His HOT wife

Bonus Chapter: Kiss (Loraine's POV)

Loraine's POV

As he deepens the kiss the more and more I got lost in it.

I was kissing him back as hard.

Shit

I don't want to acknowledge it,
or admit to myself that I am liking it, the feel of his mouth on mine...

But all be damned, my husband is a fucking good kisser.

My husband...

Yes, he might be one but as far as I'm concerned, only on papers, the legal terms of it.

Now I was backed up by the window, his hand on my waist and the other on my nape.

Now I'm hyper-aware of my hands and was surprised to find them not on my person but on Drey's chest and nape as well. And the feel of him is too real and too much...

We both know that he lost me the moment he stuck his dick into the wrong hole. Excuse the language.

And that struck me with a whole new stab in the chest.

Feeling betrayed all over again I tried to break off from the kiss, and I was struggling... but thankfully, a few more attempts and he seemed to have noticed,

Our lips parted, and I kind of miss him already but I have this heavy sense of disappointment as I remembered the time when he broke my heart.

It has never been the same since then, and I know I shouldn't be dwelling on everything that's happened in the past but who can blame me? It has not been even a year since it all happened.

All my feelings are valid,

Or so I tell myself just to get through every day without giving up.

I have a much bigger and better purpose in life than just wasting away my time mourning a life and a love that was too far-fetched.

Who am I kidding? Nothing in this world is perfect and flawless.

we just sat there for a moment,
Me looking into his eyes and his back.

I wonder what he sees,

We were out of breath,

"I-I'm sorry love, I got carried away... I didn't--I don’t kno--fuck" he said sounding so unsure of himself for the first time in his life. Damn, it will never fail to amuse me how I make a mess out of him sometimes...

I don't have much experience in dating men to tell if this was a result of him liking me too much or if it's just a manly reaction when overpowered by the feeling of attraction and lust that makes them act this way. Like a blabbering mess, but in a cute kind of way.

But I like it.

Whatever makes him fall for me even more, is fine.

I live and breathe for my sweet revenge.

I was reborn a bitch from a broken heart and will die one.

Nobody fucking judge me.

My fucking life, my fucking problem. So suck it up.

He covered my hands with his and squeezed lightly as they were still on his chest.

He looked troubled.

Fighting a fight in his head I don't know.

We all do.

"I'm sorry." I tried again. "Are you okay?" He asked as he looked into my eyes and I saw genuine concern in them.

"Yeah." I snatched my hands out from his and started fixing my hair just to keep my hands busy and to keep from fidgeting as I look anywhere but his face.

I can't bear to look at his annoyingly handsome face right now. Why does he have to be this fucking handsome? It would've been much more easier if he looked mediocre.

But NO, he has to look this fucking handsome and perfect just to be extra cruel.

I can't help but be aware of my warming cheeks.

And I just so happen to glance at him, and the fucking nerve he got to sit there with this musement on his face as he smiled that jaw-dropping smile of his.

"What?" I asked irritated.

"Nothing.," he said shrugging.

"You're so annoying," I said crossing my arms and settling on my seat as I looked away.

I am so ready to be out of this closed space with him and this heavy sexual tension between us.

"And a good kisser if I may add." He added.

True, but there is nowhere in hell I will ever admit that.

"Huh, you wish." I turned to face him. "I was the good kisser. Bet you couldn't get enough. I'm hot like that. Imagine having all this.." I gestured dramatically to my whole figure and leaned in a little closer jutting my bossoms a little outward. They may not be super big, but decent nonetheless.

"You'd be a total goner," I said as I flashed him the most disarming smile I could muster.

I either looked exactly that or a fucking lunatic. I don't know. And I couldn't tell with his face now turned away.

Annoyed I just ignored him and looked the other way.

"I think I've been long gone." I heard him say. I rolled my eyes.

Oh please, how long though? Fucking another woman when you have me happened not too long ago If my recollection is clear, which it is.

"Liar." I accused and tuned him completely out.

Enough with the bullshit. Now it all came back to me with vengeance... and being in my head with all the memories of us back in the days when were in love, or so I thought we were and the betrayal is too much... but I let it flow through my system.

I needed a reminder so I stay on course.

And stay on course I will.

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