"You are playing with fire,” I warned her and pulled her, but she resisted. “Wifey….” I called her.

Closing the distance between us, she toy my bathed chest, “Call me Mrs Carter.” She whispered while her hands travelled to my south.

That's it.

Carrying her, I threw her on my bed and climbed on top of her. “Sleep well, Mrs Carter…” I called what she wanted and got off her. I still remember what I did to her on our first night. I was too drunk and angry at her. Mom asked her to be the egg donor and a surrogate, but her family took the chance to marry her off to me. I assumed her to be a wicked woman…. And,

did inhuman.

I don't have to rape her after our first night. Because the first time was enough to push me into guilt. Every time, she accuses me of rape… Marital rape. I was filled with more sorrow. Her condition is my deeds.

“Stay with me.” Holding my hand, she stopped me.

“Where is your daughter?” I didn't turn to see her. Her naked body on my bed… That's an invitation and the next morning, she will not remember anything.

“She's our daughter.” Mumbling, I heard her crawling towards me. “Her name is Cherish.” I feel her other hand on my hand now. “She's 4.” That warm other hand travelled to my shoulder. “And, she's sleeping in the guest room.” Her hand left my hand and now, it's on my waist, tracing over my towel.

“Why she's in the guest room?” Removing her hand off my waist, I tried to protect myself. If she successfully pulled me on the bed, then, I will make sure she doesn't dance ever… Her dance should be for me.

“Because….” Now, I sensed her breast pressing on my back. “Her room is not here.”

“You know, I can bring a castle here for her.” I tried to take her other hand from my shoulder.

“She doesn't need a castle.” Finally, she left my shoulder go. “She needs you.”

“Then can I see her?” I turned to look at her. Suddenly, I am finding her..... beautiful. Yes, she has swollen eyes… Maybe it's because of the lack of her glasses, but she looks perfect.

“Don't hurt her.” Her words remind me, how I got several chances to see my daughter… Countless opportunities to talk to her, but I couldn't. What if she doesn't like me? Will I be a good father?

“She doesn't deserve me,” I admitted that I am a failed father.

“Sometimes I feel like I am an evildoer. I knew things weren't pleasant and yet, I assumed that her presence will miraculously change things for the better.” Leaving me, she sat in bed. She's half right because the actual truth is, we both are equally responsible for this.

“Instead, we gave her something that she doesn't deserve.” I joined her. “How about we try to be a family?” I proposed. Mom doesn't like her… Because I am legally not married to her. I haven't submitted the papers, maybe this is the reason mom hates her because she's not family.

“We are family.” Nodding to her, she opened my towel and kneel on the floor. “I want to touch you.” She said, concentrating on my manhood.

“You are drunk…” I was so amused by her. She's being a temptress right now.

She ignored me and opened her, taking my most prized possession in her mouth. I couldn't help but groan. It feels like I dipped my toes in a warm bath, and it's “ahh”.

“What are you doing?” Stopping her, I said. But she didn't pull me out of her mouth. She blinked like no words of mine made sense to her. “You know, it's my invitation and I will not care if you are drunk. I will take you… While you are on your knees.” I warned her.

Ignoring me, she sucked me.

Fine. This is what her drunk self wants.

I didn't wait for her. She's immature. I can feel that. I have to teach her.

Getting up from bed, I stood up, giving her my exposure. “Suck,” I told her. She was listening, and that's when I feel the stars.

No, I can't wait.

I need her.

Pulling her, I tossed her to bed and climbed on top of her. She was shocked, and before she could recover, I took her left foot Over my shoulder and witness her vertical lips swallowing me.

I know she felt me entering as opened her mouth and gasped a little. As I slide in as far as I can go, I feel the tight, slick, warm sides of her vagina sliding along the penis shaft. I feel her pubic area pressing against mine.

As I started to move, I see her rolling her eyes… I have waited for this sight for all my life. Not even, Willa made me feel like this. I know, I shouldn't be comparing her and Willa, but this woman moaning is remarkable.

Thrusting deeper inside, I hear her grunting. And, when I feel her vagina gripping me again. She did something unexpectedly. She contracted the muscles of her vagina, and I can feel it gripping my cock tighter.

I need her, closer.

Climbing at the edge of the bed, I used my weight to go to the deepest point of her core. And…

“Me Carter….” I heard.

Looking up, I see Roy Miller.

Wait.

I looked around and realised I was fucking wet, dreaming about my wife. I remember what happened that night. I looked down and find myself hard. Only she can make me feel like this. We made our second child that night. Even though I had to leave for an early meeting, I spend the whole night, making her work for a release. Despite all these events, she still behaves like an inexperienced teenager who is shy of the topic of sex.

I like that shade of red on her cheeks.

“You haven't said anything since the morning. You are staring at the maps and designs. I did my best.” Roy Miller opened and exhibited other designs on my desk. How many designs does he own for my backyard land?

