<The past should only hold memories and not hold you captive>
|Kian|
Monday, August 2nd, 2021
JADESOLA WAS a sex addict.
After our reconciliation, thank fuck, we had decided to extend our stay in Paris for another week. During the day, the Eiffel tower, Louvre Museum and other tourist centers had been our go-to places. In the night, once we were behind closed doors, she'd proceeded to yank off all my clothes with frightening haste.
In the beginning, I'd been gentle but when I'd realized she was crazy about having any part of me inside her, I'd fucked her like a man possessed. Her stamina was tremendous, matching mine. And it hadn't taken long for me to purchase a truckload of condoms because I couldn't deal with pulling out every time.
Regardless, that was what I had craved for. What I still craved for. Having her writhing body beneath mine as I drove my hard cock into her tight pussy.
At the moment, my feet thudded on the treadmill in my bedroom gym. Manned with a few workout equipment, it was a spare room in my penthouse that I'd converted to a gym.
I ran on the machine quickly. Breathless pants escaped my lips, rivulets of sweat sluicing over my bare chest and back. As I worked my straining muscles to exertion, my mind strayed to my wife again.
Did I like her? Fuck yes. Even if she was black.
Did I love her? Maybe. My heart always pounded fast, a frantic tempo that occurred whenever she drew near. Those vows I'd uttered, a promise I pledged to stand by for the rest of my life. She was beautiful, smart and possessed all the fucking qualities I craved for in a woman. And the best part was, I'd been the first man inside her. I'd taken her virginity, inscribed my fucking self into her body until she could only think of me. Would only think of me and no one else.
The incessant ringtone of my phone invaded my thoughts. Fuck. Emitting a loud groan, I switched off the treadmill and padded to the bench positioned next to the large window.
I glanced at the caller ID. Jared. Swiping up, I placed the phone in the crook of my neck and bent to pick up a water bottle.
"Kian." His gruff tone reeked of urgency.
"Yes?" I popped the bottle open, tipping it to my lips and gulped down its cold content.
"Katharina is sick."
Wrenching the plastic container close, I paused, a silver of annoyance slowly buzzing through my veins. Was this why he'd called?
"How's that any of my business?" was my cold reply as I pinched the bridge of my nose in exasperation.
"She tested positive for HIV."
Shocked, my fingers unclenched and the water bottle fell to the floor with a loud thud.
"What the hell, Jared?!" I froze, my blood running cold. "When did she find out?"
He groaned, an angst that mirrored mine, instilled in his voice, "Yeah, I was shocked too and she said she just found out when she went to the hospital yesterday. She also requested I tell you to check yourself out."
"Fuck!" I cursed through gritted teeth. I wasn't unperturbed anymore. Concern and panic ran rife in me, my eyes flared wide in disbelief. Despite the fact it had been over a year since I had stopped sleeping with Rina, I wasn't certain I was negative. Even when we had sex during our marriage, I'd always done it with condoms on except that one night she'd drugged me.
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On His Terms
Romance"You can have me, Kian," I whispered, elation that my plan was coming into play, making my voice low. "Are you sure? Because you don't know, Jade. You," a deep groan escaped him, the rumble of his words vibrating against the arch of my throat, "don...
