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Smiling and a lot calmer than a few hours ago, I watch my mother feed Harry yogurt and fruit while she keeps tossing sushi into her mouth.

Since Arrow was born, my relationship with my mother has turned 180 degrees and we get along better than ever.

Whether it's because she realizes how disastrous things are going between mr and Sophia or I feel drawn to my family through my critical marriage, I can't really say.

Her blue eyes shine every time she looks at my son and it's really a very beautiful sight.

"How are you, Nate?" she asks worriedly, handing Harry his bottle and then wide-eyed at me.

I sigh and run my hands through my hair, loosening my tie a little before shrugging.

"How am I supposed to be, Mum?" I reply, wiping Harry's mouth.

"Is it still that bad between you and Sophia?"

Her blue eyes are really bright with concern and I know it bothers her at least as much as it does me.

The fear that Sophia could get a divorce and then take the boys away from me was really big in the last few months and this constant uncertainty was the worst.

I talked a lot with my mother, partly because I stayed with her when Sophia didn't want me in the house and I couldn't go to a hotel because otherwise the paparazzi would have understood immediately.

She likes Sophia but hates what she's doing to me and I feel the same as her.

"We talked a little today but it's still - on shaky legs," I say tightly, watching Harry mentally prepare to cry and within seconds he's on my lap.

"If you want, I can take the kids for tonight and you pronounce it right, huh?" she offers, leaning back.

"I'll have to talk to her about that first, but thanks for the offer. I just have the feeling that if the kids aren't around, it's only going to get even more tense," I murmur thoughtfully, handing my son his pacifier and wiping it for him hair out of the face.

The way his wide eyes seem to be watching me fills my chest with happiness and I sigh and kiss his forehead.

"It's going to be alright darling. How many times has your dad and I gone through this phase but managed to get it together? And your marriage is brand new, you're young, arguments like this are normal. You just have to just give it a little time," she says, getting up before walking towards me.

I sigh and hug her, thank her quietly, and then walk her to the door with Harry.

"I'll see you at Lily's tomorrow," I say with a smile and wave at her before turning to Brooklyn, my new assistant, and sighing.

"Please send someone to my office to clear all this away while I go downstairs." I say and the young man with the big blue eyes and the blond curly hair nods immediately.

"Mr Vance?" he says quietly as I turn away.

"What's up, Brook?" I reply exhaustedly, setting Harry down on the floor.

"Are you alright?" he asks concerned and I nod silently, probably with a more than weary smile on my face before heading towards the elevator.

Harry's hand is literally nailed to my pants and like he swore he would, he's clawing at me.

Exhausted, I make my way to my brother's office, almost fall asleep in the elevator, and just as I'm about to get off, I see Noah right in front of me.

"Two silly one thought, brother, I was just about to see you.", he says a lot more cheerfully than I do and I smile and hug him.

Immediately his hands reach for Harry and shortly thereafter my son has made himself comfortable in his uncle's arms.

"You look really shitty, what's the matter?" comes from Noah as the door slams shut.

Sighing, I make myself comfortable in his chair, ignoring for once my brother pushing a candy bar into my son's hand.

"Not much, really, my marriage is just going down the drain." I murmur, feeling the craving for alcohol slowly fill my body.

"Is she still treating you so dirty?", "Sophia is just a little colder towards me, that's all, Noah." I correct him, because even if things aren't going well between me and my wife, I can't allow that she is in a bad light.

"Why is she such a bitch to you?"

Without hesitation, I straighten up and glare at my brother.

"She's still the woman I love and the mother of my children, so please," I snap, running my fingers through my hair.

"I'm sorry, but it pisses me off how she treats you.", Noah simply replies and begins to gather my son's long curls into a braid.

"Of course I don't think it's cool either, but-", "Is there a possibility that she's cheating on you?" It suddenly comes up and I back away, overwhelmed.

My chest fills with nothing but pain at the thought of my wife with another man.

I can't even describe how much it hurts when images of a faceless man and my beautiful wife having sex pop up in my head.

It's like someone cuts open my chest and just pours acid in it and then shuts it up again.

I try to breathe, but to no avail.

"We're talking - about Sophia here, Noah," I say, not even sure if it's a grammatically correct sentence as the pain seems to take over my consciousness.

"I never would have thought that Flora would break up with me either. Wrong. I would really trust these sisters any.", my brother hisses angrily, not even trying to hide how much his pride is broken because my sister-in-law left him .

"She knows I would divorce her and take the boys. She would - could never do that," I say, believing the words myself otherwise I'm really going to break down.

I wouldn't even know what I would do without Sophia, let alone what could happen if she really cheated on me.

I would probably destroy them and really kill the guy, take the boys with me and then move to Russia.

Just the thought gives me stomach cramps and I immediately shake all these images out of my head.

"You definitely know her better than I do, so I'll just believe you," Noah says unconvinced, but smiles more than broadly when Harry shows him how to put the last piece of the bar in his mouth.

"Can we please stop talking about her, I'm really edgy enough already." I murmur, sighing and leaning back before tilting my head back.

As if fate had decided to torment me today, my cell phone starts ringing and only by the melody do I know that it is none other than my wonderful wife.

"Yes?" I say monotonously, watching Harry and smiling crookedly.

This little man and his even smaller brother will never fail to make me smile because both are just too beautiful and pure.

"Hey, Nate. I just wanted to let you know that Harry and Arrow are sleeping at my dad's tonight because I invited the girls over." She says totally relaxed and annoyed I start rubbing my temple.

This woman is really going to drive me insane.

