All Chapters of His other woman : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ace stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed, watching like an irritated chaperone as Carter pulled me onto the couch.Carter plopped down and tapped his lap, smirking. "Come on, sweetheart. Make yourself comfortable."Never one to turn down an opportunity, I grinned and parked my ass right on him."Damn!" Carter groaned, his hands finding my waist. "You've got the softest ass."I giggled, leaning back against his chest. "Thanks. Funny, that's exactly what this guy said."Carter's brows shot up. "Oh? Ace, you didn't tell me you've had the pleasure of feeling how soft her ass is."Ace's jaw clenched. "There's nothing to tell. It was a mistake. I mistook her for my wife."Carter snorted. "Of course you did." He turned to me. "Let's hope he doesn't mistakenly find himself buried deep inside you one day, thinking you're his wife."I let out a dramatic sigh, shaking my head. "Tragic. But honestly? Not entirely a bad idea."Scratch that, I like it better if he moans my name instead. A

He leaned farther away from me, but we both knew there was no place to run now. "Touching you was a very big mistake-one I regret every second.""Tell that to your wife," I replied, brushing my lips against the shell of his ear.Now was my chance to touch him since his focus had to stay on the road. So, either he focused and let me play with him, or we were both dead.Unable to help myself, I reached down and brushed my hand over his pants. Oh, fuck! He was semi-hard. At least that was progress.The car slid a little off the road. He whipped forward and steadied us out."Are you insane?! This distraction almost cost us!" he yelled, now fully focused on the road.I shook my head and glanced at the road, which had fewer overhead lights, but it was still bright enough to see the bulge in his pants.The fact that we were speeding down a lonely, dark road didn't even scare me. In fact, it added to the thrill.I imagined the feel of his cock in my hand-so wide I could barely wrap my fingers

The night air is way colder than I expected. Like… disrespectfully cold. I keep my eyes ahead, scanning the way home. The men in the truck are still following me. I mean why wouldn't they? My skirt is basically a belt. I might as well be holding a neon sign that says: “FREE ATTENTION—NOW OPEN FOR CREEPS.” I curse myself for wearing short skirts to work just to get Ace's attention. “Don’t ignore us, sweetheart!” another voice calls, louder this time. The voice is gruff, playful in the worst way, as the truck crawls up beside me. I glance out of the corner of my eye—their faces are half-lit by the dull glow of the streetlights. One leans out the window, his grin stretching wide, his eyes gleaming like a wolf’s in the dark. I keep walking. My heart is hammering so hard I’m afraid they’ll hear it, but I don’t look at them. Don’t give them the satisfaction. If I pretend they aren’t there, maybe they’ll get bored and leave me alone. But they don’t. “Hey, come on, we’re just bei

The icy grip of the river surrounded me as I plunged into its depths, the cold shocking every nerve in my body. The impact left my ears ringing and my chest tightening, water surging into my mouth and nose before I could close them.For a terrifying moment, I didn't know which way was up. The murky darkness of the water blurred everything, my arms flailing as panic clawed at me. Then, instinct kicked in. I kicked hard, pushing myself upward with desperate force.I broke through the surface with a loud, shuddering gasp, my lungs burning as they greedily drank in the night air.Coughing violently, I spat out the water I'd inhaled, my chest heaving as I fought for breath. The roar of the river was deafening, the sound of the current rushing past me like a furious animal.The current was relentless, dragging me along its path with a strength I couldn't fight. The water slapped against my face, my arms, each wave stronger than the last, battering me with icy blows.I know how to swim.

I was exhausted, my body sinking into the soft mattress, as though it was conspiring to keep me there. Sleep tugged at me, whispering promises of rest and relief. But I couldn't give in-not today, not when I had work waiting for me. With a deep sigh, I forced myself upright, throwing the covers back and pushing my heavy feet to the floor.My limbs protested every step as I shuffled to the bathroom, splashing cold water onto my face to jolt myself awake.By the time I was dressed and ready, the temptation to crawl back under the covers was almost unbearable. I grabbed my bag and trudged out the door, flagging down a cab to take me to the mansion. When I arrived at the mansion, I slipped through the heavy front double doors, the sound of it clicking shut behind me echoing faintly in the spacious foyer.The air was eerily still, the kind of quiet that suggested the kids were still asleep. I'd come early today-earlier than usual-but that didn't mean I had time to waste. Where is Meg