𝐀 𝐕𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓𝟗

"I swear on everything, Adam. If you dare to meddle in my personal affairs, I'll make sure you regret it like never before."

"Personal affair? Are you talking about going out with that monkey's ass face like guy? I thought you had some taste, but apparently, I was mistaken."

Lena let out a weary sigh next to me, and I ran a hand across my face in frustration. This was what they had been doing since they come here. I wasn't expecting this to happen while I was in the kitchen, admiring my wife's lucious tits.

Damn it, my body still burned with desire, I was hard as rock and I couldn't wait for these two to get the hell out of here.

"He was far better than you..you donkey face asshole." Isabella snarled.

Adam scoffed, "Re__"

"Just shut up both you." My queen roared and deadly silence fell upon on us.

"Explain." One word. One order.

Adam and Isabella exchanged one final, searing glare, each one seemingly trying to pierce the other's soul. The intensity of their gaze could have set the entire room ablaze. Then, they shifted their attention towards us. Ahh finally.

"I was in the middle of a date with a guy, and out of nowhere, this moron storms in," Isabella exclaimed, her frustration evident as she threw her hands up in exasperation. "And you know what he did, he forcefully fucking kissed me right in front of him! Can you believe it?! It was a complete violation!"

Lena let out a gasp of exasperation. Meanwhile, a mischievous smirk danced upon my lips as my gaze shifted towards Adam. Isabella ought to count herself lucky that it was Adam, who just kissed her.

Had Lena been in her place. I would have unleashed a wrath upon that man so severe that an agonizing, slow death would have been a mercy compared to what I would have done.

"Wait, so you actually went on a date without bothering to inform me?" Lena gasped audibly, causing me to resist the urge to facepalm myself.

The three of us-Adam, Isabella, and myself-turned our attention towards her with a blank face. Lena awkwardly smiled as composed herself before turning her attention towards Adam.

"Adam, could you kindly enlighten me as to the reasoning behind your actions?" Lena's voice laced with a mix of anger and disappointment as her question hung in the air.

"You tell me, Elle. How am I supposed to keep my composure when I have genuine feelings for her, yet she decides to go on a date with that punk?." Adam said, glancing at Isabella, who looked ready murdered him.

Adam was a master at keeping his anger in check, a skill I could never quite grasp. He possessed all the qualities that made a man desirable in a woman's eyes: good looks, irresistible charm, and a good sense of humour. However, underneath it all, there was a dark side to him that had the potential to be downright lethal.

"Genuine? My foot, your claims of being genuine are utterly laughable. A manwhore like you could never understand the true depths of heartfelt emotions," Isabella exclaimed, her accusatory finger aimed at him.

Adam had never been one to pursue shallow, fleeting connections with women. While commitment wasn't his forte, he always treated those he engaged with utmost kindness. However, my past behavior was vastly different, as I shamefully admit to carelessly discarding them like mere used tissue paper.

I let out yet another weary sigh. I could done something much interesting than sitting here like, eating my wife's sweet pussy. I imagined parting her creamy thighs and give a long lick to slit as she moa__"

"Back the hell off, Adam, unless you want to face the wrath that's headed your way. I'm not one of those foolish women who willingly opens her legs for an asshole like you. I'm warning you, Stay. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me."

I clenching my jaw, a man couldn't even imagine eating his wife's pretty pussy in peace.

"Why can't you just give me a goddamn chance? Why the hell do you always assume the fucking worst of me every damn time?" Adam asked in desperation. I almost felt bad for him and by this time Isabella was crying.

"Adam," Lena started, but her words were quickly silenced by Isabella. Who does she think she is, interrupting my girl?

"Elle, I shall take my leave." Isabella declared, getting up from her seat. Lena also stood up.

Perfect, now I can finally have some one-on-one time with my wife. Or cock in pussy time.

"Listen up Izzy! You're staying here tonight, and I absolutely don't want to hear any objections or complaints from you." Lena's words were firm as she spoke, leaving no room for argument.

I gritted my teeth in annoyance. Why she always had to be so fucking good. Here goes my plan of fucking her in every damn fucking position.

As Adam and I sat there, our gazes fixed upon the diminishing figure of our woman, a wave of unease washed over him. His temple twitched as he rubbed it, his body taut with unspoken worries. Sensing his growing tension, I instinctively moved next to him, leaving my spot behind. Placing a comforting hand on his back, I mimicked the soothing motion he often did to ease my troubles in times of despair.

"Man, I just don't get it. I'm doing everything I can to prove myself to her, to be the guy she deserves. But, damn, she's not even giving me a chance. Why can't she see that I'm busting my ass to become a better man for her," Adam whispered, his voice laced with frustration and a hint of vulnerability. It was the first time I had seen him so affected, particularly when it came to matters concerning a woman.

I kept giving him a gentle back rub. I totally sucked at comforting people, but Adam was different. I mean, he's my brother, my only bestfriend. I could tell he was going all out to impress Isabella. Sending her flowers, gifts, and chocolates every single morning. And get this, he'd even hang around her college just to catch a glimpse of her. Making damn sure nothing bothers her.

Honestly, neither of us were good at charming woman. We never actually had to try. Our good looks and cash did the trick.

But things are different now, Lena and Isabella, they were not just some gold-digger bitches. They've got their own self-respect and pride, and they don't care about looks or money like that. It's not what matters to them. And that was where things turned difficult for us.

