THE PERFECT DECEPTION

Chapter 24

Jonathan King

That woman had my cock swollen until the morning came, and a cold shower soothed my burning dick. I care too much about her to subject her to my every desire and will. She longs to experience a profound sense of safety, enveloped in warmth and tenderness far beyond her physical being. She yearns to feel cherished and valued, discovering the depth of love that transcends mere appearance, nurturing her spirit and soul with compassion and understanding. However, she did make me promise her that I would satisfy her cravings of last night today, and I keep my word, baby.

I was grumpy today because I could not attend the turmeric ceremony. After all, three business meetings were postponed. That was practically begging to be attended today as if my business partners were as incompetent as they come. Then, some investors seemed so scared that they shivered in their boots, and my brothers urged me back to work after begging me to stop.

I find myself surrounded by colleagues whose incompetence often makes the concept of death feel like a welcome escape from the chaos swirling in my mind. Yet, beneath this cloak of frustration, I yearn for something gentler: a family with this woman. It's not just the dream I entertain countless times a day; it's a vision engraved in my heart. My desk is a silent testament to my life, adorned only by a picture of my mother. She recently called, her voice tinged with anticipation, inquiring about wedding bells as if the words "I love you" were merely a prelude to a more pressing conversation.

In those moments, I long to fill my workspace with vibrant memories— snapshots of laughter, milestones, and perhaps the faces of a child or two. An heir doesn't necessarily need to be a boy; a spirited girl who will one day outgrow her two messy pigtails yet rule with unwavering conviction possesses a potential just as rich as mine.

I crave a life transcending the hollow accumulation of cash, cars, and towering buildings that ultimately mean nothing without someone to share them with. No one to cradle in my arms, to shield from the heartaches that inevitably come, to nurture and guide into becoming their person. However, I am left to ponder whether Anupama even contemplates the notion of wedding bells and tears of joy. She appears to need more time to embrace life fully, to revel in her freedom before tethering herself to someone. This commitment might have felt like a distant dream long before she was ensnared in a web of disillusionment.

"Don't look so gloomy, dear brother," Levi teased, his irritatingly cheerful demeanour matching the playful glint in his eyes as he pressed a messy kiss to my cheek. I swatted him away, exasperated. "Don't you dare, Levi?" With a groan, I turned my attention to my phone, eager to check in on her through Rhys. The video displayed her standing in a breathtaking yellow saree that hugged her figure in luxurious silk, its shimmering fabric glistening under the warm orange light of the venue.

Her hair was elegantly styled in a delicate braid, adorned with slightly messy bubbles that complemented the delicate baby breaths cascading around each loop. She stood in the corner, flanked by Kai and Naomi, ensuring everything was perfect for her EX-HUSBAND's celebration. Anuj had vowed to leave her be, but every time Rhys shot a snarky video, I noticed him stealing glances at the backless blouse held together by striking gold chains—chains I planned to rip apart by tonight's festivities. I had no patience for Vanraj and his antiquated ways; he ought to strive for a better life and mindset. Yes, my wildcat was utterly irresistible, but he embodied everything I found repulsive about existence.

As I scanned the crowd for Kegan, hoping to glimpse his familiar face, I found only a sea of strangers. Rhys had already reported that Kegan was absent, and a knot of worry tightened in my stomach. What troubled me more? The fact that he wasn't there for me to keep an eye on her or that he was so far from the air she breathed? I had dispatched my men to track his pathetic movements around New York, and it seemed he was busy working with a construction crew where Barbie had recently burned his factory to the ground. "I am just a man in love," he claimed, as if that made any difference.