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“Can we not talk about your mother right now?” Mila says.
I plunge my cock hard into her pussy, and she cries out. I withdraw it and let it hover at her entrance.
“Okay, okay,” she says in a frustrated voice. “She said that you love Brenda, and eventually, you’ll go back to her.”
Confusion clouds my brain. I can’t imagine my mother would be so nasty to a woman who has done nothing wrong to her. A woman who treats her son and grandson with a lot of love and care.
“She knows we married for the custody case. Brenda called and told her. She’s here to make sure that we divorce afterward, and Brenda returns to you and Isaac.”
I’m so angry that my body trembles. I can’t speak. I do the only thing I can do right now. I fuck my wife mercilessly.
“Yes, fuck me,” Mila cries, pulling me into her.
I’m completely lost as our bodies are joined together. Our fucking is not just physical. There’s something else. It’s as if our spirits have joined together. I feel everything she feels. The world and everything in it fades, and it’s just Mila and me.
“Harder,” Mila commands.
I pound in and out fiercely. I thrust in and out of her harder, and Mila’s body begins to spasm.
“Yes, Brad. I’m going to come,” she cries.
I support myself with one hand, and with the other, I find her clit and finger it while my cock moves in and out of her pussy. It doesn’t take long for Mila to come. Her wild noises as the orgasm rock her tip me over the edge, and I lose all control. Come shoots out of my cock and into her pussy.
When it’s over, we lie side by side, facing each other.
“Look at me,” I tell Mila, and she opens her eyes.
“You’re my woman, and it’s my job to protect you. Do you hear me?”
She nods.
“Even from my own mother. You must promise never to keep secrets from me again. That’s not how I roll.”
“I promise,” she says in a small voice.
Chapter 30
Mila
My phone vibrates on the table, and I jump from fright. I laugh at myself before I read the contents of the text message. A smile tugs at my lips in anticipation, thinking it might be from Brad.
I’m in LA, and I want to see you. It’s important.
My blood goes cold. I look around as if Clay might jump out from behind one of my paintings leaning against the wall. My hands tremble as I hold the phone. Tears prick at the sides of my eyes. I had all but forgotten about my ex-husband. What does he want with me?
Will I always be saddled with Clay? I consider ignoring the message, except that it doesn’t work with him. He’ll become even more persistent. I have to reply, but there’s no way I’m going to meet him.
Sorry I can’t. Busy.
I hold my breath as I wait for his reply. Please, let him leave me alone.
It’s important. After this, I promise I won’t pester you again. Just this once. We were married, Mila. You can’t make time to meet your ex-husband one more time?
Shame floods me. Clay has a way with words that leaves me feeling guilty.
I think of safe public places we can meet, though to be honest, I’m not really frightened of Clay. I can’t believe I’m actually considering meeting him.
Another text comes in.
Tomorrow?
I sigh deeply. It won’t harm to meet him once. The last time. Maybe then I can make him understand that I really don’t want him in my life. I’ve moved on.
Fine, I text back.
He sends me the address of a coffee shop.
I can’t concentrate on work anymore, and besides, it’s almost time for Brad to come home from work. I run into Mrs. Bennet and Isaac as they are returning from their shopping trip. Isaac and I hug, and I kiss his head. When I look up, Mrs. Bennet is looking at me thoughtfully.
A coldness hits my core. I hope she’s not planning anything that might come between Brad and me. We exchange polite hellos, and Isaac and I lead the way into the house.
“I’ll make dinner today,” Mrs. Bennet says.
“Thanks,” I tell her, and I feel bad because I don’t offer to help. She frightens me, and I try to stay out of her way as much as possible.
“Mila, want to do a puzzle with me in my room?” Isaac says.
“I’d love to,” I say and follow him to his room.
Isaac and I settle down on the carpeted floor and work on the gigantic puzzle. We chat easily as we figure out the pieces.
“I thought you might like a drink?” Mrs. Bennet says.
I didn’t hear her coming into Isaac’s room, and I try to sit up.
“Please, don’t stop doing your puzzle,” she says and places a glass of milk on the floor next to Isaac.
