When Divorce Turned To Desire Novels & Stories

Jotham opened his beautiful green eyes and then checked his wristwatch, "thank goodness you are awake, Julie. It's been three days since you've passed and I've not left your side since." "Who cares? Like you didn't cause all these? Where's that man you were punching blue-black? Where's my husband?" "Dr. T had promised to divorce you. You need to sign the divorce papers, Julie." "You must be insane. Why will I divorce my husband?" "Cause I'm the only man who can have you." "Where's is he? I need to see him." "Only after you have agreed to sign his divorce papers." "No. Why are you ruining my happy life, Jotham. Go for your 'Mirabel." Why are you this obsessed with me when you had me in the pa

This man my husband only by contract was the one who'd taken me in, offering me a haven I didn't know if I deserved. "Ahh!" I gasped, a sound that was both a protest and a plea, as his hand moved higher, tracing the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh, igniting a trembling sensation, a forbidden pleasure I'd never known before. I pressed my palm to my mouth, desperately muffling the sounds building in my throat, fighting a losing battle against the tide of desire that threatened to drown me. Since losing my sight, my other senses had grown razor sharp, a cruel twist of fate that amplified every sensation, every touch, every sound, leading us inevitably to this moment.

My initial plan was to have my way with her and get her out of my system but after the first call, her feistiness did something to me. I knew I’d have to get her attention in a different way than I had planned. Vanessa seems so innocent to me and that’s one of the things drawing me to her and also making me want to keep my distance. I’ve never been really committed to a woman before because of how devoted and focused I am to my work. At the dinner when I set my eyes on her, she looked like the most magnificent woman I had ever laid my eyes on and I immediately knew that there was no way I was going to be able to get her out of my system.

"Did you bring me noodles in order to convince me to sign the divorce papers, ex-wife?" "With only a bowl of noodles, I can get away with anything." Candice walked into the room as we were laughing. "What are you celebrating, guys?" "We’ve just finalized our divorce." I locked my gaze on Candice. I knew she would be unhappy, as she would now be forced to marry Dante. I’m not sure why she’s with Dante if she can’t marry him. Why does she claim to love him when she is incapable of committing to their relationship? Exactly what is it that Candice desires from Dante? Is there a secret motive at work? It is irrelevant to me. I smiled as I brushed everything aside in the back of my mind.

Even as his mind replayed that night over and over again. His pulse quickened as he could no longer hide away from the desire to repeat that night. God, he was supposed to despise this woman for daring to attempt blackmailing him with a baby in the future. It was just sex, something he’d had with women whose names he’d forgotten. Why did it feel like more? “Maybe her stepping into the role of a wife has made you fall for her and now you don’t want that divorce anymore. Is that all it takes to win you over? To make you love me again without it feeling forced?”

By the time we hung up I felt exhausted but a little less broken. The next few days passed in a fog. Richard called and texted nonstop — apologies, explanations, begging me to come home and talk. I ignored every single one. Every time I closed my eyes I saw his cock slamming into that man and my love for him curdled into something dark and bitter. I filed for divorce the following Monday. While the lawyers did their thing, I lay in that hotel bed one night scrolling on my phone and downloaded T**der. I wasn’t looking for love. I just wanted to feel wanted. Desired. Fucked.

NICOLETTE'S POV My heart fluttering and my world merging in beautiful colors, I could not believe this was happening. This had actually been my desire for so long that someday it would be more than just a marriage of convenience. I could not think about anything else right now or the fact that a couple of minutes ago I had just been asking him for a divorce. A divorce from a man like Xander, I mean who actually does that? What had I been thinking when I said that?

As soon as I remembered this, I dragged my mouth shut. “Forget it,” I said hoarsely. “Let’s not talk about it. It’s... done. Just... drop it.” Desiree's face twisted with confusion and almost disgust, “What is with you men acting all weird lately? It is getting harder and harder to guess what you all really want and really feel.” “What?” My already spoiled mood was starting to get worse. I said, “Just get lost and leave me alone.” “Fine!” She shrugged, “Anyways, it was good that you got the divorce. There is someone waiting for you now.”

But unfortunately for him, he died as a cancer patient when he was twenty one. That was how Vivian became a sex addict. Nobody knows about this, not even Harrison or Camilla, or even her dead parents. But Ryder. Ryder fucked her so good that she almost lost her senses. He was the only one who could satisfy her dark desires. And Harrison. He couldn’t even drive organs out of her, he gets tired too quickly. Leaving her to toy with herself all night. “That bastard,” Vivian scoffed. “Who?” Harrison questioned, his frown thickening.

She’d begged Zavier to help, promising to reconcile with her estranged family. Beatrice had always been the main fire fueling their fallen marriage, so leaving Chicago wasn’t just Ethan’s dream, it was Zara’s path to marital freedom. And now Ethan was going to New York with Irene? “Thank God we’re divorced,” Zara said aloud, her voice cold.