Our Affairs
For three long years, my husband Richard has refused to touch me. All because of one tragic accident that stole our three-month-old baby... an accident that wasn't even my fault.
I tried everything to win him back. I begged, I cried, I seduced. Nothing worked.
Desperate and burning with unmet desire, I found myself drawn to my new boss, Teddy. With one smoldering look, he awakens the fire I thought had died inside me. I crave him. I need him. But I'm still married... and I still love Richard with all my heart.
Then came the business trip that shattered everything.
In a single night, I discovered Richard's secret-he's been cheating on me all along.
Rage and years of pent-up hunger collided. That night, I finally unleashed.
But after the trip what becomes of me, my husband and my boss, even his lover.
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Chapter 4
Back in the hotel lobby, the air felt thick with everything unsaid.
"Take me to your room," I whispered.
"Payton, stop. Not like this." Teddy's voice was gentle as he brushed the tears from my cheeks. "You're just angry."
"No. I want to be with you tonight. Nothing has to happen-just comfort me, Teddy. Please." I pressed myself against him, arms wrapping tight around his waist, face buried in his chest.
He sighed, then led me upstairs without another word
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Inside his room, a bottle of champagne sat chilling on the small table beside the bed. I dropped into the chair, poured a generous glass, and drank deeply.
"Whoa, easy," Teddy said, watching me finish the second glass in quick succession. "That stuff is stronger than it looks." He settled on the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving me.
I yawned, stretching my arms overhead. "My shoulders are killing me. Will you massage them?" I poured another glass and met his gaze as I drank.
"That's enough." He stood and crossed the short distance, gently prying the glass from my fingers. The moment he did, I rose, pushed him back into the chair, and straddled his lap.
"Oh, Teddy..." I tilted his chin up, grinding slowly against the hard length already straining beneath me. "You're not going to leave me like this, are you?" I knew I was already drunk. Maybe I actually wanted to get drunk so I can finally unleash this want inside me without guilt.
For a long time, I felt so guilty about my feelings for Teddy and tried desperately not to betray my husband. But after what I saw and witnessed today, I don't care anymore. Richard has been cheating on me this whole time.
How cruel.
I gasped as his hands found my ass, gripping firmly. "Are you sure about this, Payton?"
"Yes." I leaned in and kissed him hard, tongue sweeping into his mouth. "Please... fuck me. Hard."
I wanted him-badly. My lips moved over his jaw, his cheeks, his neck. I sucked at the sensitive skin there until he moaned, fingers twisting in my hair, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, then slid the thin strap of my dress down one shoulder, then the other. His gaze stayed locked on mine as his hands cupped my breasts. I gasped, head falling back. A second later his mouth closed over one nipple, warm and insistent. I trembled under the assault, clutching his head to my chest while his other hand slipped beneath my dress, pushing my panties aside to find me already wet.
My mouth fell open in a raw, needy cry. He captured my lips again in a deep, consuming kiss. My fingers fumbled with his belt, then his zipper. The moment his cock sprang free, I wrapped my hand around him, stroking firmly. Another low moan rumbled from his throat.
"Fuck... yes," he breathed.
In one swift motion he stood, lifting me with him, and tossed me onto the bed. I laughed breathlessly as he stripped off the rest of his clothes, arousal written in every taut line of his body. He circled the bed slowly while I hurried to shed my own dress and underwear, leaving myself bare for him.
"I want it hard," I said, voice husky. "Do you mind?"
"Please," he growled, "take me as hard as you can."
He was on me in an instant, dragging me to the edge of the mattress, spreading my thighs wide. His mouth descended, tongue finding my most sensitive spot. I arched off the bed, screaming his name.
"Fuck-yes, Teddy! Give it to me-please-haaa... fuck!"
I came hard against his mouth, thighs shaking. He held my legs up, keeping me open as he rose and slowly pushed inside me. My eyes rolled back; for a heartbeat my breath simply stopped. Pleasure so sharp it felt like dying.
He froze, concern flashing across his face. "Payton? Payton-"
A hard slap to my cheek jolted me back. I sucked in a huge, ragged breath, then burst out laughing, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Don't stop."
"You crazy woman," he muttered, a grin breaking through. Then he drove into me harder, faster.
I rolled us so I was on top, riding him with a desperate rhythm. We both moaned, the sounds blending into cries. "On your stomach," he ordered.
I obeyed instantly. He positioned himself behind me and took me from behind, deep and relentless. The room filled with our gasps, our curses, our shared release as we fucked through the night.
