Chapter 15

But he didn't.

When she was all ready to give herself to him—when she was all ready to throw every logic away and ride the boat with him, he didn't do anything.

After he kissed her and left her lips bruised and trembling and her insides squirming, he pulled away.

And she was left there, flabbergasted as she panted and looked at him with hooded eyes, confused about his actions.

“Get in the car,” he ordered in a flat tone before rounding the car and getting into the driver's seat himself.

Amara was breathing deeply, still buzzing from his kiss, when a horn made her jump away, startled.

She looked back at him, his eyes staring straight ahead. The light from the single street lamp on the street didn't help much in seeing his expression.

But she knew he wasn't in the mood to be messed with.

So before he pushed the horn again, she opened and climbed inside the passenger seat with shaky legs and placed her heels in the backseat.

“The seat belt,” he murmured silently and she quickly put it on, not wanting to be the victim of his wrath.

As soon as she put it on, the car was zooming past the streets so fast that she had to clutch the handle.

But she didn't dare say anything to him; she knew better than that.

Soon, they were pulling up inside the gates of the mansion.

As soon as the car stopped in front of the stairs, he got out of the car and rounded it to her side.

Opening the door, he pulled her out harshly. Not minding her shoeless feet, he dragged her inside the mansion.

She could feel the sting from his hand on her wrist from how tightly he was holding it but she didn't dare make a sound as it would alert the family members and she didn't have it in her to answer anyone right now.

From the looks of it, everyone was sleeping, and the helpers were most probably on rest as well considering the whole mansion was dark except for the night lights.

As they climbed the stairs, she thought he was taking her to his bedroom, but they passed the corridor that led to his room, and soon she was dragged into her own.

He pushed her inside and she stumbled before regaining her balance.

Her eyes burned from the pain that stung her wrist from his grip.

But what was more painful was the way he was treating her.

She had never seen this side of him.

He stood there, gazing at her, his eyes red and his chest heaving.

“You. You, Amara Wilson, will be the death of me,” he said and then left her room, closing the door after him with a thud.

She stared at the door transfixed, her cheeks wet with the tears that finally got the chance to release from her eyes.

Amara heard his words, but she didn't pay attention to how he used her maiden name. Always has, even after she married his brother.

She slept crying that night.

The next morning, she woke up; her eyes were red and puffy. She took a bath, and did her skincare, in hopes of neutralizing her face a bit.

Chloe had come to serve her breakfast in her bedroom only, said Grandfather Harvey has told her to rest for the day and not bother herself with work for now.

She would have argued but she didn't have any energy to do so. In fact she was thankful, she didn't have to face people showing sympathy and pity for her with a fake smile all day.

So she focused on eating her breakfast quietly for which she has no appetite for.

A certain Harvey is occupying her mind. The one that's not her spouse.


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Soon the sun was setting and she was still cooped up in her room. She didn't know what to do.

She was so sure of her decisions but last night changed everything.

Looking at her phone, she contemplates whether she should make a call to Jason or not.

In a last futile attempt, she swipes the screen up and opens the message app, intending to leave a text to him.

But she doesn't even know what she'll say.

Should she thank him for saving her last night?

Or question him, Why didn't he take things further with her?

All this while, he had been trying to sleep with her but she had always stopped him, almost every time.

It's not like she isn't attracted to him.

God, she is attracted to him like a moth to a flame.

But she is also aware that once she gets close to this flame, it will burn her.

It might have scared her in the past but now she was willing to be afraid if she could just have him.

Last night was a realization for her.

A realization of how insanely greedy she was for him, for his touch.

And if being in an affair with him was the only way she could have him for now then she'd have it.

After all, she isn't the only one cheating in this marriage.

The thought brought Luke back into her head.

How wonderful would it be if he knew she was sleeping with his brother?

The brother he despised.

It's not like she didn't see the way he was looking at her after that incident in the bathroom.

And his angry reaction once she mentioned getting into an affair with someone in the car.

The stares of people, filled with pity and sympathy as they looked at her were still etched in her brain.

She heard about how people laughed behind her back.

Luke's actions have made her a laughingstock in the whole community.

Every other popup from the news app on her phone mentioned her cheating husband.

It was Luke's mistake, his fault, his infidelity but people laughed at her.

Because she was the woman in the relationship.

A man could cheat and go around wearing the title like a fucking medal and no one called him out, but a woman gets cheated on and they all start blaming her.

It's always the woman's fault, she must have been unable to please him, she must have been too selfish to make time for him, blah blah blah.

But no, now she'd let him become the laughingstock.




