Victor
I continued thrusting, driven by an insatiable desire. Her moans echoed loudly, and her inner thighs were soaked, yet it wasn't enough. It had never been enough, especially since that fateful wedding night. The memory of it intensified my movements. She kept screaming my name, and as I reached my climax, thoughts of the woman from my wedding night flooded my mind, arousing me even more. The mere recollection of her sent shivers down my spine.“That was your best yet, Victor," the woman on my office sofa complimented. She had been a recurring presence, introduced by my friends who believed I needed distraction from the woman who had left an indelible mark on my wedding night. Yet, she was more than just a distraction; she unearthed emotions I never thought I possessed. Despite my inebriation that night, the memories lingered, haunting my thoughts.“You think?” I responded to her.“You still think of her, don't you?” Her question caught me off guard. She laughed, saying, “I might be who I am, but first, I am a woman, and I know when a man has feelings for another.”“I don't have feelings for her,'' I retorted sharply. It resulted in more laughter from her.“If you hadn't, you wouldn't have said that," she replied, pecking my cheek before leaving my office.A part of me acknowledged the truth in her words, while another seethed with rage. Someone with my personality had never been played this way—none that I knew of.The events following the morning after the wedding unfolded in my mind—the night Stephanie's sister remained silent. I realized I never knew her name after mistaking her for my bride. It was mentioned that day, but it slipped from my memory, haunting me ever since.Was it Becky, right? I pondered the question. Did I harbor feelings for a girl I slept with once, the one placed on my wedding bed instead of her sister, whom I officially married? Feelings were unfamiliar territory for me; I'd never experienced them before. Yet, three years had passed, and these emotions persisted.Determined to confront this uncharted emotional landscape, I discreetly inquired about her and discovered her name was Maddie. "Maddie," I whispered to myself, imagining how it would feel to utter her name with our bodies pressed against each other. Taking a deep breath, I decided to reach out to her, consequences be damned.But, oh, the consequences. My family was far from pleased with the unfolding events, especially my mother, who had persistently urged me to settle down and provide her with grandchildren, particularly since my sisters were still unmarried.Although I now knew her name, finding Maddie proved to be an elusive task. It was as if she had vanished from the face of the earth. Frustration and determination fueled my quest to locate her. However, despite having a crucial clue—her name—she seemed to have disappeared completely. Every attempt to find her left me feeling empty and uneasy.As another busy day unfolded at the company, I struggled to concentrate on my work, my mind consumed by the mystery of her disappearance. How could someone simply vanish? My inquiries revealed she left the city two months after our encounter and hadn't been seen since. Perhaps she felt shame for what transpired between us, but I found no solace in that explanation.I remained lost in thought when my secretary entered the office."Not to disturb you, sir, but there's someone here to see you," she informed me."I made it clear; I didn't want to be disturbed," I curtly replied."Yes, sir, but the visitor said you would want to see her."I raised an eyebrow in surprise. Who could it be? I hadn't invited anyone today."The name?" I inquired. Peering into her tablet, she responded, "Stephanie Thompson."That woman. Over the years, I discovered she wasn't the decent person I once believed her to be. She was no better than the women my friends arranged for me. She was the one who orchestrated her sister taking her place on my wedding night."Let her in," I instructed my secretary. I hadn't confronted her since that day. What gave her the audacity to come and meet me after all this time? I wondered as I waited for her to enter.Stephanie walked into my office, adding a flirtatious touch to her