Morning light slipped through the curtains. My head throbbed from the champagne and the hours of exertion, but I smiled anyway. Teddy slept beside me, face soft and peaceful-beautiful in a way that stole my breath. Last night was incredible.
Then Richard's face flickered in my mind. He might have had his own wild night. The thought should have hurt more, but right now it felt distant, almost irrelevant.
I slipped quietly from the bed and started dressing, searching for my panties.
"Looking for these?" Teddy's sleepy voice. He held the scrap of lace between two fingers, eyes half-open, mischievous.
I laughed softly. "So you're awake."
He caught my wrist before I could grab them and tugged me back into his arms. I looked up at his slow, sleepy smile.
"You weren't trying to sneak out, were you?"
"I was... sort of. We still have that morning meeting before we fly home."
He brushed a strand of hair from my face. "You were fucking amazing last night.
Makes me not want to go home at all."
Then he kissed me-slow, lingering.
"Not yet," he murmured against my lips.
In one fluid motion, he rolled on top of me, his lips crashing against mine in hungry, teasing kisses. I burst out laughing as his fingers danced along my sides, tickling me mercilessly.
"Stop-please, Teddy!" I gasped between giggles.
He paused, hovering above me, eyes dark and intense. For a long moment he simply stared.
"You look magnificent," he murmured, voice low and reverent.
A slow smile curved my lips. I pressed my thigh firmly against him, biting my lower lip as heat bloomed between us. He caught both my wrists in his right hand, pinning them gently above my head. His left hand slid down, cupping one breast, thumb brushing over my nipple until it hardened under his touch. A soft moan escaped me. I squeezed my thigh harder against his growing arousal.
Then his mouth replaced his hand-warm, wet, deliberate. He sucked gently, teasing the sensitive peak with slow circles of his tongue while his fingers continued their tender exploration. He released my wrists, and my hands immediately found his hair, threading through the strands as waves of pleasure rolled through me.
This was the first time in years I'd felt truly alive-like color flooding back into a world that had gone gray.
"Teddy..." I whispered, voice trembling.
His hand drifted lower, fingers finding my clit with exquisite gentleness. He rubbed slow, deliberate circles, watching every flicker of reaction on my face.
"I'm going to make you feel so good," he promised, voice rough with want. "Completely satisfied."
He guided me up until I was straddling his lap. His eyes never left mine as he positioned himself, sliding the thick length of his cock slowly along my inner thighs, teasing without entering. The heat of him, the deliberate drag of skin on skin, made my breath hitch.
This time we moved differently-slowly, deliberately. Our gazes locked, unblinking. Something electric sparked between us, bright and undeniable. We rocked together in a gentle, glorious rhythm, bodies speaking what words never could.
It felt like a dream I'd stopped daring to have.
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Then he rejected their fated mate bond moments after claiming her body.
Before she could even breathe through the soul-crushing agony, the news was already celebrating his engagement to her vindictive stepsister, Selina. The headlines gushed about their "perfect pureblooded union."
Her mother's call came like a final blow: "Elara, you're twenty-three now. It's time you contributed to the family."
Marry the worthless second son of a prominent Alpha family or lose her father's empire forever. They had her trapped, ready to steal her birthright and leave her powerless.
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Elara went to the arranged meeting at the city's most exclusive club, determined to turn her mother's matchmaking scheme to her advantage. She would agree to marriage-but on her own terms.
When she found who she believed was Damian Sterling in the private suite, she cut straight to business: a contract marriage with clear boundaries, separate lives, and a guaranteed escape route.
What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected.
He was Dominic Wolfe-the Alpha King who'd been relentlessly hunting her for years.
And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely.
9.7
I was seven years into a perfect relationship, engaged to the man who helped me overcome my fear of commitment. I was even secretly pregnant with our first child.
A pet-sitting gig led me straight into the heart of his betrayal-a luxury apartment he shared with his mistress of a year. She had hired me personally to discover it all.
She then framed me for stealing the family ring he had promised me. At the police station, my fiancé rushed in not to defend me, but to shield her.
When I confronted him, he shoved me. Hard.
I hit the floor and lost our baby.
In the hospital, he had the audacity to beg for forgiveness, promising we could just "try again."
I saw the guilt in his eyes and used it. I made him sign over every asset we owned as penance. The moment the money was mine, I vanished. He thought he was buying my forgiveness.
He was funding my revenge.
