"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."
"Did you agree to be my little slut for tonight?" "Yes" she whispered seductively as she traced the outline of his d*** through his trousers. Isla has learned to navigate life as a stripper, making ends meet in a world that rarely plays fair. But when Xander, her wealthiest client yet, enters her world, things take a dangerous turn. He promised more than just money-but when he flees without paying, Isla is left with more than just a broken contract. Can she confront the man who upended her life, or is she in for more than she bargained for?
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
My family was on the poverty line and had no way to support me in college. I had to work part-time every day just to make ends meet and afford to get into the university. That was when I met her—the pretty girl in my class that every boy dreamt of asking out. I was well aware she was out of my league. Nevertheless, I mustered all my courage and bravely told her that I had fallen for her. To my surprise, she agreed to be my girlfriend. With the sweetest smile I had ever seen, she told me that she wanted my first gift for her to be the latest and top-of-the-line iPhone. I worked like a dog and even did my classmates’ laundry to save up. My hard work eventually paid off after a month. I finally got to buy what she wanted. But as I was wrapping my gift, I saw her in the dressing room, making out with the captain of the basketball team. She then heartlessly made fun of my inadequacy and made a fool out of me. To make things worse, the guy whom she cheated on me with even punched me in the face. Desperation washed over me, but there was nothing I could do but lie on the floor as they trampled on my feelings. But then, my father called me out of the blue, and my life turned upside down. It turned out that I was a billionaire's son.
After a passionate night, Verena left some money and wanted to leave, but was held by her companion. "Isn't it your turn to make me happy?" Verena, always disguising herself as ugly, slept with her fiance's uncle, Darren, in order to escape her engagement with her unfaithful fiance. Darren had respect and admiration. Word of his romantic escapades circulated, some saying they saw him kissing a lady against a wall and others calling it gossip. Who could ever tame Darren's heart? Then, shockingly, Darren was caught bending down to help Verena with her shoes, all to score a kiss from her!
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Leanna's life had been full of hardships until her Uncle Nate, who wasn't related to her, offered her a home. She fell deeply in love with Nate, but as he was about to get married, he ruthlessly sent her abroad. In response, Leanna immersed herself in the study of andrology. When she came back, she was renowned for her work on solving problems like impotence, premature ejaculation, and infertility. One day, Nate trapped her in her bedroom. "Seeing various men every day, huh? Why don't you check me out and see if I have any problems?" Leanna laughed slyly and quickly unbuckled his belt. "Is that why you're engaged but not married? Having trouble in the bedroom?" "Wanna try it out for yourself?" "No thanks. I’m not interested in experimenting with you."
Ivy Rosalia Jones, a young and beautiful doctor working at a suburban hospital, is determined to marry a man she met through a blind date, even though he is paralyzed. Actually, the marriage was meant to be symbolic, with both of them intending not to interfere in each other's affairs after the wedding. However, Ivy never expected that she would end up marrying the most influential man in the world. Shawn Dyxon Tate, Ivy's husband, has no intention of letting his beautiful wife go. Once she entered his life, he made a decision to spoil her and gave her the world she never had.