7

"Where have you been?" My wife's voice fills my ears when I arrive home after two hours of jogging, totally sweaty and exhausted.

She's dressed in nothing but her panties and a crop top, after all she has nothing to hide.

The sight of her intoxicates me, puts me in a real trance state, but her words are still too loud in my head.

I tormented her with her lust for at least an hour just to calm myself down somehow, but even after all that exercise, I can't calm my body down.

For some reason it's just harder for me this time.

"Don't worry, I haven't been to the whorehouse. Unlike you, I don't like sharing my bed with anyone other than my wife," I hiss venomously, hearing her gasp in surprise.

I fill my glass with expensive whiskey like I haven't just sobered up.

"Why are you doing this Nate? I apologized!" she calls out, not even seeming to care that our kids are sleeping.

If I wasn't so stinky and drunk I would have just laid down next to Harry, his smell would certainly have calmed me down, but I could never let my son see me in this catastrophic state.

"Just leave me alone, Sophia.", I just hiss, walk past her into our room and free myself from my sweaty shirt on the way there.

"Stop the fuck!" she suddenly screams and grabs my arm, looking at me with teary eyes and sniffling softly.

"What will become of us now?" asks my wife desperately, pulls me to her and I look at her monotonously.

"The video has disappeared from all networks. My lawyer will send you the papers for the divorce shortly." I murmur and pull away from her grasp.

"You can't be serious.", she sobs and annoyed I run my hands through my hair, noticing how the last millimeter of my patience is dying.

"Of course I'm not serious! But listen to me carefully now, Sophia. If you throw bullshit like that at me one more time, I'll be gone faster than you can even imagine. And believe me, I'll take the boys with me too. I'm not your employee or any of your friends, I'm your fucking husband." I yell at her, just not being able to hold myself together any longer.

She nods vigorously again and again, seems to have difficulty processing my words and I turn away from her with a sigh.

I just can't understand how everything could turn in such a direction so quickly.

"Oh yes, and that bastard will be gone when I get out of the shower, otherwise I'll kill him.", I only poison before I disappear into the bathroom and then actually start sobbing like a small child under the jet of water.

Lost in thought, I brush Harry's curls away from his face when we've made ourselves comfortable in front of the television, simply because he needs that rest just as much as I do.

I only hear my wife's voice coming from Arrow's room in the back of my mind, but I deftly ignore it.

I find it difficult to look at her.

As if my chest burns when my eyes see her.

On the one hand, I definitely think my behavior is over the top, but after all the times she's accused me of similar shit because she was mad, I just can't pull myself together.

The way Harry is totally relaxed playing with my fingers calms every one of my racing impulses and I bury my nose in his hair to completely chill.

A little time passes and when my son falls asleep in my arms, I bring him to his bed with a sigh, stare at him there again for what feels like hours before I run to my room to get at least a little sleep.

"Sophia?" I call out when I see Arrow sleeping in his bed, but there is no sign of my wife.

"I'm in the bathroom." It comes shortly afterwards and without a word I make my way to her.

Sighing, I stand in the doorway and watch her elegantly strip off her robe before hanging it up and then stepping into the tub.

"If you don't want to kill me anymore, you're welcome to come to me." Sophia murmurs and closes her big eyes while leaning back.

On the one hand, my anger and anger is still more than present, but on the other hand, I crave her, even though we only slept together last night.

"After all that, I can't just come to you," I reply guiltily, sitting down on the toilet seat, running my eyes over her body and sighing.

Sophia opens her eyes and our eyes meet immediately; the lust in her expression sends goosebumps all over my body.

"You need this, Nate. You need me and my body," she replies softly, giving me a serious look.

"I can't take advantage of you," I mumble, but I'm slowly starting to give up.

My sweatpants have definitely gotten tighter and the thought of losing myself in my wife sounds so wonderfully alluring.

"I want you to use me, Nate. Let me make amends like this," she says, reaching out to me, making it so hard to resist.

"You want it, baby, come on.." she breathes, lowering her gaze gently, having no idea what she's doing to me.

Unable to pull myself together, I almost choke on my moans.