8.1
On my wedding day, the wedding planner looked at me with pity in her eyes.
She told me the groom had called with a last-minute request. He wanted the name on the floral arch changed from "Elena" to "Sofia."
Five years of loyalty to Dante Romero, and I found out he was planning a "secret" ceremony with his mistress an hour before ours.
He claimed she was dying of cancer. He said it was her final wish to be a bride, and that as a good mafia wife, I should understand. He swore it was just charity.
But I had seen the texts where he called me "furniture."
I had watched him step over my body when I fell down the stairs at a club, just so he could leave with her.
And this morning, I watched Sofia walk into the hotel lobby wearing *my* custom French lace wedding dress, smirking as she clung to his arm.
Dante thinks I'm crying in the bridal suite.
He thinks I will sit in the front row of his "fake" wedding and wait for my turn like a dutiful puppet.
He is wrong.
I wiped my tears and picked up my phone. I didn't cancel the wedding date. I just changed the location to the ballroom next door.
And I changed the groom.
As Dante says his vows to his mistress, I am walking down the aisle to meet the only man the Romero family fears.
The Reaper.
7.5
Daisy spent her birthday cooking a perfect dinner, waiting in their massive penthouse for her billionaire husband, Emmett.
Instead of coming home, a breaking news alert flashed on her screen: Emmett was at the hospital, protectively shielding his old flame, Eryn. When Daisy rushed to the VIP ward, Emmett physically blocked her to comfort a crying Eryn, completely forgetting it was his wife's birthday.
Heartbroken, Daisy demanded a divorce and fled. In response, Emmett ruthlessly froze all her bank accounts and trust funds, leaving her penniless in the freezing Manhattan rain. When she cornered him with divorce papers at a public funeral, a heavy metal cart slammed into her, tearing her calf wide open. Bleeding onto the marble floor, she begged him to sign. Instead, Emmett violently ripped the bloody papers to shreds.
"Unless I am dead, you are my wife," he snarled, locking her inside a room.
Daisy risked her life to escape through a window, dragging her bleeding leg to a dingy motel. But the real nightmare began when Eryn called. The tragic car crash that killed Daisy's adoptive parents ten years ago wasn't an accident—the brake lines were cut. And Emmett, the man she loved, had been using his vast corporate empire to protect the murderers all along.
Why did Emmett bury the police report? What was the deadly secret behind her true identity and the antique "Venus" necklace? Staring at her blood-stained hands in the cracked mirror, the terrified wife died. Daisy grabbed her coat and limped out into the dark, heading straight for the Navy Yard to burn his empire to the ground.
9.6
For five years, Elyse loved Trevor with everything she had, yet it meant nothing when his former lover returned-pregnant.
Reduced to the city's joke, Elyse chose dignity and handed him divorce papers, walking away with nothing.
But when both women fell into the water, he didn't hesitate-he saved the other.
"I'm sorry... she's pregnant," he said, shattering what remained of her love.
She disappeared without a trace. Three years later, she returned as a world-renowned actress, radiant and untouchable.
When Trevor knelt before her, begging, "Don't leave me..." She only watched, her heart long turned cold.
He pleaded, "Please give me another chance, okay?"
9.0
Angelena was the proud heiress of the wealthy Beasley family, until a single drink shattered her life.
Drugged by her jealous cousin and best friend, she stumbled into the wrong hotel suite and lost her innocence to a terrifying, authoritative stranger.
The next morning, reporters burst through the door, their camera flashes blinding her.
"Look at this mess! You were so desperate for money you'd sleep with some old man?"
Her cousin orchestrated the entire scandal to steal her inheritance. Her grandmother publicly disowned her, stripped her of her trust fund, and banished her from New York in absolute disgrace.
Seven months later, bleeding out in a freezing off-the-grid cabin, Angelena gave birth to quadruplets.
But as she slipped into unconsciousness, a corrupt black-market midwife stole her two newborn sons and sold them into the blizzard, leaving Angelena with only her twin daughters.
She clutched the single platinum cufflink the stranger had left behind, her heart shattered. She couldn't understand why her own blood relatives would destroy her so viciously, or who the monster was that took her innocence.
But the agonizing betrayal ignited a white-hot, burning vow for revenge.
Five years later, she returned to the city not as a broken outcast, but as a legendary underground doctor and a ruthless biotech CEO.
And the very first billionaire she clashed with was Fabian Richmond, a paranoid tyrant who unknowingly possessed her stolen sons—and the exact same platinum crest.