Loyalty and trust are the biggest factors in any marriage. Why do men love to betray the trust of their women?
Heather's sudden proposal to Alaric took him aback. He didn't imagine that his dream would come true this early. Ryan stepped out of the bedroom in a robe, followed by his mistress, Keziah.
Alaric strode to Heather and held her left hand. Taking off the ring from her finger, Alaric said, "This has no value anymore."
Heather hummed and took it from him before throwing it away. She peered at Alaric with her teary eyes. He took out the ring from his tiny finger and made Heather wear it.
"She is your sister-in-law, Alaric!" Ryan said as he stepped up.
"She no longer wants to be the loyal wife of you, Ryan, the cheater," Alaric taunted. He slid his hand inside his blazer and took out the divorce papers. "I have readied them already," Alaric said.
"Divorce papers?" Heather asked.
"Yes," Alaric replied.
Heather took the papers from him and took out the pen from his blazer's pocket. She looked at the table near the wall and signed the papers.
"Alaric, are you insane? Heather, don't do that," Ryan said in an annoying tone.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, Heather turned to face Ryan. "Sign them now! If you don't, I'll kill your mistress right away," Heather pronounced. She had always been a good and kind woman. However, the act her husband did was something no woman would ever want to witness. She would never forgive Ryan for betraying her for five years.
"Heather, let me explain once," Ryan went to her.
She hurled her hand at his cheek, thus slapping him hard. Alaric enjoyed the show. Seeing Heather's fierce side, Alaric felt happy.
Heather pushed the divorce papers into Ryan's chest. "Sign them and free me. If you won't, I'll make sure your mistress won't run alive here," she announced.
"Just sign on the papers, Darling," Keziah opened her mouth this time.
Ryan wasted no time and signed the papers, feeling powerless to halt the inevitable. Heather grabbed the documents from him and stormed out of the room.
Alaric quickly followed her outside. Heather was wailing loudly, and the entire corridor filled with her cries. Alaric suddenly stopped her by holding her arm and drawing her back. His arms were securely wrapped around her. Heather did not delay in holding his arm and cried her heart out. She was a fool to believe that Ryan actually had feelings for her. She gave him five years, but what did she get in the end?
Betrayal and hatred.
Alaric placed his large palm on her head, stroking it gently, giving her comfort.
After a while, Heather stopped crying. Alaric was quick to hand her the handkerchief and she wiped her eyes with it followed by her nose.
The throbbing pain inside her chest would not stop. She was broken and devastated. Alaric somehow took her to the 30th floor to a room which he booked in the elevator. He glanced at Heather, who looked pale.
Finally, reaching room 3010, Alaric made Heather sit on the chaise. He took the papers from her and said, "My lawyer is here. He will submit the papers in court tonight. Rest assured, you'll be granted the divorce in a day."
As he stood up and turned to leave, Heather held his hand, thus stopping him.
"Will you leave me too?" Heather inquired with watery eyes.
"You asked the wrong question, Heather," Alaric said.
"He never once kissed me, but with her..." Heather's words trailed off as she didn't want to speak about what she saw.
Alaric leaned down to her and claimed her lips out of the blue. He withdrew, keeping less than a centimeter gap between their lips. Heather moved her hands up, and she locked them behind Alaric's neck. She kissed him gently as tears escaped her eyes.
Alaric lost it, this was something he had imagined doing with Heather hundreds of times. He held the back of her head with his one hand and hungrily kissed her.
Heather never got the feeling of the first kiss. All she heard was that it would make her insides shudder. You will feel butterflies dancing in your stomach. Now, had she shared her first kiss with Alaric, Heather found herself floating in the air.
Alaric lifted Heather, leaving the divorce papers forgotten on the chaise. Their bodies molded together, his firm chest meeting her curves, his fingers tangled in her curls. With tender nibbles, he teased her lips before gently nipping at her bottom lip.
"Ahh...mmm..." Heather couldn't suppress a mixture of a low cry and a moan, feeling a rush of embarrassment at the sound escaping her lips. But any sense of self-consciousness vanished as Alaric's tongue traced the contours of her mouth, short-circuiting her thoughts with desire.
It was hard for Heather to breathe, but she didn't want him to stop.
As he delved deeper, plunging his tongue into Heather's mouth, he relished the taste of her, reminiscent of sweet strawberries, a flavor he had longed for.
Despite his inner turmoil and arousal, Alaric couldn't help but curse silently in his mind, 'F*ck'.
Heather's presence had ignited a potent desire within him from the moment he laid eyes on her, leaving him with an undeniable and inexplicable attraction.
Finally, realizing that they both needed oxygen, Alaric parted his mouth from hers, opening his eyes slowly. His gaze met hers.
"I'm your first kiss and I intend to be your last too," Alaric whispered, his thumb tracing her lips. He kissed both her cheeks of her before ducking his head to her neck, showering kisses on her neck.
"I'm not divorced yet," Heather placed her hands on his firm chest, feeling its tautness.
"You are! You two have already signed the divorce. Ryan never consummated with you," Alaric growled against her neck, still peppering kisses there.
Heather's chest rose and fell with a feeling she had always yearned to experience. She was losing her mind and her ethics because of Alaric. This man was dangerously sinful.
"Your marriage has become void with that bastard long ago. Do you want to enter my world, Heather? I'll make you forget all the pain you've experienced so far. All you feel is love and pleasure." Alaric's whispered words sent shivers down Heather's spine, his enticing offer tempting her to leave behind the pain of her past.
With a gentle bite on her earlobe, he elicited a soft cry from her lips, her resistance crumbling in the face of his sweet torture.