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The darkness of the night fell and she waited for everyone to sleep.

In the middle of the night, when it was all quiet in the mansion with everyone going to bed.

She stepped out of her room, a red silk nightgown covering the sexy lingerie she wore underneath.

With quick steps, she made her way to the familiar corridor.

She stopped before his door and knocked on the wood lightly.

She took a few seconds to control her breathing.

Several seconds later, the door opened, and Jason met her eyes.

He looked at her with curious eyes.

But it didn't take long for him to understand what she was doing here.

He was about to close the door on her face but before he could she pushed her way inside.

Jason sighed and closed the door before turning to look at her.

“I believe it's not the way to your bedroom,” he said.

“It isn't.”

“Then leave.”

“I won't.”

"Amara, it's not the time to play games.”

“Who told you I'm playing games? I'm here for business,” she said and sat at the foot of the bed crossing her one leg over the other.

Jason's gaze flickered at her legs from the movement. Her long creamy legs were looking like an exquisite piece of art.

He swallowed a lump and removed his eyes away from her legs to her face.

Amara’s pink-painted lips were pulled in a smirk, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“What business?” He asked.


Shrugging her shoulders, she responded, “It's a deal, actually. A deal that will be beneficial for both of us,”

“And what are you offering is this deal per se?”

She stood up and walked towards him, her hips swaying with each step.

“Myself,” she replied, lifting her index finger and trailing it down his chest.

Her eyes locked with him.

Jason's hand suddenly caught her wrist, preventing her from making those patterns on his chest.

It was arousing him and he didn't want to think with his penis in this situation.

Amara didn't react to his actions and just smiled.


“And what will you get in return?” He asks again.

The mischief in her eyes is replaced by fire.

“I'll get revenge. On Luke Harvey,” she speaks in a whisker.

He stares at her for a moment before asking, “And what makes you think, I'll accept this deal?”

The fire in her eyes vanishes and her whole appearance takes on a seductive charm.

Fluttering her eyelashes at him, she steps in close until they are just an inch apart.

She lifts her feet so her lips are just millimeters away from his.

“Because I know you want me. I know you crave me just as much as I crave you. I know you'll say yes to this deal because only I have this effect on you,” She whispers over his lips and uses his distraction to slide her hand down from his hold before she cups his hardness.

She smiles and squeezes his cock over his sweats.

Amara loans to kiss him, but her lips barely touch his, when her head is pulled back by her hair.

She gasps and looks at him.

She knows she has got him.

He is looking at her with hooded eyes.

“You're sure you won't regret it?”He questions her, his breath fanning at her cheeks.

“I won't,” she replies back.

This time his lips pull in a smirk, “I'll make sure you do.”

With that, his lips find hers in a passionate kiss.

He gripped her waist and she hooked her arms around his neck replying to his kiss with the same passion.

There's a ferocity to the kiss that burns them.

Impatient hands roaming on each other's body trying to seek as much as they can.

They only stop when the need for oxygen burns their chest.

Her bottom lip slotted between his as they both breathed one another in.

Jason pushes them towards the bed until she is lying on the soft mattress with his body hovering over her.

Without further ado, his mouth finds her neck, sucking on her pulse point while her hands rub on his back.

Grasping at his nape, she lets out a moan when his lips start sucking at the weak spot under her ears.

Restless hands pick at his t-shirt, pulling at it.

She heard a husky chuckle from him before he raised his head up and sat with his knees on either side of her waist.

He pulled his t-shirt off and threw it somewhere on the side.

She raised her upper body on her elbow and looked at him with hooded eyes.

Jason bent down and shoved his tongue in her open mouth.

Her hands rubbed up and down his chest, as their tongues entwined.

She couldn't remember when her night robe was taken off.

But she shivered from both the cold air from the air conditioner and his gaze.

“You don't even have to do anything and you have me all hard and needy,” he murmured on her lips.

And the next moment, he was trailing kisses down the exposed chest.

“Fuck, Amara,” He whispered on her skin, sucking and biting on her nipples.

She clutched the bedsheets when he descended south.

Swears and curses left her lips when his mouth worked on her pussy.

His tongue dived deep into her hole while she moaned, asking him to go faster, harder.

The lewd sounds filled the room. Her body was enveloped in a rosy glow.

Moments later, she came apart with his fingers inside her walls.

“I need more,” she said as soon as she came down from her high.

“Certainly, sweetheart. I do too,” he said and stepped out of his sweats.

Naked and hard.

She swallowed a lump and reached for his length but he stopped her.

“Later. I need to be inside you, fucking now!”