Charlotte "No jokes anymore, just facts."

I swallowed. I swallowed again. My whole body pressed closer to him, and my palms simply automatically laid on his large shoulders. Since Cade's words cut through the thick fog between us, it seemed like an eternity had already passed.

I remembered the words I wrote then. Only someone like me could mention sex when I left forever. Firstly, because it seemed to me that I would never see him. Secondly, I didn't think that he would remember these words, especially when I stabbed him with a knife twice in one evening. What? He's annoying, and I hate people who annoy me. Who knew that this can excites him.

Well, thirdly, you can't have sex with someone you hate. Even if he fucks good. Even if he is terribly attractive. And even if I didn't have an orgasm for almost a year. But all the arguments turned into empty words in my head when Cade leaned over.

"What?" His fingers dug deeper into my ass. "I thought that my wife is always responsible for her words." "It's so..." Realization again passed through me like an electric current. "What are you doing?" "We need to kiss." He hissed. "With you? I can only give goodbye kiss." I put my finger to his lips. "Are you going to leave and never come back or die?" "I'm willing to die for our kiss." Before I had time to gasp, my lips were already pressed against his.

Our lips touched with the force of disappointment, anger boiling between us like an electrical storm. It was not a kiss of love, but defiance - a battle in which each tried to outdo the other.

I moaned as his hands squeezed me tighter, not with tenderness, but with a burning need to prove something, to take control of the chaos between villains like us. I responded in kind, my nails digging into his back, brushing against the freshly stitched wound, pulling him closer even though I wanted to push him away. But it's stupid to deny that only with him can I experience this.

Our heat was undeniable, but it was not born of love - it was born of the fire we lit in each other, the flame of hatred burning brightly behind closed eyes. Because everything feels different. Not like it was the last time in our bed.

That's why none of us wanted to be the first to break away. The general breath was mixed, hot and sharp, teeth brushed against lips, as if everyone was trying to cause pain, trying to leave a mark. When we finally pulled away a short distance, it was not with a feeling of satisfaction, but with the bitter aftertaste of unresolved rage on our tongues, our hatred as palpable as the lingering heat of that forced, furious kiss.

"I just tried to kill you." I muttered again too close to his lips. "Now you're playing with fire." "We're not done yet." My mouth was dry again, he was about to throw me onto the sofa when we heard someone's fake cough.

My butt, which was already in the air during our unexpected act, the sound forced me to fall on it with all my strength, turning my head. "Be careful." Cade groaned. "It's not my fault that I excite you so much." I whispered, looking at the three people near the elevator.

Lizzie simply raised an eyebrow, but I was more attracted to John, who was clearly unconscious hanging on the shoulder of some stranger. "I told you they were going to fuck." He began to drag my husband along with him, sitting him on the second sofa next to us.

"God, what's wrong with him?" I wanted to get up, but Cade pressed me even closer to him, only now my back was pressed against his chest. "Sit down." "Fuck you." "We'll get back to this." His fingers deftly stroked my spine. "Why the fuck did you bring him here, Dean?"

"And what?" Dean shrugged, sitting down next to John, who seemed to be asleep? "Lin injected the sleeping pills as you said, but it's not so easy to carry it on yourself. Plus, you yourself said that we should all meet here."

"Well, looks like we came too early." She also sat down opposite us. "By the way, my name is Lin. I will help you." "I'm Dean." The guy smiled welcomingly. "But not only an assistant but also a friend." "You. Are. Not. A. Friend." "You hurt my heart." "Dean, you're so..." "Shut up everyone." I shouted. "What the fuck is going on?"

"Oh, so now you want to know the plan and not stick your tongue in our boss's mouth." I narrowed my eyes at Lin. "Roman, how does it feel to find out that your wife has another husband?" Well, she got me. I wanted to escape from Cade's clutches, but again I failed.

"Let me go!" "You need to calm down." I felt his dangerous gaze. "Shut up Lin if you don't want to die right on the spot." "I knew that if your Melissa showed up and it would be fun." Dean's laughter failed to penetrate my red haze.

I hit Cade's leg with my heel as hard as I could, breaking out of his cage. "Hey!" "Shut up!" I stood proudly above him, taking his jaw in my palm. "If you think that one kiss changed anything, then you are mistaken." I felt the force of his clenched jaw under my skin. "Even if I want this to happen again, then know that it's not you who will fuck me, but I who will fuck you. You will be my little slut."

I pushed away from him and looked around the room. Lin clearly no longer exuded the same confidence when she threw those barbs right in my face.

"If you haven't already remembered, I really am the queen of snakes, don't make me angry if you don't dream of being on the wall of my calculations." I smiled wryly and turned my attention to the girl. "And yes, if you open your mouth again, don't think that the fact that you are under Cade's power will help you. And if someone calls me Melissa again, the outcome will be the same. And even more so, I'm not his Melissa. Do you understand? The silence was very noticeable, but thanks to it I heard. "Are you serious? You're a slut!" Lin growled. "Don't you dare call her like that!" Cade next to me shouted even louder. "Hmm... maybe of course I have two personalities, two husbands and both their wallets, but you know...." When I came closer to her, I brushed a strand of her hair away from her face. "That doesn't mean I spread my legs for them, unlike you who do that to strangers, darling." "Shit." I heard Cade whisper and my fist immediately met her no longer perfect jaw.