“I don't have a problem with the designs. The thing is… You will be clearing the area… Trees will be cut. And animals will move. The conclusion is the natural ecosystem will be gone.” He nodded as I said this. “The thing is…” I lean on a chair and looked at him. “My wife loves natures… Especially plants. Clearing the plants from the area will hurt her emotion.”

“But you want a garden there.....without clearing the area, a garden is impossible.” Roy looked at his map. “And, this is the land that has been brought to the backyard of this house.” He pointed at my house. He is not aware that my wife owns it.

I did a good job, hiding from the world about us being there.

Knock...

Knock.

“Mark Rogers is here…” My PA, Kevin, opened the door.

“I will be there.” Dismissing my new efficient PA, I looked down. Finally, I am calm. “Roy, I am paying you to finish the job. Do it. My wife will not appreciate it if something happens to the natural ecosystem… Get environmentalists… Students… Researchers… I don't care…” I was about to leave when Roy blocked my way.

“But your walls will definitely kill the NATURAL ECOSYSTEM.” He wasn't joking. With no emotion displaying on his face, he raised a serious concern. And, he is right.

“Then there will be no walls… I can manged with fencing.” Passing by him, I replied. I have to reach Mark Rogers. He is here with the file of Joe. And, today, right now, I will make sure he doesn't throw any tantrums for my work.

“That will be a security issue then,” Roy yelled, jogging after me.

“I told you what I want… It's not my job. I am not the one who knows about buildings. It's your job.” I patted his shoulder to encourage him, but it annoyed him.

Well, honestly, I don't care. I understand my demands are challenging for him because I need privacy, security, but without compromising my wife's desire. She loves nature… Especially plants. I have noticed, she's very interested in the symbolization of every plant.

“This is too much. I am not going to read this shits…” I groaned, after reading the first page. “I know that you know about my family history, so tell me… Who is this Joe….or Joseph?”

“He's your brother…” Mark shrugged off.

“My father admitted in one of my MAN TO MAN TALK about the importance of family planning when I started my sexual adventure… So, he opted for a vasectomy after my sister. Of course, now, I understand he preferred not to have any kids who are not from mom. And, she can't have a child.”

“I knew this will be hard.” Mark closed his eyes. “He and your sister share the same mother. He knows it.”

“Tell me about that woman.” Demanding, I feel my goosebumps. Dad never talks about her… It's like he promised himself that he would erase everything related to her. And, this is the reason he refused to tell me her name, which has the potential to ruin my parent's marriage.

“You know, investigation on her can cost….”

“Shut the fuck up.” I interrupted the man who is unofficially is the secret keeper. We know it. He knows it. Yet, he put the drama. “I know you have done enough investigation. I have never negation any payment with you… Neither I am planning to… I will pay you everything, tell me about her.”

He sighed. “I don't need money… I know how it feels when your family is fucked up.” Calmly, he pulled out his phone and then my phone chimed. He sent me a whole… Considerable file. “It has her data… Everything from her ancestral history to her upcoming potential future. And, I am telling you one thing, she wants your sister because she understands your sister is getting married to Sullivan… The biggest investors… And of course, your wife will divide the Carter empire into two parts. Your woman will never take your sister's inheritance. Everyone can see that your wife prefers privacy. And, giving up the money will help her.”

“Does Joe want money?” I asked. “I can give him anything… He shouldn't bother my sister.”

“He wants his sister. As far as I am aware… You are paying him well. He is into the stock market. He doesn't need your sister's fortune. Furthermore, he is doing good in life. He left his mother 3 years back, to join you… To meet his sister. He is waiting to be her chauffeur. That's it. But… One advice… Keep him close to your children. He has this… They are my niece and nephew mentality. I checked his history, he argued with your beloved son, Dean… For your daughter. He even brought a few gifts for your elder daughter and younger son, for their birthday…which you missed. And, those gifts were… Expensive.”

“Do you believe he's harmless?”

“He grew up in a broken home. His father left to join the missionary to help humanity. He rarely saw his father and had no siblings. His mother was out of hand while he was growing up. Numerous men, many, were alcoholics… Druggie… The only thing that saved him was the stable job that his mother somehow managed to keep. So yeah, he knows the family is important.”

“But he never shared this with me.”

“Because he seems satisfied with his role in your life.”

“How will….”

Raising his hands, he gestured me to stop. He pulled out his phone and read something before getting up and storming toward the door.

“Your wife and your dog… Trina Jacobson said she's missing.” Mark rushed.

“Where were your men then?” I snapped at him.

“You are an uncertain person. Last night, you ordered to lower the number of men and a few hours back, you want the double number. How I am supposed to arrange when all my men were assigned their jobs? They were in the field. I had to call them. It takes hours to drive to your haven.” Mark fired back.

“Trust me, if something happens to her, then I will pull back every investor from your firm. I will ruin you.” Warning him, I reached to my car.

“You talk a lot… Go, do something. No matter what I do, this is your family. Keeping them safe is not my responsibility.” Mark said, joining me in my car.

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