"You think I don't know what you're doing?" Phoebe's voice was low and venomous as she stood in front of him, her eyes burning with unspoken rage. Barrett's jaw tightened. "Phoebe, I-" "Don't lie to me. You never loved me. You were just another pawn in your family's game," she spat, her heart shattering all over again. After years of fighting for love and against betrayal, Phoebe Jones walked away from the wreckage of her broken marriage. Barret Wallace, the man who had turned their five-year relationship into dust to protect his inheritance, never thought he'd see her again. But fate had other plans. Now, as he settles into a new life, Barret discovers the unthinkable-his ex-wife is his next-door neighbor. The chemistry between them is undeniable, but so is the toxic past that threatens to destroy whatever's left of them.
Chapter 1
Phoebe's pov
Walking into the bedroom, I smile to see Barrett lying in bed reading, because after the long day I've had, I need him.
"Hey," he says with a smile as he puts his book on the nightstand. It's strange how he had returned from work so quickly.
I sat down beside him and sigh. "Rough day?" I asked. "Kind of." he said exhaling heavily
"I have an idea that might relax you," I said with a devious grin.
"You definitely have a few things that would relax me, Phoebe, but what did you have in mind?"
"Lie down," I whispered, removing the duvet cover from his body.
He remained silent as he complied, lying on the bed with his arms stretched out on the mattress, signaling a kind of surrender. I hope he finds the right mood; I wouldn't want to make things worse, but I believe it will turn out well.
I let my hands glide over his chest down to his belt, pulling on the leather and skillfully unbuckling it. I'm definitely excited about what's to come, and playing this role feels incredibly satisfying. My body craves my dear husband; it's been too long since we were intimate. He's been making excuses for the last two weeks, but today, he didn't refuse, even though I was the one dropping hints.
I slowly unzipped his pants, and my slender fingers slipped inside his boxers, wrapping around his hard cock. His eyebrows shot up, and a smile broke across his face. Wow! He's enjoying this.
"You like how that feels, right?" I asked, noticing the questionable look on his face.
"I know we're married, but I want you all to myself." I said with a casual shrug. Even though I'm not the best at this, I felt compelled to try, especially since I noticed he's been staying out late and avoiding me. Guess who's been indulging in adult videos? That would be me.
Guess who's been indulging in adult videos? That would be me.
I'm not comfortable thinking about the possibility of my husband being unfaithful. "If you want to pleasure me, Phoebe, I'm open to the idea because I've been wanting it." He mentioned it to me, but my desire was driven by my own cravings, inspired by those captivating styles I've seen in videos.
I anxiously licked my lips and moved down the bed until my mouth was just a few inches from him. I quickly extended my tongue to taste the precum, which was incredibly satisfying. I had been yearning for moments like this. With one hand, I held the base of his shaft and used my tongue to explore from the root to the tip, swirling it over the crown, sending waves of pleasure through him.
"You're amazing at this, Phoebe. Don't tell me you've been practicing or cheating on me. Who gave you those naughty tips?" he grunted. I chose to ignore his teasing question as I cupped his balls with my other hand.
"Barrett, can you just be quiet and stop with the questions?" I muttered under my breath, applying just enough pressure to his balls to make his eyes roll back. I could sense his thoughts; it was clear he believed I learned all these skills just to please him.
The truth is, I was watching those videos to keep him interested because I realized his family business took precedence over me. I even overheard his conversation with his father last week, where he chose his family over our relationship. Honestly, we haven't been intimate in over two months. He's been avoiding me, leaving only rough kisses and those warm morning pecks.
He groaned in pleasure, breathing heavily as if he were in control. I can't figure out how to hold onto my crumbling home; I need to preserve the joy I feel. Barrett was starting to drift away, and all I had that men desire was intimacy.
"You're going to make me finish soon," he growled. "This time, go harder. Take me deep, I want to release in your mouth; you're just incredible. I love you, Phoebe."
I glanced up at him, my long lashes fluttering as I tried to absorb his words. Please don't let those sweet sentiments be just because my mouth is on him. Oh my goodness! But he is my husband, and I just hope he doesn't say anything irritating while I'm enjoying every moment of this.
"I'm going to release myself in your throat, and you'll swallow it. You'll enjoy it, so don't worry."
I mumbled as I ran my tongue over his skin, gently tugging at his balls. I felt so drained that I quickly pulled away. His release hit my face, feeling like a punch to my throat-so unpleasant. I watched him get up and walk to the wardrobe, but I was too exhausted to keep my eyes on him.
"How was it?" I asked, trying to catch my breath.
"I'll give you a ten for it," he replied, and suddenly I felt something land on my thighs; he had thrown a file at me.
"I need a divorce," he said while adjusting his zipper.
"A divorce? After all that pleasure? You must be joking," I said, my heart racing with disbelief. I couldn't fathom it; he had to be out of his mind.
Sex was just a routine part of marriage, but he insisted on a divorce. "Sign the damn papers, Phoebe."
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Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .