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Clarabelle's POV
After I say that it goes quiet. I hadn't noticed the emotion in my voice when I spoke. I look at Darren and see his eyes filled with an emotion I can only identify as incredulousness. He really has the audacity to think I have some great motive for wanting a divorce. I can't stand it anymore.
"Darren, could you please not look at me like that? I have absolutely nothing to gain from divorcing you. I just want to find peace. I just want to be able to wake up in the morning and not feel like a fool. Is that so hard to believe? That I, after so long, would finally grow tired of you and everything you do in spite of me?" I blurt out on the verge of tears.
What is wrong with me? Why am I so emotional right now?
"Don't cry Clare. It's because Dare's an idiot. I'm on your side, okay?" Lucile says while holding my hands, shooting Darren an admonishing glare.
"Yeah, don't cry over this dumbass, Clara. Hey, once you guys are divorced let me know. I want to be first in line to take you out." Sandre says cheekily with a toothy smile and a wink.
"Ok, that's enough. Out. Both of you." Darren lets out resentfully and rushes Sandre out of the house.
"I know I have no right to say anything about this, but I really think the two of you should talk this out." Lucile stands up pulling me with her and gives me a warm hug before turning to leave.
"Call me, ok? Let's meet up soon!" Lucile gets out before Darren pushes her out the door and locks it.
He starts walking over to me and I turn to leave.
"Where are you going? Let's talk, Clara." He says softly and grabs hold of my arm. I let out a sigh and sat back down. My emotions are all over the place right now, I hope I can keep my cool during this conversation.
"Talk about what, Darren? Did you sign the papers?" I ask calmly.
He sits down next to me and holds me in his arms.
"Please, Clara, talk to me. You can't leave me. You've been here for so long, why leave now? Do you want to see other people? I-" I know what this is. He's done this so many times I've lost count. I can't even remember how many times I fell for it. Including the day that most likely got me pregnant.
"Darren. Just don't." My voice shakes a little and my eyes sting again. It has to be the hormones.
"Why, Clara? I thought you loved me." He says holding my head with his forehead touching mine. I take a breath and steady myself. This isn't about me. He won't change even if I told him I was pregnant. I know him. He'd love them, sure, but he'd still sleep around and forget things like our birthdays. How many anniversaries have I been alone? How many of my birthdays has he forgotten? His mother's and father's birthdays? His brother's-. I steel myself and push him away.
"You know very well I do. That's exactly why I resent you. It doesn't matter what I do or say you'll never love me the same. It's not about sex or extravagant gifts, Darren. You give me enough, I just feel empty now." I say looking up into his eyes and for once I realize he just needed me to fill the role. Who better than the lovesick beauty- and- brains from a good family. I scoff internally when the realization hits.
"So, if you have even the slightest respect for me, and all I've been these last 7 and a half years, please, let me go." I feel a sense of loss as the words escape my lips and I struggle to keep in a sob.
"Please." I plead looking straight into his cerulean eyes. I'm probably a crying mess right now, but whatever. Maybe I'll get him on pity points.
"Darren, please." I practically beg and hug him. Just one last time. This'll be the last time. He won't care anyways. For some reason the thought of this being the last time I hold this man rushes to a part of my body I never knew existed and I start sobbing even harder and hold Darren tighter. Will I ever love anyone as much as I love him? Will I stop loving him when I'm gone? I can't think like this. I feel Darren holding me just as tight and then with a passing breath he whispers, "Fine. I'll sign the fucking papers. Please, stop crying Clare. I'm sorry." He strokes my head soothingly and I guess all my emotions and the time tired me out, because I fell asleep in his arms.
Why couldn't he just love and respect me? Why does he treat me like this just to turn around and cheat? Why does he always say he'll never love me the way I want him to? Why?
Darren POV
After Clara falls asleep I carry her to our room. I haven't slept in this room very often, but I always come back to shower and get dressed in the morning. Clara always made sure to pick out my clothes and always kept my things clean and organized.
Is this really my fault? Have I really exhausted all of my amnesty with her? No, there has to be something she isn't telling me. I can feel it. I get up from where I was sitting next to Clara and take my phone out of my jacket pocket.
I send a text to Carter to bring the divorce agreement before Clara leaves in the morning.
I feel like a complete dick. She was such a cheerful and bright girl when I met her. I can't deny that I saw the joy draining from her bright green eyes over the years. She really did hold on longer than I thought she would. Damn it. My mother is going to let me have it when we tell her about the divorce. Dad too. Everyone in our lives loves her. I know life'll be hell without her. She isn't wrong though. It's not like I really did sleep with every girl on the tabloids. Some of those were power moves on the other part to gain status. But, I really have been cheating on her. Maybe I shouldn't have let her find out. I think that's when everything started going downhill.
Four years ago~ June 5, 20XX
It was our first wedding anniversary. Clara had worn a pretty yellow sundress and white pumps I had gifted her. She looks good in nearly anything because of her long, slim body. I've never seen her in baggy street clothes and I don't think she'll ever let that happen anyway. She'd been planning this dinner for weeks and my parents even came to town to congratulate us. I was standing next to Clara talking to my mother when I felt my phone vibrate from a text.
Natalie: Hey👄 we still meeting up later?
I read the message and smirked. I excuse myself from the conversation and walk away to reply.
Me: Of course. Meet me at the hotel room at 8.
I send her the location and switch off my phone. I make my way back to Clara and my mom and I almost feel a twinge of guilt. Clara has always been beautiful. She's smart and completely smitten with me. Any guy would feel lucky to have her even look their way. But, she's mine. It doesn't matter who tries, she'll always be mine. She looks at me with those pretty bright green eyes and beams a smile worthy of heaven. I walk to her side and put my hand on her back, feeling comfortable. Shame, if only I loved her. I kiss her and reinsert myself into the conversation.
"Was it something important?" She whispers into my ear sweetly. I can feel my dick hardening and I kiss her again.
"No, not really. Just something I had to straighten out." I whisper into her ear and I see her eyes widen as she starts to blush. I had gotten hold of her hand and moved it towards my crotch.
"Should we get out of here?" I whispered into her ear sultrily.
"Ok." She answered shyly and I started pulling her away.
"Bye, mother. We'll see you tomorrow morning, we're heading off." She quickly gets out before we get to the door and enter the hotel.
"I'm expecting a grandchild soon, you two!" I hear my mom yell at us and I chuckle.
I rush us all the way to the elevator and once the doors ding open I pull us in and press the number to our suite, swiping the card in my hand. I kiss her roughly and we grind against each other feeling the need build up.
"Wait, Darren." She lets out between breaths.
"What's wrong?" I ask letting my tongue into her mouth to explore. She lets out a soft moan and melts further into my touch.
"What if someone gets on?" She whines and grinds onto my leg as I continue to provoke her with my hands and tongue.
"Shh. Let them see. That way it'll be clear they shouldn't disturb us." I growl out and trail my mouth down her neck.
Our elevator stopped at our suite and I unlatched the gate still holding Clara in one hand. As soon as it opened I renewed my assault on her pretty, pouty lips that had turned swollen and pink from earlier.
"God, you taste so sweet." I whisper as I trail her neck with kisses. I untied the bow holding her dress together, letting my hand barely touch her. She shivered from the sensation of my warm hand nearly touching her cold skin. The room was cold from the AC being left on since it was so hot outside this time of year in California. I kissed the skin that started to show itself as her dress slipped down. I got on my knees and gently kissed her stomach down to her panty line. I licked over the fabric and let my breath send shivers down her body as she grew needy and impatient.
"Darren." She moaned out, her hands coming up to tangle in my hair.
"Yes?" I asked continuing to tease her with gentle kisses and caresses.
"Please." She gasped out as I pressed my tongue to her aching clit.
"Please, what. What do you want me to do?" I asked, looking up at her with two fingers lingering on the hemline of her pretty lace panty.
"Please, make me feel good, Darren." She gasped again as I yanked her panties off and forced her legs further apart.
"Hold still and hold on if you need to." I said barely above a whisper as I started lapping up the juices from her core and stroking her clit.
"Darren-" She slapped a hand over her mouth as she moaned my name.
"Let me hear you say my name." I stopped and she whined, tightening her fingers in my hair.
"Darren, why'd you stop?" She whined. I stood up with a smirk and carried her to the bed.
"If you let me hear you I won't stop." I said as I lay her down and kissed her lips, letting her taste herself.
I saw a fire light in her eyes and she spread her legs and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. As she brought up her hips to grind against my obvious boner she sultrily whispered into my ear, "Fuck me, Darren. Please." She kissed me this time and a piece of my sanity slipped from me as her eyes burned into mine. Please, she's crazy about me.
"Well, if you ask so nicely." I backed up and took off my clothes. I got back on the bed and repositioned myself between her legs.
"Wait. What about the condom?" She asked hazily.
"We're married, my mom said she wants grandkids. Are you denying her the right?" I said playfully while nipping at her ear and neck.
She blushed and shook her head. "If it's ok with you, then ok." She remarked and caught my lips in a soft kiss.
I lifted her right leg over my shoulder and entered her warm and tight entrance. She shivered as I eased into her. I leaned down to kiss her to distract her from the sudden fullness.
"Hold onto me." I said as I got ready to pound into her tight hole. I pounded into her, slow and hard. I know she loves it when she can feel every inch of me going in and out of her. She started moaning as she felt the pleasure mount up. I went harder and harder, her gasps matching the pace.
"Right there. I'm so close." She moaned out with her eyes fluttering.
"Hold it." I demanded, quickening my pace. All that could be heard were the sounds of heavy breathing and skin colliding onto skin sharply. Her moans filled the space between us. She sounds so sweet. I wonder if she'd still sound as sweet if I broke her? I knew exactly how I'd break her. I changed our positions and flipped her onto her stomach. I held myself up and fucked her hard and fast until she orgasmed so hard she spasmed. It looked so delicious.
"You liked that?" I asked as I flipped her back around and lifted both her legs over my shoulder. I licked my teeth savoring the sight.
"Wait, Darren I jusss- ahhh." She moaned with a shudder as I grinded my cock in her slowly while teasing her sensitive clit.
"You're doing great, keep taking it." I rasped out as I felt my high building. She came again and orgasmed harder.
"It's so good. Mmm." She groaned in the sexiest voice. She grinded against me matching the rhythm.
"Just like that, precious. Fuck yourself." I offered her support and she rode me till she came a third time bringing me over the edge. I sucked her nipples as she rode out her high.
"Fuck." I groan out. I can't wait to break her apart and build her back up. I grinned as I kissed her.
Later that night I had left after showering with Clara, and making sure she was asleep. I grabbed my phone and made a call to Natalie, an actress I had met at an event a few weeks ago and found quite attractive, letting her know I would be there soon. I walked down the corridor of the 11th floor and found the room I had gotten for us. I used another key card to open the door and smirked when I thought about Clara seeing me tonight. I wonder how she'll react. I chuckled and finally walked into the room to see Natalie sitting on the large bed.
She stood up and her short dress rode up her thighs, barely leaving anything to the imagination. She walked towards me in slow steps with a sexy grin.
"Hey, you. I've missed you." She drawled out and wrapped her arms around my neck.
"Yeah? I'm glad then." I said as I slid my hands down her sides finding the hem of her dress.
"Hold it, I need to get ready first." She kissed me on the lips and laughed.
"Go ahead. I'll still be here when you get back." I reassured her and stepped back.
She winked and left the room, her dress swaying with her each step. I saw her phone on the bed where she had sat earlier and decided to continue my plans. I sent a message to Clara to come to this room and tossed her phone back on the bed. I walked over to the door to leave it unlocked so she could come in. Once I was done setting the stage I took off my shirt and sat on the bed to wait for Natalie.
"Ok. What do you think?" Natalie asked cheerily as she leaned against the door frame of the bathroom. She was standing there in black lingerie and matching black pumps. She had ruffled up her curls to make it look messy and sexy. It was a bit much but it didn't matter anyways seeing as I'd be undressing her soon enough anyways.
"You look like something I want under me." I said huskily while eyeing her with a hungry gaze. She bit her lip happily and made her way to me. She straddled me and looked down at me with fire in her blue eyes.
"Good, that's exactly where I want to be." She quipped back and kissed me passionately. I kissed back just as hungrily and excited myself with the thought that Clara would see this soon. I couldn't wait for her to see that I didn't need her, even for sex. I shifted our position and laid her down. I started removing her lingerie piece by piece and trailed my tongue down her body. I heard the door behind me creak and let out a smile. I spread Natalie's legs and took out my hard member positioning myself. I entered her and she let out a cry of pleasure and I looked to my side. There she was standing between the crack of the door, in utter disbelief. Her green eyes were wide in shock and grossed over with unshed tears.
"Oh, yes! Darren!" Natalie cried out and I heard a whimper from where Clara was standing. Natalie heard it too and she looked over at the door in surprise. Oh, this is hilarious. I stopped my thrusts and turned my head completely towards the door, looking Clara in the eye.
"Darren?" She asked, completely bewildered.
"Mrs. Sylvester! It's not-" Natalie began and pushed away from me. Oh, no you don't. I need to see her crumble. I grabbed Natalie's arm and held her in place.
"Clara, why are you here?" I asked, feigning ignorance.
"I got a message to come here. Why are you here?" She said in a quiet voice, still trying to process what was happening. Maybe I lost my mind, maybe I was high off the fact that I had so much control over her and her feelings. I just couldn't help myself.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I wanted you to see this." I told her and smirked when I saw tears streaming down her face.
"Why?" She whimpered.
"Clara, I think you've been confused lately. I don't love you. I can fuck anyone I want and go back to you because we're married. That's what you mean to me." I said sharply.
"If you've seen enough you should go. I'm not done having fun." With that I turned back to Natalie and she smiled at Clara then at me.
"Did you want to join, Mrs. Sylvester?" She bit out chidingly and started kissing me again.
The door was quickly shut and footsteps could be heard running away.
Present~
"Maybe, this is all your fault. Dumbass." Lucas bit out as I finished explaining what had happened that day. After Carter got to my house in the morning with the divorce agreement, I was in a strange mood and needed a drink. I called Lucas to join me to see if he'd give me any advice, but it's sounding like he even thinks I'm at fault.
"Ok, I admit. Doing that back then was childish. But, that doesn't change the fact that she might be hiding something." I declare resolutely.
"Fine, let's say she is hiding something. Why would that be the reason she decided to leave you?" He questions with a sigh.
"I don't know yet."