Lahat ng Kabanata ng His other woman : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

They bore into me, sharp and unrelenting, like he could see every corner of my mind, every secret I’d ever tried to bury.He leaned closer, his face so near now that I could feel the warmth of his breath against my cheek.Every instinct screamed at me to move, to run, to fight, but his presence was paralyzing, like a predator’s shadow over a prey.My body trembled, the mixture of fear and something far more confusing turning my stomach into knots.Beneath the fear, beneath the horror, something traitorous sparked and burned.“You should see your face right now,” he said, his voice low and smooth, laced with dark amusement. “So scared. So helpless. So... turned on”I swallowed hard, my throat pressing against the cold edge of the knife. My lips parted, a shaky breath escaping, but no words came. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. All I could do was stand there, pinned beneath his gaze, trembling like a leaf in the wind.“Look at you. You’re terrified. But you’re curious too, aren’t yo

He froze in the doorway, his eyes sweeping over the scene—the flour-covered counter, sugar scattered like confetti, pancake batter splattered on the cabinets, and me, standing in the middle of it all, looking like I’d been through a food fight with a hurricane.“What on earth is going on here?” he demanded, his tone sharp.I turned to face him, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. My clothes were plastered with flour and milk, my hair a tangled mess, and my hands sticky with pancake batter. I tried to muster a smile.“Uh… pancakes?” I said weakly.His expression darkened. “Jesus, Aria! Can you do anything right?”I hadn’t even processed the mess fully before I felt the sting of his accusation. My pulse quickened, anger flaring up from somewhere deep. I refused to let him pin this on me.“Hello? This is all your fault! Don’t blame me for the mess you caused.” I shot back, my voice louder than I intended. His jaw tightened, his lips pressing into a thin, angry line. “You had one

I took an Uber back home, my body aching with exhaustion. Katie greeted me with a look of surprise that was almost comical."Aria, are you coming back from work, or did you sneak off to a club?" she asked, her tone laced with curiosity.I dropped my bag by the door, sighing as I replied, "I’m just coming back from work. And yes, I’m just as surprised as you are. Ace wouldn’t let me stay over after running errands and babysitting the kids all day."Katie followed me up the stairs as I trudged to my room. "Wait, you’re serious? He kicked you out by this time? What did his wife say about that?""She’s not around, and neither are his workers. I had to clean that massive mansion and take care of the kids all by myself. I’m completely drained." I said, yanking my silky nightgown from the closet. I slipped into the bathroom, eager for the hot shower to wash away the day. As I stepped out, Katie was sprawled across my bed, looking at me with a mixture of concerns."Where’s Skylar?" I asked.

“Whoa! Stay back, Bingo!” I yelled, frantically throwing pillows at the little dog who seemed hell-bent on eating me alive. I probably looked like a walking breakfast to it. A very panicked breakfast.Skylar’s laugh echoed through the room. “His name isn’t Bingo, it’s Thunder,” she managed to say between fits of giggles.“Hey, Thunder! Let go!” I yelled again, my voice more desperate this time. The little demon had latched onto a pillow with its teeth and was now yanking on it with surprising strength. I was still holding the other end, which meant I was unwillingly engaged in a game of tug-of-war. Spoiler: I was losing.“Skylar! Do something!” I shouted, glancing at her as she doubled over laughing.“Alright, alright,” she said, snapping her fingers. “Come here, boy!”To my relief, Thunder immediately dropped the pillow and bounded over to her, tail wagging like he hadn’t just been trying to devour me. Skylar scooped him up and began rubbing his head, cooing at him like he was so

My legs trembled as I mounted his massive oak desk, the wood cold against the bare skin of my thighs.Forgive me Lord for I'm about to sin.My pulse hummed inside my core as I reached between my legs and pushed aside my thongs, dipping my fingers inside myself. Normally, I went straight for the clit, but I’d never felt so empty in my entire life. Two fingers, slick with arousal, plunged deep into my core, meeting no resistance, only a suffocating emptiness. A shudder, raw and unexpected, ripped through me. I was charged, electrified, eager to combust, yet the source of this potent energy remained elusive.Maybe because it was the fact that I was in Ace's study. But I could feel him all around me, hovering above me, whispering filthy things into my earThe ache between my legs intensified, a desperate yearning for something more, something real. I knew what I'm doing here now would never measure up to what I really wanted. Ace. I imagined him pushing me against this desk. Me splay