Page 12 of Sinful Affair

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Page 12 of Sinful Affair

“I’m fine, honestly.”

What I want to say is, it’s not summer flu, our boss’s husband just had his fingers in my panties, and I am horny as hell.

Clarissa’s office door is shut, and I can see through the bottom glass that Henry is pacing.

And all I can think about is in twenty minutes, his cock will either be deep in my throat or pounding my pussy, or hopefully both.

CHAPTER SEVEN

HENRY

Clarissa is talking down to me.

Hate that.

Can’t say I am really listening… I am pacing up and down her office and wondering how long till she fucks off and how many seconds will it take after she leaves for Bella to be bent over that desk as I sink my cock inside her cunt.

I’m over this marriage.

Over Clarissa.

I stayed for long enough, but I can’t keep doing it.

Not now I have had Bella.

She was always my tempting mistress, but she deserves to be so much more than the mistress. So much more than the other woman. I just need to bide my time and be clever about it.

“Are you even listening to me?” Clarissa screeches as she pushes from her chair and walks towards me.

“Yes,” I sigh, dropping my head as I stop pacing.

“I won’t be home tonight; I have a business dinner then drinks. Will probably stay at the Hilton Double Tree.”

“Cool,” I say as disinterested as I can muster.

“What is wrong with you? Normally you have a shit fit about me staying out,” she steps towards me, her cold eyes bouncing between mine.

“You still go though, don’t you?” I bite at her and her mouth pops open, “so whether I have a shit fit or not… you still do exactly what you want. You always have. You’re a selfish bitch Clarissa,” I hiss at her, and I can see the way my words lash against her skin but I don’t even care.

“I’m selfish?” she cackles, “and you’re not?”

“I know I am selfish. But don’t whine at me because I’m not upset about you staying out. I am home alone most of the time anyway, what’s another night?”

And she slaps me, my eyes squeeze shut, and I can’t help the laugh that escapes me.

“Fuck you Henry,” she turns away from me, reaches for her bag and walks out of her office, nose turned up in the air and I shake my head.

Inhaling deeply, I rub the sting out of my cheek and fold my hands inside the pockets of my suit trousers as I overlook the city I love.

Such a fool for tying myself to that woman.

But I need to be careful because she will take me for everything I have, and I will not lose my family’s legacy or fortune to her.

I turn, looking out at the glass partition and see the top of Bella’s head. My heart stutters in my chest.

I know it’s wrong.

She is twenty-four.




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