6

I let my gaze glide tensely over the many people, notice how my whole body begins to cramp more and more, but I don't get lost once.

It's been almost a year since I held a big meeting like this with at least fifteen men from all over the world who are a lot richer and, more importantly, more powerful than me.

Several pairs of eyes are really boring into me and if I weren't so practiced in maintaining my facade, then I would be lost by now at the latest.

As if it were some kind of bio report, I rattle off everything, concentrating on the pen in my hand, which in these minutes seems to be everything for me.

I also feel my brother's green pair of eyes on me, as well as my father-in-law's light brown one, but neither of them manage to throw me off balance.

It feels like hours pass, but it's only about twenty minutes, and when I finally get to the end of my presentation, I unobtrusively exhale deeply.

A huge weight falls from my chest as I truly realize that I've made it.

I've been preparing for this day for weeks and the fact that it went a lot better than planned anyway makes me just happy.

Everyone starts clapping and I just nod with a smile, thanking all the men for their attention before I sit down at the table again and swallow.

"And what do you want to call this project, Mr. Vance?" asks the partner from Japan, smiling, seems just as enthusiastic as all the other men and I furrow my eyebrows in surprise.

"I've thought about everything but the name," I reply, laughing, and immediately the rest join in, filling the room with deep laughter.

"Maybe your son's name?" asks the richest man in Australia, looking at me with brown eyes.

"The only problem is that I have two and it wouldn't be fair for the other one," I reply, can't believe that all these rich men are so convinced of my idea that they don't think about anything anymore and I'm just looking for a name for my project to really make it official.

My chest is several tons lighter and I can't help the smile on my face.

"How about Sophia?" it suddenly comes and I raise my head in surprise, only to meet my father-in-law's pair of eyes.

"The Sophia project. I think it fits.", comes the voice of the Japanese and immediately I see almost everyone nodding their heads.

With an even broader grin, I also agree and thank Robert with a nod.

"Congratulations, Mr. Vance," one begins and a series of congratulations are thrown down the elevator, but all I can think of is how I'm going to celebrate this achievement.

I almost storm into Sophia's office, briefly afraid of breaking the glass door, but then I take care of the bottle of champagne in my hand.

"It's time to pop the corks, baby!" I call out, but unlike what I expected, I don't see Sophia at her desk but on the couch.

In his arms.

Her soft sobs fill the room and I stare at her in confusion, unable to control the jealousy literally destroying me from within.

"What's going on??" I ask confused and run towards my wife, push the pretty one aside and immediately take her delicate face in my hands.

"It's everywhere," she sobs, then buries her face in the hollow of my throat; sobs like she just lost someone.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, overwhelmed, unable to bear the sound of her crying, noticing how my body is losing all of its energy.

"Somebody filmed us - us having sex..." she stutters and wipes her face in desperation.

I can feel the blood draining from my face in every cell of my body and I become completely rigid.

"What? Where? Who? How? When??" I yell angrily and grab my forehead tensely, wanting to cry because everything has suddenly taken such a violent turn.

Subconsciously, I reach for my cell phone and dial my publicist's number as if nothing else was more important.

"We're already taking care of it, Mr. Vance. The video will be nowhere to be seen by tonight at the latest. Don't worry.", he says, before I can say anything and without even replying anything, I hang up immediately .

"I want to see it," I demand, looking into my wife's eyes, which are swollen from crying.

"Nat-", "I want to see it!" I say more sternly, then watch her reach for her phone with shaky hands.

The thought that this video could destroy what is probably my most successful project sends goosebumps all over my body and not even Sophia can calm me down in any way.

It's like my chest is about to explode, my heart is beating so fast.

The rushing of my blood almost makes me deaf and the intense migraine is really no longer healthy.

I stare at the phone's small screen like my life depends on it.

The video shows some men's restroom in a hotel and moments later I hear our voices before I get into the frame.

Sophia's dress is hanging halfway down her body while my pants have already reached my knees.

I get goosebumps all over my body and whether it's because this video turns me on or because the thought that several thousand, even hundreds of thousands of people have already seen this video, I can't really say.

I hear my wife's sobs and turn to her, swallowing hard, before taking the phone from her and tossing it behind me.

"My public relations agent will take care of it. Tonight this video disappeared from the scene and I'm going to take care of that motherfucker who uploaded it, okay? Just please stop crying, I can't take it," I mumble sighing and pressing her forehead against mine, inhaling her scent to calm me down at least a little.

"It's all your fault!", but she suddenly screams and abruptly pushes me off itself.

"What the-", "If you didn't want to fuck outside all the time, this would never have happened! If you find it so hard to wait until we're home, go to the fucking puff! You're so good at that!" , she interrupts me, surprising and provoking me with every letter and immediately I stand up too.

