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)
"It's okay," she said softly. "I won't say it didn't hurt to hear you say those words, but I also know you only said them to humor Goofy—-"
"Salope!" You bitch!
"You knew she was likely to cause more trouble, so you told her what she wanted to hear...even if it was a lie."
Philippe searched his wife's face for any sign of anger or hurt, anything that would give him a clue on just how hard he would need to grovel and beg for her forgiveness—-
But instead, all he saw was love...and a good amount of mischief.
"Because the truth is..."
Charlee-Mae looked at him expectantly, and Philippe did not hesitate to throw out of the window decades' worth of lessons on etiquette and propriety. He knew exactly what she was asking for, knew exactly what was the one thing he could do to make up for his stupidity, and Philippe heard himself say, "The truth is that it is your pussy alone that I would ever want to fuck, your pussy alone that I would ever miss—-"
"Mon Dieu." Sandra couldn't help laughing even as her cheeks burned in embarrassment.
"Your pussy alone that I would ever want to taste with my tongue and—-"
Charlee-Mae was starting to feel a little self-conscious herself, and she quickly placed a hand over her husband's mouth. "That is more than enough—-"
Philippe gently took her hand off his mouth and asked, "Are you certain? Because there is also much more I can say about your beautiful tits and your wonderful ass—-"
Charlee-Mae hastily covered his mouth again. "Yes, I am sure, and..." She smiled up at him. "I love you, too."
Epilogue
The launch of Heureuse was wildly successful, especially since the showdown between Charlee-Mae and Greta had gone viral on every social media platform, and everyone wanted to buy just about anything and everything Philippe's wife was endorsing.
Greta was now back in France and no longer a part of his company. His lawyers and hers had managed to come to an agreement, and Greta stood to lose millions of euros if she were stupid enough to cause them trouble in any way.
And now that it was Valentine's...
Philippe could only roll his eyes as Charlee-Mae made a show of spraying alcohol on his engorged cock. "How many times must we do this, mon coeur?"
"For as long as I feel your beautiful cock needs disinfecting," his wife retorted, "after having dove into the depths of your sister-in-law's pussy."
Even though her tone was light, and her gaze filled with laughter, it still killed him every time he heard her speak of his ill-advised affair, and Philippe could not help yanking his wife close and caging her in his embrace.
"Je suis désolé, ma moitié."
"Forgiven." Charlee-Mae rubbed her cheek against the soft, warm hair of her husband's powerfully muscular chest. "Just promise me, though..."
"Anything." Philippe meant it.
She looked up, and the uncertainty in her smile made his chest clench. "No more secrets?"
Her husband was silent.
"Philippe?"
"I have a confession, ma femme."
Charlee-Mae looked at him suspiciously. "Please don't tell me you have another sister-in-law—-"
"Non." His lips twitched. "Rather, it is about you."
Her eyes widened. "Me?"
"I have told you before that your accent is the ugliest sound in the world..."
Charlee-Mae scowled. "Okaaaaay..."
"But what I have never told you until now—-"
Charlee-Mae held her breath.
"—-is how much it also happens to turn me on."
His wife looked at him blankly. "Is this a joke?"
"J'adore ton accent." I love your accent.
"So..." Her confusion turned to wariness. "Not a joke?"
"Non."
"Oh. Um. Wow." Charlee-Mae couldn't help feeling giddy. It just seemed so crazy that her less-than-ideal French accent could be a turn on for a man as perfect as her husband.
"And you, mon ceour? Do you have any last secrets you wish to share?"
"Well..."
Philippe raised a brow.
"Charlotte's convinced that I was either lying about losing my memory or that I must've gained them back somewhere along the way, and that's why I didn't freak out when you told me we had a mail-order marriage."
Philippe's gaze narrowed. "Did you? Have you?"
Amber eyes sparkled up at him. "Who knows?"
"Charlee-Mae..."
But his wife only laughed and sang, "Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir?"
Philippe groaned. Her accent was still fucking terrible and at the same time so fucking hot—-
Charlee-Mae could only laugh as her husband suddenly lifted her up in his arms, but this quickly turned into a gasp as he thrust into her without warning, and he started fucking her up against the wall.
Even though his every thrust made her see stars, it was when her husband growled into her ear—-
"Je t'aime, mon coeur."
Her pussy tightened around his cock as her heart felt like it was about to explode. She loved him this man so very much, and now that she knew what his secret was—-
"Plus fort!" Harder!
"Plus vite!" Stronger!
Her husband went wild, and oh God, he was fucking her like an animal in heat, and she loved it, she loved it so much that just as the first wave of her orgasm pounded through her body, Charlee-Mae cupped Philippe's face and looked into his beautiful jade-green eyes as she cried out, "Je jouis!" I'm cumming!