Chapter 2

SJ remained calm until he got inside his car. He gripped the steering wheel tightly as he sped through the city, cursing the heavens for the predicament he has been entered in four years ago. His phone rang and he checked the screen on his dashboard to see his lover, Carmela Steinfeld calling.

“Are you coming over?” She purred at the other end of the line. “I got the tub ready.”

“I’m entering the driveway already,” he replied and ended the call. He got out of his car and tossed his keys to the valet and entered the luxurious lobby of K Park Palace, an eighty-eight story, residential building that his family had built. He went to his private elevator and press the button towards the penthouse, where he had house her for the past two years.

“Let’s get you out of those clothes to sooth those nerves,” Carmela greeted when he entered the penthouse. She quickly took off his jacket and placed them on the wardrobe closet and followed him towards the master’s bedroom and bath. “I had your whisky ready as well.”

SJ didn’t say a word but quickly pulled her to him and kissed her roughly, his hands roaming around her curvy body, tearing the flimsy robe she is wearing. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth and heard her moan is response, her body pressing onto him.

“You seemed to be in a hurry,” she teased breathlessly.

Indeed he was. He turned her towards the counter and stripped off her remaining garments, leaving her naked and pulled down his pants. Her eyes widened, looking through the mirror at his erection, before he had finally divested his boxer shorts. He grabbed her tied hair and twirled it around his hand as he thrust his fingers into her wet folds, making her moan at the sensation.

SJ entered her from behind roughly and started to thrust into her hardly. Carmela arched her body backward, her hands braced on the counter as she accepted his thrusting into her eagerly. She panted, looking at him through the mirror, her breasts going up and down in a fast pace.

“Oh, wow!” She gushed a few minutes later as SJ finally pulled out and grabbed his pants, looking for his phone. She walked towards one end of the counter and poured him some whisky. “That was so damned good, babe. The last time we did that was the time you lost a bid to your rival eighteen months ago.”

SJ looked at her hardly as he took a drink from his glass.

“What did you say?” He countered.

“I’m sorry,” she quickly apologized as she wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her breasts against his chest. “It’s just been too long for me. You know how I always love that. Like being tortured by you, begging for more.”

He smirked down at her.

“Well, why don’t you do some begging to get some more?” He challenged.

Carmela smiled up at him widely while her one hand slowly went down to his groin area and wrapped his engorged manhood, pushing it back and forth.

“I definitely do know how to,” she flirted and went down on her knees. She took him into her mouth and started giving him a blow job, winking up at him.

SJ looked down at her smugly, watching her pleasuring him as he leaned on the lavatory counter and drinking his whisky. He opened his phone and called his secretary.

“Have all documents sent to the penthouse, Deb,” he instructed. “I’m not going back.”

He then ended the call and let out a pleasuring growl at her performance.

“You never disappoint me,” he drawled as he tilted her face up with his manhood fully in her mouth. He laughed. “Why don’t we finish this off at the bedroom?”

The bath has been forgotten as SJ dragged Carmela towards the bedroom and threw her onto the king size bed, spreading her legs wide open and thrusting into her back and forth, her screams filling the room. He had forgotten the argument with his parents. He even forgotten scolding his butler over the wrecked car as well as the amount of the Lamborghini he purchased.

Only one thing he could not forget in his mind as he turned Carmela over and took her from behind.

SJ could still remember the pair of dark blue eyes that looked up at him innocently four years ago when he said, ‘I Do.’ Apparently, that was a big lie.