"I know how much you love to fuck me in the bathtub. Come here," and with those words she actually succeeds.

Swallowing, I free myself from my shirt before I immediately pull down my sweatpants on my legs, totally overwhelmed groan when Sophia closes her hand around my erection.

"You're so hard...I don't deserve you," she whispers against my sex, blowing gentle kisses on my tip again and again, driving me to my knees.

As the warm water envelops my body, I sigh but am immediately interrupted by Sophia's lips.

Her tongue slides into my mouth totally addicted, playing with me and teasing me in the most intoxicating way.

I slide my hand between her legs, swallowing her pleasure sounds as I slide two fingers inside her.

I would like to force her to touch herself while she watches me, but the desire to cum is greater in her.

I lift her slightly and just lower her onto me, tilting my head back and moaning.

"Talk to me..." she begs softly, burying her face in the hollow of my neck and moaning softly.

"You know how I love to watch you do it yourself? You're so greedy kitten, so greedy," I growl in her ear while thrusting my cock into her at a steady rhythm.

"I've been fucking you several times a day for days, but you still don't have enough." I hiss, barely able to pull myself together.

The mixture of the warm water and my wonderful wife works real miracles.

Her moans keep getting louder and I know she's coming.

The way she pushes away from me and slowly begins to move her hips against mine more and more violently shows that she can hardly take it anymore.

And as the spasms catch up with me, I can't take it any longer before I ejaculate into her, only feeling in the back of my mind as she climaxes.

"You don't have to come if you don't want to." Sophia says softly as I adjust my tuxedo and then look at her with a sigh.

The blue fabric hugs each of her wonderful curves so perfectly, emphasizing everything that needs to be emphasized and the desire to get on her knees in front of this woman just keeps growing.

Her hair tied back in a strict ponytail, a little more eye-catching make-up and high, black shoes, she stands in front of me, lets her hand slide into my hair and gently tilts her head to the side.

"This meal is important to you and do you really think I'll let you walk around alone while everyone is accompanied? Never," I say calmly, snuggling into her touch.

"I really don't deserve you," she sighs, kissing my lips ever so lightly, making me want more.

Sighing, I join our mouths in a passionate kiss and almost lose myself in her wonderful taste.

"You look beautiful," I whisper, running my hand down her body and swallowing hard.

"Thank you, darling...", she simply replies and buries her face in the hollow of my neck, takes a long breath and then looks at me with brown eyes.

While Sophia chats with her sister, I walk over to my boys, give Harry a high five and a kiss on the head of Arrow before waving at them both and then leaving the house with my wife.

The ride is quiet, neither of us says a word, but we both are aware of the intense sexual attraction in the tiny space, but we can't risk it and prefer to remain silent.

As always, it takes me almost ten minutes for my eyes to calm down from all the flashing lights and as I enter the room, I reach for the first glass of whiskey that a waiter holds out to me.

Of course I'm aware that everyone is looking at us and starting to whisper, but I don't give a damn so much that I don't even see it anymore.

Almost twenty minutes go by and I've now reached my third glass, I'm glad that I ate something at home, because otherwise I'd be totally drunk by now and I can't do another embarrassment to us.

Sophia doesn't even let go of my arm the whole time, constantly nuzzling me as if the ring on my finger didn't already mark me.

Almost an hour later I finally see my mother and smiling I run towards her and my father, Sophia of course at my side.

"Is everything alright between you two?" my mother asks quietly as my wife talks to my dad.

Her blue eyes are soft and concerned, and I just nod.

Hardly anything is okay, but my mother doesn't need to know everything.

We talk to the two of them for less than ten minutes before we rejoin Sophia's friends and their husbands, although I definitely preferred my parents' presence.

It seems to me as if the whole night is rushing past me and then after the fourth glass of whiskey I really let it be.

Sophia slides her arm under my jacket, knowing that only her touch can calm me down and with everything that's going on in my head, it really is more than fitting.

"May I know how you guys took your video out from everywhere so quickly? It was there and then it was gone!" comes out of nowhere from a voice that gives me a headache with the first letter Has.