movements. Leaning on my desk, she offered a suggestive smile."What's up, Stephanie?" I asked, noting her bold approach.She traced a finger on the desk, her tone subtly seductive. "Victor, I've been thinking about how things went down between us." The once flirtatious glance morphed into an expression of sadness, almost seeking pity."And what? It took you three years to seek amends," I said, trying to keep my temper in check."I would have been here a long time ago, but you wouldn't see me," she explained. Yeah, I recalled instructing my employees, especially my security, not to allow anyone from her family close to me or into any of my properties."I want to prove myself to you, try and regain your trust, and if possible, be your wife again," she said, almost pleading.My wife! The audacity. How could she even entertain the thought after all that happened, after the deceit? As I delved deeper into the revelations about her and her sister, understanding the twisted reasons behind Maddie taking her place during our wedding night, the absurdity of her plea became even more apparent.This is an opportunity, though. At this point, she'd seemingly agree to anything, all in the desperate hope of reclaiming the title of my wife. A title she lost the moment Maddie stepped into her shoes, a moment that forever tainted our connection.Handing her a file, I maintained a stern demeanor. "Business issue. A rival company wants a client. Your job: get close, and gather information. Once that's done, we can talk about... other things."The contents of the file weren't significant, merely a ruse to make her think she held importance, a calculated move to make her believe there was a chance for us. Little did she know what was in store for her. I intended to use her, to make her pay for the deception that had tainted my past.As I glanced at her, she must have noticed my gaze lingering on her. Leaning forward, she agreed confidently, "Sure, Victor. Excited to see what comes next."And as for Maddie, I won't rest until I find her. Thoughts of her linger, haunting my every moment; stopping this train of thoughts seems impossible.I will use Stephanie to locate her without her knowing," I thought to myself, a sly smirk playing on my lips.MaddieThe sun shone brightly as I got out of the airplane, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. It's been five years since I saw that tree staring back at me. The last time I saw it was the moment I looked back on my life years ago.I stepped into the limousine, and a wave of cold air from the AC gushed over me.As the limo drove through the familiar streets of New York, memories flooded back. I couldn't help but recall the challenges, pain, and heartache I endured during my time here. However, I was determined to focus on the positive changes in my life. My decision to pursue the scholarship and move to Italy had been a turning point, and now, returning after five years felt like a triumphant homecoming.“Where to, Ma?” My driver, Steven, asked.“The main workshop, please.” I replied to him.After leaving New York, it was hell. Upon arriving at the college, I was told that after a year I would have to live off campus. I worked two shifts every day after work, even after I ga
Maddie"Forgiveness?" . I thought to myself as I hurriedly left his office, fighting the tears from dropping my eyes. I wondered if it was possible and if healing was within reach.As I walked out of my father's office, the memories of everything he put me through flooded back.Maeve was waiting outside, concern all over her face."Well, that went better than expected," she said, trying to lighten up my mood."Let's not get ahead of ourselves," I replied. I was still processing everything that just happened."Now that we have settled on the venue issue, we need to make sure all other things are in order. If this show isn't a success, then there is no point in coming back to New York.""I got you, babe. You know that, but you need to take it slow too. You can't bottle up all your feelings." Maeve said, trying to get me to talk about what went down with my father."Watch me," I said to her with a stern face."Ma'am, is time?" I looked up to Steven talking, then looked at my wristwatch.
