Semua Bab The Chubby Wife's Revenge.: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Amelia.The flight landed just after noon, but by the time I stepped off the plane, collected my luggage, and navigated the crowded terminal, my pulse had taken on a rhythm that had nothing to do with jet lag and everything to do with what—or rather, who—was waiting on the other side of the arrivals gate.Home.The word still felt strange on my tongue, not because I no longer recognized the city, but because it now meant something entirely different. A year ago, home had been a place, a collection of streets and buildings I thought I understood. Now it was a person. It was him.I tightened my grip on the handle of my suitcase and moved with the flow of passengers, the familiar sounds of the airport wrapping around me like an old, slightly worn coat: announcements crackling overhead, the relentless roll of wheels across polished floors, conversations blending into one steady, indistinct hum. For a moment I felt caught between two versions of myself—the woman who had left with tremblin

Amelia.Nathaniel’s mouth continued claiming mine with a hunger that stole the air from my lungs, his tongue sliding against mine in deep, demanding strokes that made my knees weaken. I clutched at his shoulders, fingers digging into the crisp fabric of his shirt as heat flooded every inch of my body. A year of longing, of late-night whispers and frustrated touches in the dark, poured out between us like wildfireHis hand slid into my hair, tilting my head as the kiss turned hungry, demanding, a low groan vibrating from his chest into mine. I pressed against him, fingers curling into his shirt, the solid warmth of his body igniting sparks that raced down my spine. Heat pooled low in my belly as his other hand traced the curve of my waist, pulling me flush against him until there was nothing between us but the rapid thud of our hearts and the promise of everything we had waited for.The world narrowed to the taste of wine on his tongue, the faint scrape of stubble against my skin, an

NathanielI woke before dawn, the city still cloaked in darkness beyond the penthouse windows, with Amelia curled warm and naked against my chest. We had already lost count—four times? Five?—and yet my body refused to settle. My cock was hard again, aching, pressed against the soft curve of her ass as if the year apart had created an insatiable hunger no amount of release could quench. I tried to control it. I told myself to let her sleep, to savor the simple pleasure of holding her. But the scent of her skin, the memory of her moans, the way she had clenched around me so perfectly… control slipped through my fingers like smoke.I couldn’t stop myself.My hand slid slowly down her body, tracing the dip of her waist, the swell of her hip. She was still asleep, breathing softly and evenly. I brushed my fingertips lightly over her mound, then lower, finding her clit with a feather-light touch. I circled it slowly, barely any pressure, just enough to feel her body respond. Her hips shi

Amelia.Five days after my return, I discovered Nathaniel had apparently decided work was optional.I found him in the kitchen on a Tuesday morning wearing a black sweater and looking entirely too comfortable for a man who technically ran several companies.Sunlight streamed through the penthouse windows, painting gold across the marble countertops while coffee brewed nearby."Nathaniel."He glanced up from the newspaper in his hand."Yes?""Aren't you supposed to be at work?""No."I narrowed my eyes."No?""No.""That's not how employment works.""It does when you're the owner."I stared at him.He calmly took another sip of coffee.The fact that he looked completely serious made it worse."You've been home for five days.""Correct.""You've attended exactly one meeting.""Also correct.""And that meeting lasted twenty minutes.""It could have been an email."I laughed despite myself.Nathaniel smiled.The expression was lazy and content in a way I rarely saw.Almost boyish.Almost d

Daniel.She didn’t slow down when she walked away.That was the first thing I noticed.Not the tailored cream blazer, not the confident stride, not even the way the entire corridor seemed to adjust subtly around her presence.It was the complete absence of hesitation.Amelia used to pause, even when she tried not to—a glance, a slight shift in posture, some quiet acknowledgment that I still occupied space in her world.Now she moved as though she had never needed permission from anyone in her life.I stood there longer than I should have while she disappeared toward the boardroom doors. The sharp click of her heels echoed through the corridor with steady assurance, each step reinforcing the same unsettling truth: this building no longer intimidated her. If anything, it seemed to welcome her.Then her phone vibrated.She glanced at the screen, and for a brief second her expression softened into something warm and unguarded.A small smile touched her lips.It wasn't difficult to guess wh