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Isadora POV I woke up to the smell of something delicious wafting in the air.I licked my lips subconsciously before slowly opening my eyes, trying to orient myself to where I was. The room was bathed in morning light and for a moment I couldn't quite remember how I'd gotten here.Then it all came rushing back.Everything that happened with matches and later with Richard.My heart started to race and I sat up abruptly, my breathing quickening.It took only one face to reset everything to normal though… Richard's.He was standing near the bed fully dressed and holding an empty tray.It seemed like he'd just walked into the room.Richard was smiling at me with something so tender in his expression that it made my chest ache."I brought you breakfast," he said, his eyes glancing toward the bedside table.I followed them and saw he'd set everything up… eggs, toast with jam, fresh fruit, coffee and even…orange juice?All of them were arranged carefully like he'd been thinking about what I

Isadora POV The music hit me the moment we walked into the club.After a whole day of doing nothing but gossiping, going for lunch and shopping afterwards, Benita and I decided to close the night like the good old days before marriage trapped me.Benita grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bar, already grinning like she'd been waiting for this exact moment. We ordered drinks and found a booth in the corner with a decent view of the dance floor."To getting your life back," Benita said, raising her glass.I clinked mine against hers and took a sip.The vodka burned my throat but in a good way. It made me feel alive and everything turn sharper suddenly. The music was louder, the lights were brighter, and I felt unbounded in a way I hadn't felt in years.We danced for the first hour without any care in the world.Benita was ridiculous and hilarious, and I found myself laughing at things I wouldn't normally laugh at. A guy tried to approach us with some line about us being too beau

Isadora POV We barely made it through the front door before Richard was on me.The tension had been heavyweight throughout the ride. The quickie we had seemed to have done nothing to quench our thirst for each other but increase it.His palms slammed flat on either side of my head, pinning me against the wood. “ You lit a fire and you're going to put it off Isadora.” Richard whispered, those words sending a wave of wetness gushing from my pussy. I could feel how drenched I was plus Richard’s cum from earlier still dripping out of my pussy like a fucking prize I collected.Richard kissed me… hard…his mouth covering mine without hesitation. His tongue pushed past my lips and I moaned into it, tasting the faint trace of alcohol from the club.My back pressed into the cool door while his hips rolled forward, the hard line of his cock grinding against my lower belly through layers of fabric. It made me want to tear everything off and feel him skin to skin.Richard's fingers worked fast.

It's been a week since the incident with Marcus. That means it's been a week of me staying under Richard's roof.It also means, a full week of nasty and mind blowing sex…anyday, anytime, any chance we get.Richard has been keeping my pussy leaking with his cum, stretched and filled completely. There isn't a single spot of that house that Richard hasn't fucked me in.I am just as addicted to his cock as he is with my pussy. We can't seem to get enough.But that doesn't mean I haven't been working. I leave for my studio every morning for work.Marcus hasn't come looking for me for the last week. It's like Richard's warning got to him. However, he hasn't signed the divorce papers. Richard has informed me that he has been elusive at the company, not going to work for the most part.I just hope he signs those damn papers as soon as possible. That way, my relationship with Richard can be official.Today is Saturday and while it's not a working day, I have to go to the studio. I am not a nin

Isadora POV I stared at the gifts in hand and wondered whether they'd be appreciated this time or my mother would be swooning over Marcus's gifts like she always does.It was no time for family dinner but my mother had called and announced that I was expected home for dinner."I miss Marcus," she'd said on the call, her voice carrying that particular tone she used when she wanted something from me. "He said he is free today so I will be expecting you too."Just like that. There was no asking if I was busy or any consideration for what I might be doing. She was expecting that I'd drop everything and come running.It has always been like that, being expected to fix your life around other people's schedules.I'd almost said no but then I thought about what would happen if I refused.Knowing my mother, that was likely to be accompanied by guilt trips and her weaponizing my absence against me. Then there's what Marcus would say to my parents after the threat the other day.So against m