All Chapters of 2 Lusts Can Make A Right : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MadelynI was at a sex club for the very first time.If someone had told me when I’d woken up this morning that this was how my day would end, I most certainly would have laughed in their faces.For one, I was a married woman. More than that, not only would my husband not come with me, he would probably find a way to stop me from going as well. Too bad he didn’t know now.Truth was, my marriage with Christopher was hanging on a very thin thread. After losing our unborn baby a year ago, things had taken a horrible turn. At first I thought it was nothing I couldn’t handle. 365 days without sex made me realize it was, in fact, nothing I could handle.I was starving. When was the last time I’d had a good orgasm? When was the last time I’d cum so hard I’d seen stars for a few minutes. I was tired of touching myself every night. Now, it barely did anything to arouse me. Which was why I’d taken this bold step in the first place.I inhaled a steadying breath and took in the building before me

MadelynIt was exactly three hours since I'd met with my lawyer.He'd tried to convince me against the decision I'd taken, but my mind was made up. I was done. Completely done with this sham marriage. Forget touching me, it disgusted me when Christopher's gaze locked with mine. I wanted nothing more to do with him, and I was finally going to make him understand it.I ignored the look of his staff as I made my way to his office, completely dressed in a silk gown for my friend Ava's wedding. My face burned with humiliation as I walked but I was determined to keep a leash on my emotions. Had they known of Christopher's infidelity? I scoffed inwardly at my question. Definitely. At the very least, one person had to have known. I wasn't going to delude myself into thinking he didn't have dirty rendezvous in his office with that sex worker. The thought caused a burning sensation to stir in my chest but I pushed it to the back of my mind. I gripped the doorknob of Christopher's door and push

MadelineAva hadn't returned.Not when Dominic and I had been taking our wedding vows, and not now, when the guests were clearing. I swallowed, my heart crashing against my rib cage as the last of the guests filed out of the hall.Ava's parents had gone out do their mind with worry when I'd informed them of Ava's disappearance. I'd felt the first flicker of guilt as I'd watched her mother try to salvage the situation, silently wishing I'd done a better job at convincing her to stay back.I paced around the room, dialing her number once more and listening to her voicemail. "Shit," I cursed beneath my breath. That was exactly what I was in. A deep shit. What was I supposed to do now? Dominic thought I was his rightful wife; I'd realized he hadn't even seen a picture of Ava when he'd failed to crash out after catching me without the veil. Which was completely strange. Who didn't at least know what their intended–My thoughts were cut of when someone barged into my hotel room. I looked u

MadelynI didn’t know what Clarissa was thinking, suggesting to my supposed mother-in-law that Dominic should follow me to my ex-husband’s house to pick up my stuff. Out of all people, she had to suggest him. I sat stiff in the passenger seat, sneaking glances at the man beside me. His eyes were locked on the road, dark and unreadable, his jaw tense like he had little patience for whatever mess he was driving into. His hair was neatly parted at the corner, the rest combed smoothly back, not a strand out of place. The kind of man who didn’t even need effort to look put together.His right hand rested easily on the steering wheel, veins showing, the watch on his wrist catching light whenever he moved. Dominic Connor. The name alone was enough to send women wild. The celebrity crush plastered all over magazines, the one who couldn’t step out without being photographed, rumored or speculated about. I had seen his face in the news too many times, usually linked to Leana Rossy. She always d

MadelynI felt my head buzzing from all the alcohol I’d gulped down. Had I ever really given myself the freedom to drink and just waste away instead of sitting with the constant thoughts of how much of a mess my life was? I didn’t think so. So even if it was just for this night, I wanted to take it. Just this one night, I wanted to get everything I felt I had been denied.I tried to silence Christopher’s voice echoing in my head, daring to remind me that I lost my child and that it was possible I’d never have another. The way he’d said it, the coldness in his voice—it stung like he wanted me to carry that failure forever. After everything I had suffered, he dared to say that to me. I hated that I could still hear him.The loud music was pounding through the club, heavy bass that seemed to carry every grief I had tucked away. My body was pressed against Dominic’s as we moved to the beat. I didn’t know if I was dancing or just swaying into him, but I didn’t care. My back arched into him