Chapter 4 PRIVATE HELL

(AMELIA)

After a long day, they were back to their Cambridge mansion, back to her private hell.

She sat on her side of the bed, fully undressed. It was just her with the ache of wondering what it would feel like to truly enjoy your marriage whilst she slowly pulled the pins from her hair. She could hear him from his home office, attending to some important calls and awaiting what the tension from the boardroom would bring.

She had already freshened up, and I was trying to catch up with their son, Chance, who was on summer vacation with his cousins in Italy.

Six years ago, she gave birth to their son, Chance.

Giving birth to their son was the best moment of their union.

It was a stormy night, the kind the nurses 'said babies love to arrive in. She was in labor for sixteen hours and then had to opt for an emergency C-section. She could remember gripping George's hand so tightly.

He stood by her side the entire time, playing the perfect husband role, but he never was.

His hands trembled, and he cried so hard when he first held Chance, and when he turned to me, eyes glassy and full, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, and he kissed her forehead so gently.

"Thank you for this gift ... you did so well." His voice cracked, tears tripping down his cheeks, thick with emotion, raw in a way she'd never seen before.

It was fleeting, that version of him... Not as a husband but as a father...

And sometimes, on the harder nights, she still holds onto that one version of George. The one who showed up when it mattered most. The version she hasn't seen since that day 6 years ago.

She may question a lot of things about this sham marriage, the one that looks perfect on the outside but is far from perfect in private, about how we love, but never his love for Chance.

He adores that boy.

He reads his favorite book to him at night, teaches him how to tie shoelaces, corrects him gently when he misbehaves, and laughs like a boy himself when Chance says something ridiculous. "Even when we speak to each other with silence, I know Chance is safe. I know he's loved."

And that, oddly, brings her peace." George is a good father," she muttered.

When he stepped back into the bedroom, he walked over and kissed the top of her head like nothing had happened earlier. His hands went straight around her hips, sliding his hands down her firm and practiced. He pressed her back down to the mattress, gradually stripping her of her red pants as if she knew what the night had to offer, while his other hand was busy exploring her enormous boobs.

He took his hands and felt the warmth of her rusty vagina. It was deep, warm, and very wet, and she watched his tongue drag over her pussy. It was heaven; his tongue was pure magic.

"Is this happening? She whispers, "Oh my God" as she moans with intense pleasure, and her eyes darken with passion as their bodies touch.

He touched her like he was entitled to it, like her body was still something he could reach for without asking. His cock was hard in his boxer shorts; he took it out with one hand and laid his gigantic dick in her palm. She kissed it and rubbed it over her face.

Then she went on to put the whole cock in her mouth and began to lick his balls, aiming it towards the back of her throat. He was damn big...

These were rare moments, and she needed to utilize them well.

Her breasts felt heavy and swollen, and her pussy wet and open, ready to receive his cock; she couldn't wait any longer......

Then, with a cold laugh, he pulled away and said, "So you think you can get away with what you did in that boardroom after disgracing me in the presence of top executives and shareholders?

"Little Miss Harvard," he sneered. Rising off the bed, dragging the sheet with him as if to strip her of the last shred of dignity he had already stripped her of.

"Controlling the boardrooms in daylight, but now? Back under my control. Craving me. But you won't get it," he whispered, cruel satisfaction glinting in his eyes.

The heat he left between her thighs hadn't cooled. "George," she called softly, not begging.

"Why can't what happen in the boardroom stay in the boardroom?" She asked. It isn't my fault we were forced into this sham of a marriage. It's been 7 years; why can't you just get over this?"

He looked closer, eyes sharp. "This isn't even about the boardroom. I have tried to love you; I tried to forget her. Over the years, I have tried to build something real with you, but I can't just put myself into it."

"So, let's just keep playing the game, Amelia. You get to keep your part of the empire. I get my appearances. And we keep pretending this marriage is more than a stage."

"Next time," he said, his voice calm and razor-sharp, "if you want me inside you, you won't disrespect me during the day."

And with that, he walked out.