All Chapters of Dear Husband, I Want this Marriage no More: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

I wished I were nervous as I got into the car with him; I wished my heart were pounding so loud so that could be my excuse for not wanting to follow him.Instead, it was different. My heart was pounding alright, but for a different reason, not from nerves, but in anticipation of what would follow, and I was ready for what it was going to be.With no music playing, we were only left with our thoughts, but I refused to think of anything. I didn’t want to change my mind now, so instead I focused on the road ahead of us, and occasionally, I stared at him.Aaron’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel, veins rising beneath his skin as his grip flexed. The light caught his ring, making it glint. He hadn’t said a word since we got in, and somehow, that silence made everything feel too loud.As if he had read my thoughts, he turned his head toward me, and our eyes locked.I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry, refusing to be the first to look away, even when I knew he would have to, if only f

There was something about the Sinclairs and their love for a good time because that was all Aaron had done. He had promised me a good time, and he had even managed to show me more. I had spent about three days in his Airbnb, but those days were absolutely the best, and it was just what I needed. The first day, we had dined with a private chef, and I had eaten so much I felt like I might burst. The next day, we went golfing. Not exactly my scene, but it was enough opportunity for him to wrap his arms around me under the guise of teaching me, and honestly, I had accepted it. After that, we had gone for a spa session, which ended terribly as he had asked the masseuse to leave, and we fucked on the spa table. I would recommend it 100%, as it was quite an experience. On the third day, he was a little busy with work, and I was left alone, but as I began to wander about his house, I couldn’t help but feel some sort of imposter freedom. I shouldn’t be here. I had to take control back. I

It was a fucking miracle I finished that walk without missing a step or, worse, running straight into his arms.Because, fuck… he looked perfect.Dressed in a brown leather overcoat and tailored shirt and pants, he managed to stand out in a room full of people.Yet it begged the question. How?How did he manage to get an invite to the show? I didn't even know he was a Saint Laurent man; his style was nothing like theirs.I managed to pass his side without a hitch even though everything on me revolted, even though I wanted to drink him in until I was filled.Still, I could feel his gaze on me, completely eroding all of my defenses. My back tingled as he continued staring at me with such intensity, but this I was used to, and I schooled myself until I was out of sight.It was only when I was in the comfort of the backstage that I forced myself to exhale.“What the hell!”He was here in Paris; he came to watch my show, and he saw me walk the runway. The information was stirring inside m

Aaron’s POVI knew I had told Kim to come see me; it was the reason I had given her my address. Hell, it was the reason I took a fucking flight to Paris the day before because she was no longer responding, and I would be damned not to see her.Yet, there was an element of surprise when I saw her in front of my door looking sinful in her black dress. My eyes took her in, taking my fill of her even though we had just parted some hours ago, because it could never be enough to fill the vacuum she had left. “Of course I would. I told you.” She chuckled, eyeing me in a way that I could only interpret as want and happiness soar inside of me.We shared the same enthusiasm, and that was okay for me.“Aren’t you going to let me in?” She demanded with sass, her hands on her hips. My lips parted in a smile, an action I found so easy to do whenever I was with her. However, I gave her an apologetic smile, opening the door wider and stepping out of the way so she could enter before I closed the doo

Kim’s POVOur ragged breath filled the air as we tried to catch our breath, my heart pounding so hard behind my ribcage that I was sure it would cave in.Fuck, that was a good workout, way better than any of my gym sessions. Only this was completely different because it was easier to get addicted. Who was I even kidding? I was already addicted to the feel of his cock in me, how he filled me up in a way no one could dare. I only had to pray that this decision wasn’t going to come bite me in the back.I turned, needing to see him, and the sight I witnessed was enough to make my breath hitch. With the dim light, I could see his sharp features, the sweat gathering at his brow, catching in the faint glow.“That was crazy,” he smirked, licking his lips and nodding.“It was.” I agreed, and we stared at each other, his eyes boring into me even as our breathing slowly synced until we were of one accord.He would breathe out, and I would take in his air, inhaling it deep inside me, taking a pi