A writers' conference in California のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

NADIA'S POV“Oh, Nadia…”Fabian's voice was a mixture of regret and want. It was the voice of a man who knew that what he was doing was wrong in all ramifications, but he was still doing it anyway. It was the voice of a man who was about to fuck the wits of his best friend's wife. I tightened my hand on his neck as his hands grabbed my behind, straddling me onto his waist in a manner that suggested he couldn't get enough of the kiss. I flattened myself against him to ease the burden of how heavy I was, but he didn't seem to mind. My nipples came to life against the fabric of my pajamas, aching to be touched, to be fondled by the man who was always going to make me lose myself no matter how much I wanted to control myself. “My goodness, Nadia…”I slipped a tongue into his mouth in a bid to make him go quiet. My entire family was sleeping upstairs, and I could only imagine the disaster it would be if any of them came down and found me in the arms of a man that wasn't my husband.

FABIAN'S POV Marlowe had offered to drive me to the airport that afternoon, and as he brought his car to a halt in the parking lot, he sighed. “I know you've noticed that my wife is not particularly happy about you being in our home, Fabian, and I want to apologize for that…”I chuckled as I shook my head. If only he knew. “It's fine, Marlowe. No woman would be happy if a stranger invades her home and she has to feed him for a couple of months. I understand her completely.”I watched Marlowe sigh again in a manner that said he had been beating himself up about it before driving me to the airport. “You know, she's not always like this, but her writing hasn't been successful for a while, so I completely understand her frustration. It gets better with time, I promise.”“She's a good woman and I can see how much she loves you. Some women would never put up with it. She's doing it because of you, and that's a lot already on her part.”Marlowe nodded as he proceeded to open the trunk f

FABIAN'S POV I left the bed as slowly as I could in order not to attract attention from the already pissed off Kris. Grabbing my phone, I went downstairs, my mind searching for places where I could get the privacy I desperately needed. There was a spare room in Kris's house originally for visitors, and I slipped in there, heading to the toilet and locking the door behind me. The housekeeper was doing a good job because even though the room was barely used, the toilet was clean. I unlocked my phone as I settled on the toilet seat. “I'm not exactly free, but I can talk now.” I replied with sweaty hands. My eyes widened when she called me. Did she actually want to speak with me? All this while I thought it was a text. “Hello.”This was the problem about Nadia. Only her voice made my body react in ways that no-one ever made me react before. I stared down at the bulge in my briefs, not knowing if to be ashamed or excited. “Nadia. How are you? Is something wrong?”“What do you me

FABIAN'S POV As soon as I left the toilet, I closed the door firmly behind me, acknowledging that my semen was all over the floor and the toilet—-I didn't even have the chance to clean up before opening the door. Kris sat on the bed in the guestroom, an eyebrow raised. “You've got to be kidding me, Fabian. One quarrel and you lock yourself up in the toilet?”She had no idea of what had just transpired in that toilet. If only she knew, the quarrel would be the least of her worries. “Come on, Kris, I needed some time to think this through.”She rolled her eyes impatiently. “If we're looking at it from my perspective, I barely said anything wrong. You made a family decision without my input. How do you expect me to react? As if I'm pleased? Of course I am not.”I ran a hand through my already ruffled hair. Another day, another argument with Kris. “I didn't make a decision without you, Kris. I said what I thought of the situation at hand, and it was up to you to contribute or make

FABIAN'S POV I grabbed my box, an uncomfortable smile on my face as I stared at the mother of my child and my child. It had been Kris's plan to let Mandy skip school so she could at least see me off at the airport. And so far, it had turned out to be a terrible idea. She had not only thrown tantrums, she was silent now, a sign that a huge bout of crying was about to start. “Your house and your car? What are you going to do about them?”I zipped my box as I confirmed that I had carried every important document that couldn't be photographed. “Put the house up for sale. I'll give my assistant, Henry, a call. He'll help me handle the sale so you don't have to stress about it. As for my car, it can be parked in your garage.”The house in question was a two bedroom apartment I had bought when Kris and I were at the peak of our troubles. Mandy had spent most weekends with me during that period, and weekdays with Kris. This was majorly because of the fact that her school was closer to