Victor"Hmm, hmm." Stephanie moaned loudly. Her ass was facing me as she laid on the table, with me thrusting inside of her."Faster, oh, you feel so good." She kept going on loudly. I spanked her as she came all over my dick.I wasn't close yet, even with her big ass and her moans. My mind flashbacks to my wedding night, and adrenaline pumped through my system."Stay put, I'm coming." I commanded as I pumped my seeds into the condom.Yeah, condom, I have been careful to use it ever since Stephanie and I started fucking. I have never been careful with anyone this way."That was amazing, Victor." She said this as she lay next to the bed beside the table."Hmmm," I replied to her nonchalantly."Come on, how much more do I need to prove myself?" She said, getting tears.My attitude toward her hasn't changed, nor has her ambition to be my wife again.Like that would ever happen."This is everything I got on Kingsley. With this, you can get the client from him." She said, handing me an env
Maddie"What the hell is he doing here?!". Surprise was written all over my face. Of all the places, I never expected him to be here at my fashion show."Madison..." Victor spoke, coming close to me."It's Maddie, just Maddie." I told him, but he just kept staring at me."I'm sorry, but it's been a long time. Last time I saw you, we were both in a weird situation."While he was speaking, a familiar figure came down the red carpet towards us."Maddie?" What are you doing here?"Stephanie asked with disdain in her voice."What am I doing here? Are those supposed to be the right questions?" I asked, laughing."I thought you left the city." She said"I did, and I'm back. What are you doing here?""I didn't know it was your show till I got here." She said that. I noticed her moving close to Victor, trying to hold his hands. But he smacked her hands down and moved closer to me."Don't come any further." Maeve, who has been watching the whole thing, stood between myself and Victor."It's oka
MaddieI woke up to the sun on my face and the non stop buzzing of my phone. I have a busy schedule today, and hearing the sound of my phone isn't helping.I stood up, did my daily routine, and headed for the kitchen to get myself a coffee drink. The house was silent, which means Aiden and Caleb had left for school.My heart ached at that; at least I saw them before they went to bed last night. But it isn't enough. I knew that.Taking a sip of my coffee, I went through my phone to see a lot of messages from Maeve, and they were not good."Where are you, girl?. You need to get here ASAP." Oversleeping wasn't my thing, except when I was truly tired. I drank all the coffee and hurriedly left for the office.I wore a short body hug singlet gown with a white shirt, a long light jacket, and sneakers. I complimented my looks with a black shade, and I felt good about myself.I arrived at the office to see a lot of cameras and reporters at my entrance."What the hell?" I almost shouted."Shoul
MaddieDriving Aiden and Caleb to the park, started to feel like the wrong thing to do. I kept wondering who would have taken those pictures of me and why. A reporter maybe but how did they know where to find because clearly they were waiting for me. "Watch it." I was about to bump into another lane and cause an accident. "Watch your six ma'am!.""Do you want to cause an accident?!" "You shouldn't be on the road if you can't drive!." I heard someone. So arrogant. So many questions on my driving skills. Ignoring the rude comment, I concentrated on driving through the traffic. The weird pictures were bothering me, making me wonder who took them and why. As we got to the park, I felt uneasy. I parked, looking around carefully, worried about the chance of being followed or watched."You guys okay?" I asked Caleb and AidenI saw them shake their heads but they were engrossed in the game they were playing.The park was like a little break from all the crazy stuff around me. Seeing Ai
VictorI looked at her as she got into her car and drove off. Memories of that night came rushing in, firing adrenaline into me."Are we done here?" I heard Stephanie behind me."Yeah, I am." I said, turning around."Along with whatever this is." I said, pointing."What!" She shouted, almost drawing attention to us."It looks like you want to ruin the attention you got tonight." I said, smirking at her."I have done everything you asked; the minute you see her, everything we have is just gone." I could hear the surprise and anxiety in her voice.You never told me you had feelings for my step sister!" She said it between her teeth."I never told you anything, and we never had anything." I said it nonchalantly.I got into the car and rolled down my window. I looked up to her and said,"You can find your own way home." Then I drove off."Everything we had, you call fucking, everything we had." I laughed so hard and watched her from the rear mirror until she was out of sight. Now, it is
VictorShe was about to protest when one of the kids cried out to her."Mama!" The one with the familiar blue eyes cried out. I can't place where I have seen them before. The eyes, I mean."Okay, let's go." Finally!, I motioned for my bodyguards to follow.I gave directions to one of my company's hospitals.We got to the hospital, and Madison rushed to get the attendees for her child."Do you need help?" I said, trying to help her."No, thank you. I got it from here.I nodded, watching her walk into the hospital with her kids."It's going to be alright, babies." I heard her trying to calm them down from the horrifying experience they just had.I paced around the hospital lobby for twenty minutes, watching people come and go and steal glances at me."Hey, thanks for your help, but I got it from here." I turned around to hear the voice that spoke."No, it's fine. I can wait.""Then you will be waiting for no one. I don't need your help, Mr. Reynolds, and I can take care of my kids mysel