Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
God, he was pounding into her so, so fast, and so, so hard, and oh God, she could feel it again, she could feel it building hotter and hotter and hotter—-
Until something inside of her imploded, and Charlee-Mae cried out as her body shattered. It was her second orgasm in just under an hour, and as her body shuddered and shuddered, Philippe was still thrusting in and out of her pussy, his movements wilder and less controlled. Just seeing him so beautifully aroused, and knowing that it was all because of her, was enough to give her orgasm new life, and as another wave of pleasure threatened to carry her away, she heard herself whisper, "Je t'aime, mon bébé."
While the words completely caught Philippe off guard, and her French accent did him in, it was the look in his wife's eyes that made him careen off the edge, and as he felt himself explode inside of her and fill her insides with his cum—-
He, too, could not stop himself from saying the truth.
"Je t'aime, ma moitié."
The words might seem too soon to be spoken for others, but he didn't give a damn. He had not gotten to where he was by doubting himself, and his gut told him what his heart had probably known from the start.
He loved her.
He loved his wife from the first moment he saw her, and he would not let anything or anyone take her away.
It was Philippe's last thought as he held his wife and rolled them over so she could sleep atop him, and it was also his first thought when he woke to the sound of his phone ringing, and he saw Greta's name once again popping up on the screen.
Chapter Nine
Greta's call was answered on the fourth ring, and since Philippe had always been the type to answer or reject a call by the first ring, the fact that he hadn't now spoke volumes.
"Bonjour, Greta."
This, at least, was normal. Philippe had always been formal over the phone, and this hadn't changed when she became his lover. Even so, something still felt different, and this worried and angered her. Any change could only be attributed to his fat American wife, but because she also knew better than to start off with a rant—-
"Bonjour, mon chéri," Greta cooed. "I've been calling you since last night."
"I'm sorry I missed it."
"And I tried calling you this morning, too."
"I was occupied."
"By something or someone?"
The words were out before she could stop herself, and she was made to pay the price when Philippe answered her in a tone that was distinctly stiff.
"It is unlike you to be snide."
Actually, she had always been snide, but another thing she had known better not to do was to show him this side of hers. Unlike his older brother, Philippe was not and would never be the type to suffer her bitchiness simply because he enjoyed having her in bed. It was why, even though she had always found Philippe more attractive, Greta had chosen to set her cap for Pierre. Not only had the latter been easier to manipulate, but Pierre, being the older and more favored brother, would've meant Greta enjoying a greater share of the DeRose fortune.
Life would have been so much easier if Pierre hadn't drunk himself to an early grave, but since there was no way to change the past—-
"Please don't be mad, darling. I've just been missing you quite a lot."
Philippe was starting to realize that it wouldn't be easy to break things off with Greta. Although he had made it clear from the start that their relationship was merely based on mutual benefits, he also hadn't made the effort to discourage Greta when she started acting more possessive.
"You know I'm not one to be emotional, but I didn’t realize it would be this hard, living with the fact that you're married to someone else."
And now, he was suffering the consequences.
"I know your mother's been to see her, and since I'm sure Sandra loves your new wife just because she's not me..." Greta waited for Philippe to tell her that she had nothing to worry about. But he did not. And her temper, which she would be the first to admit had a much shorter fuse compared to most, began to boil.
"It would be nice," she said sharply, "if you could say something—-" A beeping sound cut her off, and Greta bit back a curse. Merde!
"I'm sorry, Greta, but I have Damian on the other end—-"
"I don't mind being put on hold." Since Damian owned Foxtown, and everything played second fiddle to business for Philippe, it would be pointless to ask him not to answer the call.
"This might take a while, and I wouldn't want you to waste your time waiting."
The coolness of Philippe's tone made Greta quickly change tactics. "Je suis désolée, mon chéri." If she let their call end on a bad note, she might end up pushing him into his wife's arms. "I do not mean to take so much of your time. Will you call me back tonight at least?"