As if I wasn't already irritated enough, I look into her eyes, just hoping neither of us says something that could destroy us both.

"Oh now all of a sudden it's my fault? You're the one who almost drags me into the bathroom every time because you need it so badly!" I yell back, just can't bring myself to do it, unlike her, reasonable and deal with the situation calmly.

Her big brown eyes narrow and by that expression I can tell she's going to hurt me.

"Then maybe you should do your job better," she hisses, crossing her arms over her chest and instantly softening as she realizes the bullshit she just threw at me.

The pressure in my chest is increasing, seems almost unbearable and the feeling of suffocating gives me a headache.

The fact that for Sophia I am no more than a sexualized object makes me shudder, because even though I know that our relationship has always been based on lust, I still believed in the love between us.

She broke not only my heart but also my pride and that is the worst of all.

She's crossed the line many times, but this time, even by her standards, it's too much.

"I'm sorry, Nate..." she says hastily and walks towards me.

"You can put your cheap excuses somewhere else. Go and fuck your damn handsome, you're happier with him than with me anyway.", I just reply and turn away from her, of course grabbing the bottle of champagne before I her leave office

I hear her calling my name, but I just don't care.

Apparently it really only goes so far.

Just when I thought things were getting back to normal, one of us fucks up and I just can't take it anymore.

I'm tired of myself constantly hanging on her ass and letting my pride play like it's a fucking soccer ball.

Next thing I do once this video is gone is call my attorney.

I don't put up with that bullshit anymore.

"Nathaniel!" Sophia yells again and this time I turn around just to see her beautiful face one last time.

She walks up to me, strokes my cheek and kisses me addictively like she would die if she didn't.

Her tongue caresses mine, explores my mouth and drives me insane, but her words ring too loud in my head; make enjoying her caress impossible.

"Let go of me, Sophia." I just mumble and gently push her away from me.

"Promise me that you'll come home tonight." She demands and I swallow and run my hands through my hair.

Of course I want to come home to my boys and my beautiful wife, but my chest hurts; the splinters of my broken heart and my even more broken pride make me bleed.

"For the boys.", I just murmur, pull myself out of her grasp and then walk in the direction of the elevator before I start getting drunk in my car, whether I'm celebrating or feeling sorry for myself remains to be seen.

I don't know how many hours pass before I finally get home, but since both boys are already in their beds, I'm assuming it's already quite late.

With shaky legs and an unsteady gait, I make my way to my wife's huge room, not even expecting to see her there anymore.

A few shots and two glasses of whiskey were added to the full bottle of champagne, so I really pushed my limit to the last.

Just as I'm about to collapse into my bed, I glimpse the form of my petite wife, once again in the arms of that fucking son of a bitch.

In a matter of seconds I'm tensing my whole body, nearly breaking my jaw, but the jealousy in my blood is driving me insane.

"If you're going to fuck, at least don't do it in our bed!" I yell, amazed at how clearly I can still speak despite the high level of alcohol.

The pretty boy's blue eyes bore into mine and I swallow and look away, can't bear the face my wife left me for.

"Stop it, Nate! He's only there for me!" Shouts Sophia, having no idea what she's doing with those words.

"It's like that now, but as soon as it lands in your panties, things change!" I reply, sitting down on the chair in front of the bed with a sigh.

"Piss off!" I yell at the pretty boy and as if I'd given him an electric shock, he winces and a few seconds later he's out the door.

I watch Sophia as she follows him and quickly grab her arm.

"If you run after him now, you'll neversee me again," I hiss in her ear, giving her a serious look.

"But Nate-", "I'm your husband!" I yell at her desperately, unable to control myself.

Lust flashes in her eyes and I take a step back in surprise.

"Does it turn you on to see me at the end like this or what?" I hiss in her ear, grabbing her hair very lightly but compactly before bringing her face just a millimeter from mine.

Immediately my pants are getting tighter and just the way their smell is shaped by sex turns me on.

"No, but I love the way you tag me..." she whispers to me, running her tongue along my pulse and swallowing, I pull it away from me.

"You're only mine." I hiss with a groan, ripping my shirt off before saying goodbye to my pants and throwing Sophia onto the bed.

I turn her around, just pulling up her incredibly short dress before ripping her panties into pieces and then getting lost inside her to the max.

"I'm only yours..." she whispers, sobbing, burying her face in the sheets, moaning in pleasure.

"But you seem to like to forget that. I guess I have to fuck it into you so that you don't forget it anymore.", I gasp and ram my cock as deep as possible into her delicate sex.

"Oh God, please do this, Daddy..." she sobs, and without being asked a second time, I quicken the movement of my hips.