"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?
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
Elin spent twenty years deeply loving her husband, finally marrying him just as she'd always dreamed. But reality shattered her illusions—he wasn't the man she believed. Instead, he callously destroyed her family, crushing her heart beyond repair. At her lowest point, Ruben, equally betrayed that night, approached her steadily. "Marry me, Elin. I'll help you take revenge." Yet, after their wedding, she quickly discovered he was dangerously unpredictable. "I made a mistake. Let's divorce..." Ruben slid his arm possessively around her waist, whispering a chilling promise, "Only in death."
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."