Secretly Billionaire After Divorce

At first, Ryan thought it was a wet dream. It couldn't be real that the action lady he had loved for the past six years and had been married to for three years was right on his bed. 

He was still trying to snap out of the imagination when he felt the warmth of her breasts pressed against his chest.

For a moment, she rubbed her breasts over his chest. Those breasts he had only had the chance of seeing once in a blue moon while she changed her clothes.

  He tried to sit up in the bed, but she lay completely over him before he could. The smooth and slippery touch spread along his body through the warmth.

  "Steph…" he doubted she heard him before she pressed her lips on his. Her lips were soft and moist, carrying her scent.

It's been three years. They've been married three years and Stephanie has never for once allowed him to hug her, not to talk  of sleeping on the same bed with her. 

Ryan felt his dick erect. This is no dream. But… What came over Stephanie? Is she starting to love him after all these years?

Fire crackled under Ryan's skin as her lips met his. 

  The way her tongue followed his, and the way her hands slid over his broad shoulders made Ryan groan. He could stay in this position with her forever.

 She pulled Ryan’s hair hard, earning a moan from him. The sound elicited one of her own, the two mixing in the most heavenly way. It was the hottest sound Ryan had ever heard and he would do anything to hear it again. Her body began gently rocking back and forth on his.

“Steph,” Ryan breathed into her mouth. 

  Her hands found the hem of his shirt, and she tugged at it, pulling it up. He pulled away from her for a moment. Next his clothes flew across the room as he pulled them off.

  He rolled her over and climbed on her. Her eyes were closed. He was ready to take her, but he hesitated. He needed to be sure she wanted this. Her hands pushed him to her as she rose up to meet him. He slowly thrust inside her. Her fingers dug into his skin.

  He thrust faster and her hands pulled his hair harder, making him move in and out of her more faster. 

"I love you, Steph," his voice was a rasp, his body tense over her as he came.

Her voice was louder and louder, "Ahhhh!" She moaned, screamed. 

 "Anderson!" Stephanie's voice filled the room as she came.

A sudden chill filled the room after Stephanie's scream. The only thing that convinced Ryan that everything that happened in the last few minutes ever happened was their haggard breathing. 

Slowly, Ryan rolled on the bed. He shivered, feeling as if the temperature had dropped to the lowest temperature it ever could. He stared at his wife whose eyes were closed. 

Anderson? 

Just hearing the name in his head made the rest of Ryan's body that was still alive to go numb.

  A lazy smile played on her lips. She reached out her hand toward him but it fell by her side sleepily.

Anderson Harris had been Stephanie's boyfriend before Ryan got married to her. Some weeks to their wedding, Anderson had traveled to another country.


Ryan remembered how Stephanie had cried her eyes out at the airport. That was the first sign. He could have used that as a hint that Stephanie would never love him, but he had been oblivious of that.


He had thought he could change her mind. His pitiful, stupid, mad, humiliating self had thought he could change any woman's heart. Another bitter smile flashed across his lips. Turned out he was wrong, huh? Turns out Stephanie was not just any woman.


Ryan felt his stupid body — that had gone crazy and out of control just now because of Stephanie — get up and gather his clothes and wear them back. It must be fun for Stephanie to have him under the wrap of her fingers. Another bitter smile, filled with pity for himself flashed across his face.

He wanted to pull her off the bed and make her feel how cold she had made his body. He wanted to make her see how she is now… he smiled bitterly, even controlling his body temperature. He raised his hand to wake her but he stopped. He needed to think first. To sort things out. He needed to understand how exactly his life had turned to this. How his marriage to his wife has made him become this pitiful twenty-one-year-old man, begging a woman for love.

A lot of bitter memories swam in his head till he heard a shattering sound. He glanced in front of him and saw that the standing mirror was broken. That was when It occurred to Ryan that he had not slept throughout the night.


 He slowly turned his head around just in time to see a heel shoe flying toward him. It hit his shoulder. He was surprised that he could still feel pains after the ones he had felt in the past few hours.


  He saw Stephanie pick another shoe and threw it toward him, this time it flew past him and hit the wall. 


  "Steph—" 


  "Rapist!" She shouted, followed by a series of throwing her clothes at him.


  Rapist? Is she waking up from a nightmare? 


  "How could you drug me last night, you monster!" she yelled at him, her face contorted with rage.