His HOT wife

Chapter Thirty-Two: In your dreams Stranton

Loraine's POV

​The car ride home was a study in heavy, stifling silence. Outside, the lights blurred into streaks of neon, but inside the luxury sedan, the atmosphere was suffocating.

The after-party had been a triumph; the fashion world was buzzing with my name, and somehow, by some miracle, no one had dared to mention the "Angelica incident."

My brother Nathan hadn't breathed a word of it, and Stranton's parents had remained impeccably composed.

I was grateful that my own parents and brothers had missed the aftermath-the last thing I needed was more judgment raining down on a marriage that was already a shell.

​Stranton broke the silence, his voice low and ragged.

"Loraine. Please."

​I stared out the window, refusing to turn.

​"I know what I've done," he continued, his voice bordering on a plea. "I know how it looks. But look at me. Just look at me and see the effort I'm putting in. This isn't a performance anymore-it's genuine. I love you."

​I felt a sharp, bitter pang in my chest. He sounded sincere. But that sincerity was useless when it couldn't erase the memory burned into my mind: the image of him with her on our engagement night.

The betrayal wasn't just a mistake; it was a permanent stain on every "I love you" he uttered now.

​When we pulled up to the house, I didn't wait for him. I stepped out, my heels clicking sharply against the pavement, heading straight for the stairs.

I was halfway to my sanctuary when a hand clamped onto my arm, stopping me dead.

​He spun me around.

He smelled of expensive scotch-not enough to be drunk, but enough to dull the edge of his restraint.

His hands slid around my waist, his palms hot against the bare skin of my back, searing through the thin fabric of my dress.

He pulled me flush against him, and I didn't pull away. I stood there, a challenge written in my eyes, curious to see just how far this "new" Stranton would go.

​"What do you want, Stranton?" I whispered, my voice ice-cold.

​He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing.

The raw, desperate hunger in his eyes ignited something reckless in my chest.

I love watching him like this-this powerful, untouchable man, completely dismantled and reduced to a pleading boy at my mercy.

​I decided to play with him.

I reached down, guiding his right hand to the curve of my hip, pressing it firmly against my rear.

With my other hand, I took his and guided it to my breast, feeling the frantic thrum of his heartbeat as he hesitated, then gripped me.

I could feel his arousal pressing against my thigh through the sheer material of my dress-his control was hanging by a thread.

​"You want these?" I breathed, my lips inches from his, watching his pupils dilate with pure, unadulterated need.

​His voice was a gravelly groan.

"I want all of you."

​I offered him a cruel, saccharine smile.

"In your dreams, Stranton."

​I pulled away and turned to head toward my separate room, my pulse racing with the thrill of the game.

I had barely taken two steps when the world tilted.

With a grunt of pure, primal possessiveness, he scooped me up into his arms, bridal style.

​He didn't head toward my room.

He turned toward his.

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A/N: Hi everyone. How are you guys doing? I hope you are all doing well. Thank you for reading . I would very much appreciate it If you give this a vote and leave a comment! I would love to hear from you guys.

And one more thing I needed to mention, these last few updates I might have made a few big mistakes with our male lead's name. Forgive me. I have someone told me in the comments on the previous one about this mistake and I quickly took care of it, but If you guys see the Liam name it is actually our Drey Stranton I am referring to. So please If you see the parts where I was not able to edit to please tell me in the comments. Thank you and sorry for the confusion.

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