His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

26 Let's Have Some Fun!

I watched Ron stand by Gina's bed and kiss her on the forehead, but the next minute he was mercilessly telling the paramedics to move Gina to a nursing home in the countryside. To prevent Gina from hurting herself when she woke up, he had her hands tied to the sides of the bed.

Gina was loaded into the ambulance in her sleep, and I watched it drive away. A part of my trouble was taken away for the time being, which made it easier for me to plan my revenge.

Well, now I'm looking forward to the party on the yacht tonight.

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At 5 P. M. , Ron drove me to the pier. A small ship was waiting for us at the dock. The ship took us out into the deep sea for about an hour, and the sky was already dark and the stars were as beautiful as sparkling diamonds.

An illuminated luxury yacht, about 150 metres long, lies on the ocean. Two bodyguards in black suits let us on the yacht after making sure we weren't carrying anything dangerous.

The bellboy in charge of reception took us to a special room for rest. Since I needed to change my dress for dinner, Ron asked me to stay in the guest room. He told me to change and meet him in the ballroom later.

Just as I was getting ready to change, the door bell rang. I opened the door and saw a tall man in a waiter's uniform standing outside pushing a small, food-delivery-like trolley. A white box with a bow was on it.

"I didn't order room service!" I said to the waiter with his head down. "You might have the wrong room!"

"I'm sure I didn't send it wrong, dear!" The man purposely lowered his voice. When he raised his head slightly, I saw Frade's handsome face appear under his hat.

"How dare you?" Frade glanced cunningly into the room before I could finish my sentence. I had to open the door to let him in so as not to be seen by a passing stranger.

"You can't come into my room. My husband is in this boat."

Frade didn't give me a chance to continue. He stood near the door and pressed me against the wall. Then his hot lips kissed mine.

He took off his hat with one hand and pinched my chin with the other. His kiss was warm and eager, his soft tongue probing and sucking in my mouth.

He made me weak and almost suffocated, then he put his hands around my waist and carried me to the bed. Then he pressed me under his body and pressed his erect d.ick between his legs against my lower abdomen. Looking into his hot eyes, I was worried that Ron would suddenly come in. So I hastened to remind him.

"Frade, not now!"

"Don't you think it's more exciting that way?" He whispered in my ear, his breath filling my eardrums. I felt itchy and hot, but I had to stop his behavior.

"Frade, stop! My husband will be back any minute!"

He finally stopped touching me, but the fire of desire did not stop burning in his eyes. Then he wheeled the cart in, opened the box and took out a purple dress with gold sequins on the chest and showed it to me.

"Here's the dress I picked out for you. Do you like it?"

I looked at his smug face and felt the urge to punch him. "Are you serious? You pretended to be a waiter just to bring me a dress, Frade! Please stop playing games like that."

"I just hope you'll wear it to the party." Frade shrugs, as if nothing had happened.

"If I promise you to wear this dress, will you leave now?" I asked grumpily.

Frade smirked. He put his arm around my waist and whispered in my ear, "I want to see you in the clothes I gave you. I want you to be mine!"

"You have to leave as soon as possible. I don't want my husband to see us together!" My tone changed to pleading. For a man like Frade, a threatening tone can only fuel his desire to win.

"Wear the dress I gave you!" Frade patted my ass and wheeled the cart out of the room.

I looked at the time and there was less than ten minutes before the party started, so I quickly put on the purple dress, and by the time I got dressed and got to the banquet hall, I saw Ron chatting enthusiastically with a woman in a low-cut dress and a fat man standing nearby.

I still remember the gold collar around the woman's neck, and I tried to keep my cool. When Ron noticed me coming, he stopped talking to the woman and took my hand to introduce the two people standing in front of him.

"This is my wife, Eva," Ron told me. "This lady is Sarah and her father, Paul! Paul is a representative of the Plutocrat Federation."

The fat man had a cigar in his mouth, and he reached out to me, and although he was smiling, his yellow eyes were staring at me like vultures, as if trying to see through me. Her daughter gave me a polite hug, but her face was cold and her words were always condescending.

I guess she didn't recognize me. After all, we were all wearing masks at the masquerade ball that night. Sarah stared at me for a moment, then asked, not mincing her words.

"Mrs. Moore, I wonder if we've met somewhere before?"

"But I don't remember you at all, I'm sorry!" I said.

"Where did you get that dress?" Sarah's eyes were glued to the sequins on my chest. "I thought it was couture. There's only one in this country. You're not wearing a knockoff, are you?"

"Is this your new dress?" Ron's curiosity was piqued, and I didn't know what to say.

Just then, Frade strode over. He stood between us, and purposely by my side. By now he had changed out of his waiter's uniform into a brand-new silver-gray suit.

"What interesting subject are you talking about?" Frade said deliberately to Sarah. "Why isn't your dog here today?"

"Shut up, Frade!" Sarah's face darkened. "Don't mention him again!"

"Well, gentlemen," said Sarah's father, "It's a big day when the heads of both families are here. Let's have some fun!"

"Good Idea!" Frade said. "I want to play Texas hold'em, Mr Moore. Why don't you join me?"

"I'd love to!" Ron said immediately.

"Do you have enough chips?" Frade glanced at Ron. "I'm afraid you'll lose everything!"

"We'll see," Ron said unhappily.

Frade sneered. He gave me a meaningful look. D.amn it, I knew he was up to something!