บททั้งหมดของ After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

She found a diner somewhere in the East Village. A twenty four hour place with fluorescent lights that buzzed and flickered and a sign out front that was missing half its letters. The windows were streaked with grime. The air inside smelled like old coffee and stale cigarettes even though smoking inside had been illegal for years.A man behind the counter looked up from his phone when she walked in. He had a tired face and tired eyes and he didn't ask any questions. He just pointed to a booth in the corner and said "sit wherever."She slid into the booth. It was cracked red vinyl with a rip in the seat that someone had tried to fix with duct tape. She ordered tea because she needed something to do with her hands. When it came, she wrapped her fingers around the warm mug and stared at the steam rising up and tried very very hard not to think.But thinking came anyway. It always does when you try not to.She sat there for hours. The clock on the wall ticked from three to four to five. T

Celestine came back to the penthouse at ten thirty in the morning. She stood outside the door for a long time before she went in. Her key was in her hand but she couldn't make herself put it in the lock. Because once she opened that door, once she stepped inside, it would be real. All of it. The affair. The baby. The end of her marriage. The end of everything she had spent three years trying to build. But she couldn't stand in the hallway forever. So she took a deep breath and she put the key in the lock and she turned it and she pushed the door open. The apartment was quiet. Kier was gone. Of course he was gone. He was probably at his mistress's house right now, lying in her bed with his arms around her, talking about baby names and wedding dates and all the things he had never once talked about with Celestine. She wondered if he had given her the necklace yet. The little velvet box. The gold chain with the diamond pendant. She wondered if the other woman was wearing it right now

The clinic was small and clean. The walls were painted a soft blue, the color of the sky on a clear morning. There were pictures on the walls. Landscapes. Oceans. Fields of flowers. Nothing too cheerful. Nothing too sad, it was just neutral.A woman at the front desk looked up and smiled and it was not a big smile, but a small one that was filled with understanding."Celestine?"She nodded."Come with me. The doctor is ready."She followed the woman down a hallway. Past closed doors. Past a nurse pushing a cart. Past a window that looked out onto a garden full of winter bare trees.The doctor was waiting in a small room. She was older, maybe sixty, with gray hair and kind eyes and a calm gentle voice."Have you eaten today?""No.""Have you had any water?""A little. Last night."The doctor nodded. Made a note on her clipboard. "We'll give you some fluids. The procedure itself will take about ten minutes. You'll be sedated, so you won't feel anything. When you wake up, it will be over

"No," he said, and his voice came out fierce and firm. "No, absolutely not. You are not ending this pregnancy. You are not raising this baby alone. I love you, Sable. I love you and I want to be with you and I want to raise this child with you. Celestine means nothing to me. She has never meant anything to me. I married her because my father made me promise on his deathbed, and I have spent three years regretting it. She's boring and she's plain and she's useless and she has never made me feel the way you make me feel. You are the one I should have married from the beginning. You are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. So don't you dare talk about ending this pregnancy or raising this baby alone. We are in this together. You and me and our child. That is not up for discussion."Sable's tears spilled over then, rolling down her cheeks, and she smiled this beautiful watery smile and threw her arms around his neck and held him tight."I love you," she whispered into his ear

Sable sucked him hard, sloppy, wet, deepthroating as much of his cock as she could, gagging slightly when the head hit the back of her throat. Kier groaned into her pussy, sucking her clit harder, flicking his tongue furiously while she bobbed her head on his shaft, saliva dripping down his balls.They devoured each other like starving animals—wet sucking sounds, moans, and filthy gasps filling the room.Sable pulled off his cock with a gasp. “I need you to fuck me hard now.”She moved down, turned around, and impaled herself on his cock again, this time facing away from him in reverse cowgirl. She rode him brutally, slamming her ass down, taking every inch. Kier’s hands gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her, pounding into her from below.“Harder!” Sable begged, voice breaking. “Fuck me harder, Kier! Destroy my pussy!”He gave her exactly what she wanted—snapping his hips up with raw power, his thick cock slamming into her again and again, balls-deep, the wet slap of skin on skin