ADRIEN
Yes…right there… suck me good"
I moaned as I cummed right on that beautiful bitch face, she wasn't offended, instead she wanted more of me, of this and oh fuck, it has never felt this good
"Fuck me daddy"
She said as she pushed all the files away from the table, before balancing herself on the table and spreading her legs widely and oh fuck, I don't think I have never seen such a curvy woman in my life than her.
I didn't wanted to waste any more time, I could not keep still anymore any longer
I stood up, squeezed hard onto her full breasts for a bit, before placing my long cock into her wet dripping pussy, that immediately made her start moaning hard
"Ouuuu, yes!, yes!, don't fucking stop please!"
That was the incidence of last night with one of my fucking mistresses, but I still remembered perfectly, every single sexy shit, cause it was just too good
"Oh lord help me"
I brought myself back to reality, and ran a hand over my face as the hotel room door clicked shut behind me.
Another long day. Another fake smile. Another endless meeting. Another city I didn't care about.
And another phone call from Bella waiting on my screen like a responsibility I wasn't ready to carry.
I loved my wife once. Madly. With the kind of intensity a young man gives before life dulls him down. But over the years, things shifted. Slowed. Broke quietly.
We had gone from passion to routine, from routine to silence, and from silence to… whatever this distance was.
And now, there was someone else.
Someone I shouldn't be thinking about.
Someone I shouldn't be comparing Bella to.
Someone who made things complicated.
My phone buzzed again.
Bella.
I sighed and picked it up.
"I'll ask one more time who left the house by eight this morning?"
I didn't mean to sound harsh, but exhaustion sharpened every word.
On the other end, she let out a mocking laugh that used to be cute years ago. Now it just felt like a reminder that we didn't speak the same language anymore.
"Ouu, I'm so scared," she said in that tone she used whenever she felt helpless but refused to show it.
I rubbed my forehead. I didn't want to argue. Not tonight. Not after the day I'd had.
"Bella, just answer the question."
"Oh, now you want to talk calmly," she snapped. Her voice shook slightly, and I hated that I heard it. Hated that I knew it was because of me.
"I'm sorry,"
I muttered the most meaningless apology in the world at this point.
"Sorry about what? You yell at me, talk to me like an employee, disappear for weeks, and now you want to apologize? For what exactly?"
Her words cracked at the edges.
I closed my eyes.
"Bella," I tried again, softer this time. "I shouldn't have raised my voice. Just tell me what's going on at home."
Silence stretched for a beat too long.
"It's Jack,"
she whispered finally.
"Jack?" I sat up straighter. "Your nephew?"
"Yeah. Liliana asked if he could stay until he got enough money for his apartment."
"And you didn't think to tell me?"
My tone sharpened automatically, a reflex I'd developed somewhere between board meetings and broken communication.
"What can I say?" she shot back. "You're never home."
Her words landed deep.
And I hated that she was right.
I exhaled slowly.
"Bella… don't weaponize my job."
"I'm not. I'm just telling you the truth."
I leaned back on the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Fine. Tell me what you want from me."
She paused. I could practically hear her thinking, chewing on her bottom lip the way she did when she was afraid of asking for too much.
Then, softly:
"I want a loving home."
Those words hit harder than any argument we'd ever had.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked, even though deep down, I already knew.
"Adrien… When was the last time we went on a date?" she whispered. "When was the last time we had a night to ourselves? When was the last time you touched me and reminded me that I'm still your wife?"
Her voice cracked.
That sound used to break me.
Now it only reminded me how far we'd fallen.
"I've been working," I said quietly. "You know that."
"I know," she said. "I know, Adrien. But love needs time. And you haven't given me any."
I rubbed my chest, feeling a strange heaviness sit there.
"If you want me to stop crying," she added, "promise me you'll make time for us."
My throat tightened.
"I promise."
"No," she said firmly. "Not like that. Give me a date. A real one."
I stared at the wall.
I never fully unpacked the suitcase.
At the untouched dinner sent up hours ago.
At everything I'd built outside my marriage… and everything I'd let shrink inside it.
"I'll be done with this work tour in three weeks," I said finally. "I'll come home early next month. We'll spend the whole weekend together."
"The weekend?" she whispered. "Only the weekend?"
She was right again.
I could take more time.
I just… didn't want to.
But the guilt pushed the words out anyway.
"Fine," I sighed. "A whole week. Just us."
Her voice softened instantly. "Thank you, baby. I miss you."
I swallowed hard.
"I miss you too."
A lie?
Maybe.
Partially.
Emotionally complicated.
"You know…" she said, clearing her throat with a teasing tone she probably hoped would lighten the mood, "it's been a while since you…"
"Don't," I cut in gently. "Please."
She quieted. And the silence between us turned fragile again.
She changed the topic with forced brightness.
"The girls came visiting from the boarding school today and they want to talk to you, let me get them"
A few seconds later, the triplets' voices filled the call:
"Daddy!! Mommy!! Omg, it's been forever!"
I smiled despite myself. Their energy, their joy, their youth all washed over me like a reminder of what my life looked like before everything got twisted.
We talked, laughed, listened to their school drama, their tiny arguments, their growing-up stories. For a moment, I let myself feel the warmth of being a father. A husband. A man who built something real.
But underneath it…
A different truth simmered.
A truth with a name.
A truth waiting in another hotel room two floors below mine.
A truth I wasn't proud of, yet couldn't fully walk away from.
When the call ended and the screen went dark, the silence felt heavier.
The guilt settled in.
But the craving for escape settled deeper.
And I knew...
I knew exactly who I'd end up seeing before the night was over.