was possible that she saw their reconciliation and had grown jealous, hence the need to lie.When he slipped into his office a few minutes before heading to work, he glanced around, searching, his hands going through every

“I'm going to miss my flight, Elena.”Alex's words sounded distant as she grabbed his already raging manhood through the trousers of his tuxedo. She grabbed his phone which had been in his hand in the process and dumped it on the bed as she began to make her intentions known. The determination with which she fondled it, the smile on her lips as she plastered her tongue all over its length even though he was still wearing his trousers was too deliberate. She knew what she was doing. Every step, every move was calculated. Elena loved the feel of control, the energy that rushed through her veins as she saw his legs buckle beneath her.When she let his trousers loose, he groaned, an animalistic sound that bounced off the walls.Smiling to herself because she knew that somewhere in the house Felicia, the maid, was hearing every sound that exited the room, she continued her job, her hand pumping his already bobbing cock, its veins splattered all over his length in all its glory. When sh

By the time the side dish of French fries arrived, Elena was nearly full.She leaned on her chair, her fingers tapping the table.She barely tapped surfaces, it was a habit that she had picked up in college. And it only happened when she was satisfied or very happy. At the moment, Elena knew she was both. “How's the divorce proceedings coming along?”The question made her stop tapping, grinding her back to the reality that she was in a toxic marriage that she wanted to leave.The sadness lodged itself in her throat again, a stone that couldn't be rolled away easily. She looked away before replying, struggling to gather her thoughts, digging through the happiness and finding the sad bits of her life.“Good… it's good.” She hated talking about it, the failure of her marriage.She didn't want to give the blame entirely to Alex. She had played her part as well. If she hadn't been so much of a slut, there would have been no Ryan in her life. If she hadn't been seeking the need for unnece

“I need to make a call, Varenne.”He stood up, kissing her forehead as he made his way into her bathroom. She nodded, barely looking at him as she continued smoking, giving him silent permission to make her call.Her apartment was small, just what he had expected of her. She was a woman who wanted to live how she pleased, without the construct of society.She drew at her leisure, wrote when she felt like it, and smoked pot and cigarettes anytime she wanted to. He found himself wondering if she had ever thought about marriage, or if she had ever thought about settling down.He admired her courage, the fact that she lived on the edge, and the freedom she had to choose to do whatever she wished.He had never had such freedom. He was a billionaire, dedicated to his job, to the desire to make more money, to continue expanding until he was satisfied, or until something stopped him.He opened the door, breathing in the night air of the city of Paris, and leaned on the railing of the balcony.

Breakfast was eaten in a small restaurant just after the new apartment that now belonged to Elena. She gazed at it through the window of the restaurant, her heart swelling with pride with each look. Malik sat in front of her, and from the way he smiled at her occasionally, she knew that he was aware of her happiness because of the way and manner she looked at her house. “When do you plan to move in?”The question caught her off guard. She was so focused on getting the house that she had forgotten that she would have to actually leave the Greyson mansion, that it was time for her to leave the only man she had learned to call her husband. “I..I don't know yet. When the divorce proceedings are concluded, I think.”The second answer was added as an afterthought. “Have you informed him yet?”Elena lowered her gaze. Her phone buzzed again, but once again, she ignored it. She knew it was Alex calling, and she knew she didn't have the courage to face him yet. Not after she had just bou