Chapter 83: Hands Of Grief

Zyrone was cursing under his breath when he reached his room. He had met Belle yet again! This time, face to face. Later that afternoon, he had caught a glimpse of her when he was with Grace. Grace was relating one funny story from their childhood and he didn’t contain his laugh. That’s when she saw Belle leaving his grandmother’s room.

And just like when she saw her earlier that day, it took every ounce of strength in his being not to grab her by the waist and kiss her luscious lips to his heart’s content.

“Dammit!” He hissed before he stripped off his clothes and went straight to the shower.

His getting a full hard-on just by thinking about his wife. And he knew he’d only make a bigger fool out of himself if he’d allow his body to give in to its need.

Belle lied to him. Bigtime.

What she did is unforgivable. I cannot trust her anymore, he said to himself as he continued to douse his body with the cool water from the shower, in the hopes to drown out his need.

When he received t