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“Oh, oh yes.” Her fingers dig into my skin through my shirt, her nails certain to leave a mark on my arm. I lean forward, sucking her nipple into my mouth, leaving her with a perfect outline of my teeth. She watches me lean forward, repeating the same action on her other breast.
“I like seeing your body marked by me.” I lift my hips at the ends of my thrusts, hitting her G-spot repeatedly. Her mouth falls open, and her eyes flutter closed as I feel her walls tightly clenching me. I try to hold back but I can’t.
“Oh fuck,” I groan loudly, “your pussy is milking my cock so good, fuck!” My vision goes blurry. I hold on to Stella as my orgasm rips through my body.
“Where are you taking me for our honeymoon?” she asks when we both have come back down and I finish refastening my belt.
“Didn’t we already go on a honeymoon?” I step into the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth for Stella.
“I mean, I did. You worked the entire time so I think it’s safe to say, you owe me a new honeymoon.” I press the cloth against her and she winces.
“That’s fine with me. Do you want a real wedding?” I straighten out her bra, buttoning the two remaining left on her blouse.
“I don’t think so. I don’t have any family and very few friends, not enough for a wedding.”
“We can always do one just for us?”
“Do you want to?” She wraps her arms around my neck.
“I do.”
She smiles, leaning in to kiss me on the nose. “How about a private wedding, just the two of us, followed by a honeymoon in the same place?”
“I like that idea. In fact, I have a yacht so we could do it maybe in the south of France or Italy.”
“I’m sorry, you have a yacht?”
“Well, we have a yacht actually.”
“I still can’t wrap my head around this rich billionaire lifestyle.” She tilts her head. “Aren’t you ever worried I married you for your money?” It sends us both into a fit of laughter.
“This might be a new fairy tale. The one where she marries the man for money, but they end up falling in love.”
“Yeah?” She smiles, her eyes lighting up. “And how does it end?”
“Well, they both live happily ever after, of course, and along the way, they fall more and more in love each day, and they have a well above average sex life complete with all sorts of fun and exciting new toys to insert.” She laughs again, her head falling back and exposing her neck, giving me a chance to kiss her there softly. “And last but not least, a family of their own.”
I seethe as I stare at the grainy black-and-white image staring back at me. An image of Mac, just outside the gates with his arms wrapped around my ex. I run my fingers over the cool steel of Freddy’s pistol in my lap as I contemplate how I plan to destroy Mac and Eleanor.
Part of me knew she was unfaithful to me but I didn’t want to face it. At the time it was because of my ego, now it’s because I don’t want to take accountability for my part in it. While I know there’s never a justified reason for cheating, I take full responsibility for pushing her into the arms of another man.
What I can’t let go of, though, is the fact that I know she’s using him to try and destroy my marriage to Stella. I tap my fingers on the desk, thinking about the way she looked at me the day she stood in my office and told me she wouldn’t let me go without a fight. What I can’t figure out is how she knew. In all our years together, I never once told her about the clause because I didn’t want her worried that I was with her for that reason.
I stare at the clock; the sun will be rising soon. The fire I lit in the fireplace with all copies of the contract, divorce papers, and NDA between Stella and me now just a slowly smoldering pile of ash. I place the gun back into a locked drawer and close my computer screen, heading back upstairs to spend the morning in bed with my wife.
I slide between the sheets, Stella rolling over but not opening her eyes. “Mmm,” she moans pleasantly as she snuggles up against my chest. I wrap my arms around her warm body as she falls back into a deep sleep. But I can’t sleep. My thoughts are focused on nothing but revenge.
“Mac,” I say, placing my coffee mug on the counter once Stella has left the kitchen. “Why don’t you give me a ride into work this morning?”
“You sure, sir? Oliver asked me t?—”
“Yeah.” I drape my arm around his shoulders as I lead him toward the garage. “Oliver will understand.”
Once we exit the garage and leave the driveway, I start probing. “So Mac, how long have you worked for me now?”
“Uh, about eighteen months, sir.” He glances at me in the rearview mirror, his nerves palpable.
“Hmm, makes sense,” I mutter as I do the math for the timeline of when Eleanor would have been able to get to him.
