The Wife He Thought He Could Erase.

Caught In His Own Guilt

“Sir, she’s here. Should I let her in?”

Riley asked nervously, darting her gaze around the office to avoid meeting Drake’s eyes. He turned, his expression cold as ice as he snapped,

“f**k! Let her in! Are you stupid or something?”

His voice startled her, cold as usual, and she nodded quickly before turning and walking back out.

“You can go in now, please,”

She said to the woman standing on the other side of the door. The lady nodded with a proud smirk etched across her lips as she stepped into the office.

Riley slowly shut the door behind her as the woman leaned against it, her head tilted slightly, watching Drake, who stood by the blinds, staring down below.

The woman who entered looked as if she belonged on the cover of a magazine.

In fact, she looked like a mannequin sculpted for high-end fashion — a masterpiece within a masterpiece.

She wore a long red silk dress paired with high red lace stiletto heels, a red wine-colored jacket draped over her arm while her hand held a black suede bag.

Her hair was swept back into a sleek, neat ponytail, held together by a gold hairpin that turned her hair into a statement piece on its own.

Her lips were painted with matching red lipstick, and bold blush accentuated her cheekbones. She didn’t look expensive—she was expensive.

She walked in with confidence, her shoulders held even higher than the CEO of the company, placing each step carefully so as not to step on a c***k in the floor.

She cleared her throat, catching his attention.

He turned, a smile spreading across his lips as he pulled out his chair and took a seat.

Tapping his thighs, he gestured for her to come closer, and she did. But instead, she walked toward the blinds and looked down instead, a laugh escaping her lips as she turned around.

“Is she still down there? That pathetic woman!” She exclaimed with a devious laugh.

Suddenly, Drake pulled her onto his lap, the chair sliding backward as she squealed excitedly in his arms.

When they came to a stop, she turned and cupped his face with both hands, gently pressing her lips against his.

She pulled back and pressed her lips softly against his one more time with a smile.

“I love that you’re mine,”

She said, always marking her territory as Drake bit his lower lip seductively.

“And I love that you drive me completely insane!”

He replied, slowly turning her around as she settled onto him properly, her legs on either side, her dress slightly lifted.

It was obvious they yearned for each other, not only physically but emotionally as well.

Slowly, he began slipping his fingers beneath her as she lifted herself slightly to give him access, and once he did, she sat back down.

She then leaned in, slowly pressing her lips against his neck as he shifted her underwear, slipping his index finger in and then adding his middle finger.

Her breathing grew sharper as she clenched her fist in his shirt, moaning softly as his fingers moved up and down in rhythm, his eyes closed as he kissed her shoulder.

She moaned louder, her head tilting back slowly as she reached her peak, collapsing flat into his arms as he slipped his fingers out with a satisfied expression, kissing her shoulder and her arm oke more time.

Slowly, she lifted herself up, pressed her lips softly against his before standing up.

With a smirk on her face, she turned and squatted as he unzipped her. She then rose to her feet, their gazes clashing with heat as she slid her dress down, followed by her black underwear, leaving only her brassiere on as she gently fell to her knees.

Still staring at him, she unbuttoned his pants and slowly unzipped them, pulling them down as he helped her unhook her brassiere, slipping it off and flinging it to the side.

And then stood up to make it easier.

Next came his boxers, and once he was completely bare, she grabbed his p***s and slowly took it into her mouth, her hands resting on his thighs while his fingers gripped her hair tightly, his head tilted back moaning softly.

Before he could react, she got to her feet quickly and sat on him, slowly sliding him inside her, her head tilted back, leaning against his chest as his right hand gripped her neck, squeezing.

When he squeezed gently, she touched his hand, giving him the signal to squeeze harder as he kissed her, moaning.

She gagged and moaned together, riding her hips up and down in a mix of pleasure and pain.

After they were done, and had reached their limit, they both collapsed into the chair, trying to catch their breath for about a minute before the lady turned.

“God, I love you!”

She exclaimed and stood up, but as she bent to pick up her dress, Drake pulled her closer, and she squealed, playfully tapping him.

“One more time Val, please!”

He begged, but she laughed, rolling her eyes as she got to her feet.

“You know I would, but not today. I have a meeting in about fifty minutes and I need to get ready,”

She said, putting on her underwear and then her dress as Drake dressed himself as well.

When they were finished, she grabbed her bag and turned to him, but as she leaned in for a kiss, he pulled her to sit on him again.

“Please stay, I’ll pay you,”

He said, but she laughed, wiping her lipstick off his lips.

“You can still send the money, but I have to go. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely make it up to you. Are you coming over tonight?”

She asked, and he smiled.

“Of course! Where else would I be?”

He asked, and she frowned.

“What about…?” But he cut her off.

“Nope. Don’t even ask,”

He said, and she burst into laughter, grabbing her jacket from the chair. She ran back to kiss him once again before leaving.

0I love you. I’ll see you tonight!”

She said as she blew a kiss at him while running for the door.

“I love you!”

She yelled like a teenager in lobe as she ran out excitedly, slamming the door behind her.

After she left, he stood to his feet to pull his pants up when he decided to look out the window, and this time his gaze met with Holand’s.

Immediately, he dropped to the ground, leaning against the wall, his head tilted, his eyes shut tight.

He knocked his fist against the floor in frustration.

“s**t! s**t! She saw me! f**k!”

He grumbled, still on the ground like a child who’s been caught doing something wrong.

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