"Let me tell you something. You're amazing, Adam. You're perfect just the way you are, and deep down, I think she knows it too. She might be playing games and acting like she doesn't see it, but I'm pretty sure there's something wrong with her. Don't give up hope. If you want her, go after her. Don't back down."

I couldn't help but chuckle as Adam burst into laughter, exclaiming, "Man, I can't believe you just said that!" Even I didn't.

"I know Elena's really having an impact on you, huh?" Adam casually inquired.

I glanced away, taking a deep breath. "And, I can't help but question whether it's the right or not." I lowered my voice as I continued, "Adam, she's incredible. She's kind, innocent, and so pure. It's like she's too good to be true, like an Angel. And then there's me, the complete opposite. If she ever finds out about my past or my intentions when I first met her, she'd run in the other direction, no doubt. I don't think I deserve her."

"Out of everyone, you're the one who truly deserves her. She's the only one who has the ability to mend you, Alaric. She's the only one who can heal your wounds, your broken soul. That woman is incredibly selfless, so talk to her, share and open up about your pain and trust me, she will take on your pain as if it were her own."

I decided to stay quiet, and Adam got the message, choosing to end the conversation. "Alright, I'm heading to bed now. I need my beauty sleep and energy. Got a she-devil to impress," he said, giving me a pat on the back before disappearing into his room. Adam had his own personal room in my penthouse since he practically lived here before I got married.

"Open up about your pain and trust me, she will take on your pain as if it were her own."

I shook my head and got up from my chair. I decided to take the elevator up to the rooftop. As I reached the top, I took out a cigarette and a lighter from my pocket. I lit up the cigarette and brought it close to my lips. Taking a long drag, I closed my eyes to savor the moment.

I whipped out my phone and fired off a message to Lena, telling her to meet me up on the rooftop.

As soon as we got to my bedroom, I wasted no time in asking Izzy, "What is going on, Izzy?" Izzy just walked straight to the bed and sat down, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows.

As she told me, "I don't want to talk right now," a tear slipped down her cheek, betraying her emotions. Without hesitation, I approached her and took a seat beside her, ready to lend an ear or offer a comforting presence, whatever she needed at that moment.

"It's okay," I reassured her gently, seeing the exhaustion etched on her face. "You should get some rest." Izzy nodded in understanding, seeking solace within the embrace of the soft, fluffy duvet. Taking a moment to ensure she was snug and comfortable, I tenderly tucked her in, making sure she was duly covered. With a sense of care, I ran my fingers through her hair, soothing her troubled mind as she drifted off into the realm of dreams.

I kept gently running my fingers through her hair until she drifted off into a peaceful slumber. Just then, my phone chimed, signifying a message from Alaric. Picking it up, I glanced at the screen briefly before placing it back on the nightstand. I turned off all the lights and walked out of room.

Reaching to the rooftop of the penthouse, I found myself in the presence of Alaric, whose sturdy figure stood at the center, mesmerized by the expansive night sky adorned with countless twinkling stars. Soft tendrils of smoke wafted gently above his head, forming a minuscule cloud, adding an air of mystery to the scene.

I approached him with cautious steps, immediately catching a whiff of tobacco mingling with his luxuriously rich fragrance. Standing beside him in a wordless solidarity, I took in his stoic expression and the lines etched across his forehead, unmistakable traces of the burdens weighing heavily upon him. I observed the rigidity of his posture, reflecting the tension that had claimed his entire being.

"Want to talk?" I asked softy, breaking the silence. Alaric stilled before crushing his used cigarette under his foot. He turned towards me and stepped closer. I craned my to look at his face.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

My heart beat increased and my stomach flutter. Warmth pooled in the pit of my stomach.

I realized how big he was. Compared to my small size, he was huge. My head only came to the middle of his wide, muscled chest. I felt fragile and small next to him.

Alaric's embrace encircled my waist, drawing me intimately nearer to his form. A contented sigh escaped my lips as the comforting heat of his body enveloped mine. Gently, he pressed his forehead against mine, each breath finding release through his slightly parted lips.

Softly, he murmured, answering my previous question, "I will, my Angel. Just not today." His breath, warm and gentle, delicately brushed against my face, stirring a sweet sensation.

Butterflies. Lot's of butterflies were doing disco in my stomach.

"I'll wait," I assured, willing to wait for as long as you want, Alaric.

With deliberate steps, Alaric walked me backward until the edge of the sofa pressed against the backs of my knees, compelling me to halt.

I raised my gaze to him as he tenderly pushed me, and I surrendered as I laid on my back. Alaric peered at me with a fervent intensity, as if captivated by the notion of consuming me entirely.

But, my heart shuttered as he lowered himself onto me, covering every inch of my being with his body. Though his weight crushed but it didn't matters, for as long as he was in my embrace, the world seemed to align perfectly.

Alaric buried his face in the curve of my neck, seeking solace, and I willingly offered my everything to him. My hands remained restrained, letting him take the comfort from me.

"Alaric," I whispered, staring at vast sky.

A gentle hum escaped his lips, filling the space between us with a tranquil melody. His silence spoke volumes, and I found solace in the absence of words. Alaric's proximity, devoid of any sexual desire, ignited a glimmer of hope within me, illuminating the path of our relationship for future.

This was the epitome of perfection, everything I had ever desired. Having the man who held my heart nestled securely in my embrace was an overwhelming realization. A single tear escaped the corner of my eye, a testament to the immense emotion surging within me.

I vowed in that moment, with every fiber of my being, that I would not let this slip away.

I refused to lose him...to lose us.

I love you, Alaric.

I love you so much.

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