Those dark blue eyes are bristling with anger and hate, the fake smile on her lips is full of spite and the way she claws at her husband's arm looks almost pathetic.

"What's that got to do with you, Jasmine?" Sophia hisses and I can almost feel my wife growing angrier.

It's like I've been waiting all evening for one of these people to break my camel's back and here I am in front of the couple who bought their rum with their parents' money and who all seriously think they're some kind of competition for us.

"I'd just like to know how much money you paid, because apparently you really need it so badly." The blonde just laughs, knowing too well that she's playing with my wife's patience as well.

"For the fact that both of you are financed by your parents and Instagram, you tear your face wide open.", I say calmly and look at her challengingly.

Grinning, I watch the two faces as they grimace in overwhelm and take a nice sip of my whiskey.

"I wonder what your kids will say when they come across sex tapes from their parents," throws the even more pathetic husband to the middle, and I clench my jaw with a swallow.

"Keep my kids out of this, you pathetic bastard," I hiss, ignoring Sophia's pleading looks, which are meant to calm me down but fail to do so.

"Oh come on don't kid me perfect dad we all know Harrison was just an accident just like the second one so you don't need to-" and before he can finish his sentence my fist cracks against his chin.

"Put my son's name in your disgusting mouth one more time! Come on!" I yell at him, feeling all the pent up anger release and unable to stop myself, I smash my fist into his face again and again.

The next thing I know, my younger sister and her husband, who is also my personal lawyer, storm into the police station.

I hear how my wife tries to tell them what happened, but fails miserably because she keeps choking on her tears.

I stare blankly at the nurse who is bandaging my hands because all the beating has torn my knuckles.

I just can't understand how I could lose control so badly.

This fucker had to provoke it so.

It was like someone flipped a switch.

I just wasn't myself anymore and as I review the last twenty minutes I grab Mr's forehead in desperation.

As if the issue with the video hadn't already threatened my new project enough, now there's a scandal too.

Well, I can definitely make up the deal of my life now.

The sister leaves the room and my family is with me immediately.

My wife's face is smeared with tears and filled with concern and weariness.

She didn't have to go through a little with me either, my beauty..

"Are you alright?" asks Dan, looking at me with brown eyes and I nod wordlessly.

"I spoke to this bum's lawyer and they won't take him to court because his father is your business partner," explains my sister's husband and I listen intently.

"Are the headlines bad?" I swallow, brushing my hair back from my face.

Dan just sighs before turning on his tablet and immediately jumping out at me with an article from some gossip magazine.

"Your son was an accident!" These words made the 29-year-old billionaire freak out. Just for the sake of his wife, Sophia Hamilton-Vance, Nathaniel Vance performed unexpectedly at the annual Vogue charity dinner in New York yesterday. As always, what is arguably America's most attractive couple pulled off the perfect red carpet appearance as one would expect, despite the sex tape scandal that is less than three days old. It was a matter of minutes. Insiders report that Phil Jensen, the son of the great CEO Jay Jensen and husband of Jasmine Pfeiffer-Jensen, is said to have insulted and provoked the young businessman to the last. Vance kept his composure until Jensen mentioned his two children and accused him of only accident-

Annoyed, I throw the tablet aside and get downright aggressive when I think of these disgusting words.

"You're actually in a good light because ultimately it was him who provoked you and I don't think people would-" "I'm so fucked up and you know that as well as I do, Dan. As soon as this one bullshit is strewn all over the network, people will start calling me just to tell me they will no longer be contributing to the biggest project of my life and when the last one has done so I can cancel the plans for Sophia Throw it away." I sigh, handing my fingers through my hair in desperation.

"What? What do I have to do with your project?" Sophia asks confused, swallowing the tears from her face and looking at me.

"You haven't told her yet?", "When should I have, with all the bullshit going on." I sigh, shaking my head.

"Can I please know what you're talking about?" Sophia hisses, visibly annoyed.

"This big project I've been working on for months - it worked out and I named it after you," I tell, looking at her tiredly.

And as she throws her arms around my neck and hides her face in the hollow of my neck, nothing seems important anymore.