I exhaled with relief, watching the blood illuminate her beautiful face. Oops, I think I touched her nose. I turned to the men who looked at me with their mouths open. "Well? I'm ready to listen to your plan at the table and we'll leave John to sleep here." I turned on my heel, knowing that they would follow me. "Is this what you meant when you said that you shouldn't make her angry?" I heard Dean whisper. "That's exactly what I meant. She's a dangerous thing." His answer made me chuckle. Exactly. It's better not to make me angry.

***

I sat at the head of the table looking at almost two strangers and the person I no longer wanted to see in my life. But I want to find out who this traitor is. Not because of him. But because of myself. And your pain in your heart.

"Don't worry, I didn't hit you hard." I looked at Lin who was holding a napkin near her nose. "It won't hurt so much tomorrow." She just looked at me angrily. "Don't worry, this is how I start a friendship." "And I like her." Dean whistled. "Are you finished?" I immediately became more serious looking at Cade from the other end of the table. "Let's begin then." A folder slid across the table and fell right into my hands.

"What is this?" I opened it with interest. "These are the 5 people who clearly have information on our traitor." "What do you mean?" "These are the people who moved in mafia circles, but someone helped them escape. And this is clearly the same person who is stealing from us."

"We need to talk to Alex first." "Don't you dare!" "Who is Alex?" I looked at Lin. "My brother." "And also the head of the Italian mafia." I rolled my eyes at Cade's comment. "Never mind."

"And by the way...what exactly do you want from me?" "Lin is responsible for information on all objects and when it's best to catch them... Dean manages the process with my business so that there is no suspicion, but here you and I..." "We'll be asking for information." I finished it for him. "Exactly, krasavica." Our war of views continued as if we were alone here. "Like old times."

They were very interesting and strange times, but the worst thing about it was that I liked them. Memories came flooding back to me when we were in a similar relationship until the moment I was able to love my monster.

"Why do I always find myself in such a situation when you appear in my life?" I look at the corpses around us. "Don't know. Fate?" "Punishment." I rubbed my forehead with my hand. "What do we do now?" He grabbed me by the waist, pulling me towards him. Too close. "Give me a couple of minutes, I still can't get over how beautifully you killed these guys." "Take your hands off if you don't want to be one of them." "Oh, continue your hateful flirting, sweetheart."

"Do you really remember our tradition?" I shuddered, realizing that I had been silent for too long. "Did you have a tradition?" Lin's question made me turn into a red tomato, feeling like I didn't have enough personal space. "This doesn't concern you." His cold voice immediately stopped this topic and thank God.

"So do you agree or what?" "Cade, Guarantees." I clasped my hands in front of me. "I need guarantees." "What do you want?" "I need a divorce, this penthouse and..." I looked at John in my sleep. "And money because obviously my second wallet will file for divorce tomorrow." "No." "As you wish." I rolled my shoulders slowly getting up. "And by the way, when John wakes up, feed him breakfast. He loves pancakes."

"Fine, fine, sit down." I smiled triumphantly. "You will have everything you want." "Deal and blood?" I squint and lower my ass back onto the chair. "Deal and blood." "Well done, good boy." "We're actually still here." They probably felt that something was changing at this table.

"You are, of course, a good manipulator, but until the moment I and my tongue come into play." He continued to ignore everyone except me.

"Oh, please! Your tongue is good at some things, but obviously not at talking." I noticed Lin gasped next to me while Dean covered his mouth with his hand in laughter. "I was just thinking the same thing about you." Cade said calmly, but his eyes burned with fire. "I'm glad that you still remeber my tongue." "Don't think too much. Your skills was good not perfect." I rolled my eyes. "Should I remind you right now to make sure you're lying?" "No!" Our partners shouted in unison. "Do it then." I said, not seeing his manipulation. If I take a step back, I will lose.

He looked at me with curiosity, but his gaze burned, no, he was killing me. I felt too hot from the understanding that we were both so stubborn that everything would really end with his tongue ending up on my pussy.

"Are you staying on the show or what?" His serious tone was clearly not addressed to me, but I brought my thighs together with the understanding that it was no longer possible to escape. And I already felt it when they both ran away quietly like rabbits, leaving us alone.

"So you doubt my abilities?" "I just have bad memories." I shrugged my shoulders. "Then if you are so brave, you will find yourself in my power and will remain silent for the next hour?" "Hour?" I scattered angrily. "You overestimate yourself too much." "I'm hungry for my wife." "But you hate me." "Just like you, but I absolutely love the taste of your pussy." He leaned forward, leaning on his clenched fist. "Or you were scared." "My mouth is shut." I demonstratively depicted the keys in the form of fingers, feeling that my serious and calm head did not coincide with my inner world at all.

"I love it when you are not afraid to take on my challenges." He began to roll up the sleeves of the shirt he had recently put on again. "Take off your heels." I silently did this, feeling the fatigue in my legs begin to recede with relief. "Now climb on the table and crawl to me."

I swallowed when my knees touched the cold wood of the table. I did it slowly, but the most important thing is that if from the outside it seemed that it was humiliating, then it was not. Because it is he who wants me to be in his power, but does not know that this is how I can defeat him only on enemy territory. How about winning but at the same time getting the long-awaited orgasm? Ideal option.

"Now you will be in my power for these two months." When I crawled straight to him. So the report begins. 8 weeks and I can finally divorce this man. The game has begun.