"Then I'll send him home with John. Please give J my travel bag back with a few clothes and my toothbrush, then I'll be with Noah today.", I say and can't hide how pissed I am.

This morning she tells me not to dally after work and while I was hoping for something, she just planned another unnecessary girls' night out.

"All right. See you then." And before I can add anything, she ends the call.

The urge to slam my phone against the wall is pounding in my fingertips, that pissed me off.

My brother looks at me confused and annoyed I shake my head wordlessly knowing that if I talk now I'll just swear and since Harry is in his learning phase I have to pull myself together.

"It's all-" "No. No it's not. Come on Harry, time to go home," I mumble tensely, hugging my brother briefly and then, seconds later, leaving his office with Harry.

Anger doesn't even come close to describing what's going on inside me.

Not even hours later I can calm down, I'm way too pissed off by my wife's and myself's behavior.

On the one hand I could kill her for treating me like crap, but on the other hand I feel like it's all my fault.

The way I'm acting makes Sophia think she can handle me like that, so it's really my own fault really.

I would love to just get drunk, but John actually forgot my bag and since he's already finished work, I have to get behind the wheel and unfortunately go home.

The place I once associated with nothing but bliss and sheer contentment is now something of a punishment and when I get to the door I want to shoot my head at the thought of all those drunk broads in my living room drives me crazy.

Annoyed, I unlock the door, just hoping they don't notice me, but stop in the doorway in surprise when I don't see anyone.

"Sophia?" I call out confused and walk into the empty living room, throw my keys on the table and look around.

Exhausted, relieved but somehow disappointed, I sit down on the couch, when there is no answer, I immediately part with the tie and the damn jacket.

I throw my shoes to the side and, swallowing, throw my head back, close my eyes and tensely try to process the day.

I've been like this every night for too long and the fact that just a glass of whiskey helps me fall asleep is beyond sad.

How I would like to do something about it, but I can't and don't want to.

My body can't take this mental strain anymore and I'm really just tired of it.

Lost in my thoughts, only in the back of my mind do I hear the sound of high heels on the expensive marble floor.

I straighten up immediately, look back and feel my chin really making acquaintance with the ground.

As if Aphrodite herself was standing in front of me.

Dressed in nothing but bright red heels, my wife walks up to me and puts her manicured hand on my cheek, probably having no idea what she's doing to me.

In a matter of seconds, all the blood in my torso rushes into my cock and as if someone had pushed a button, pleasure races through my veins.

The sight of her is a unique gift and with my eyes still wide, I let my gaze slide along her again and again.

"What-" I can't even finish my sentence, having no idea what to say, ask, do as she settles comfortably in my lap and begins to intentionally rub against my rock hard erection.

"Will you please fuck me really hard Daddy?" she whispers to me, not even breaking eye contact for a second and like it's my first time, I feel the first part of my orgasm already breaking free.

Without a word, I throw my head back and groan so loudly that it seems to echo throughout the house.

She hasn't called me that for a long time and even if the "normal" sex was more than just fantastic, it's quite different here.

I greedily let my hands slide along her wonderfully soft body, loving the way she rides my cock with the perfect pressure and moans more than me.

Her lips finally find mine and I immediately moan and slide my tongue into her mouth, enjoying the way she begins to suckle addictively as she massages her own breast.

I nervously unbutton my shirt, wanting to destroy it because it's definitely taking too long, and when her hands finally touch my bare skin, I growl

"Want to make daddy happy?" I gasp into her mouth, wrapping my hand around her throat and making her look into my eyes.

My voice is so deep it feels like it's not mine.

"Very happy," she mumbles, wide-eyed, while I wistfully brush my thumb across her lower lip before I put it in her mouth and she immediately closes her eyes and begins to suckle.

Her hips are in constant motion and meanwhile my erection hurts because her cum wets my pants.

"Then you have to take care of Daddy." I reply and immediately she nods vigorously.

She slowly pulls away from me, stepping off me before her nimble fingers find my waistband.

It's a matter of seconds and my pants and boxers are at my ankles.

Her hand immediately wraps itself around my cock and I lay my head back, moaning loudly.

When I look down at her, she has sat up and rubs my hard cock against her ample breasts with a big smile and swallowing I reward her with a single drop of pleasure that finds its way to freedom.

"Put it in your mouth, kitten," I command softly and she immediately splits her lips just to take my entire length in her beautiful mouth.

Her moans make me pull together and I claw my hands in her hair, swallowing.

She sucks my cock for what feels like hours, can't seem to get enough and when I see her hand sliding between her legs, I literally rip my length out of her sweet mouth.

"Did I allow you to touch yourself?" I hiss at her, rubbing my erection lest I cry in pain.

Her big brown eyes meet mine and she shakes her head, her lips swollen.

"Sorry, Daddy," she whispers, kissing the inside of my thigh, sending goosebumps all over my body.

"As punishment, you can only watch me cum," I say, smiling diabolically.

Her lips split sch and she looks at me in horror.

"I'm not allowed to touch or - taste?" she asks sadly and I shake my head stubbornly, putting more pressure on my sex.

"But Daddy-", "No arguments." I just hiss and notice from the way my stomach cramps to the last that the orgasm is announced.

I keep moaning, unable to explain how much it turns me on to have her stare at me and bite her lower lip longingly.

I cum on her chest with a mighty jet and my climax lasts what feels like hours.

In a matter of seconds, I'm grabbing her arms, throwing her onto the bulk of the couch, clapping my hand against the wonderful curve of her ass, moaning as she flinches before thrusting into her, burying me to the limit.