The Billionaire Tycoon’s Surprise Heir

2. Evan

It’s been a long week. Today was especially brutal dealing with investors who were threatening to pull out of the new project that would propel the Scott Group to the next level. For the last year, things have been so hectic since my plans to grow my main business started to come to fruition. It sucked, but I needed to do it to secure my family’s future.

I thought I would be able to relax and relieve my stress with my wife, but it looks like she was in some type of mood tonight. Frustrated with her talk of divorce, I make it clear that she didn’t have the power to bring this marriage to an end.

With more intensity than I planned, I kiss her punishingly. I reach around and grab her hair in the back grabbing harder as I pull her deeper into the kiss. I could feel her try and push me away, but I didn’t let up and use my other hand to grab her a**. A small part of me wanted to punish her some more. My frustration needed a release, and she looked extremely f**kable in her summer dress.

Releasing her from my hold, I push her away. I can see the desire in her eyes. I can hear her breathing heavily.

“Kneel,” I commanded.

I see a flash of defiance.

“You can’t be serious right now.” She crosses her arms over her chest.

“I won’t say it again, and you know I’m serious. Kneel.” I start unbuckling my belt. I can see her desire overriding all else. She kneels in front of me.

“Now, take my c**k in your smart little mouth and f**k it like a good wife should. You know how I like it.” I shove my c**k all the way to the back of her throat. F*ck, her mouth felt so good as it enveloped and sucked my c**k in, I want to burst.

I grab her by her hair with both hands and begin to f**k her mouth like I usually do. I love when she would gag on my length, and she would grab my a**. I don’t have to check to see that she is already soaking for me. I knew this was a sure way to get her going and get her to forget about divorce or whatever else she wanted to talk about. I pull out and start pumping my c**k with my hand. I tilt her head back so she can look up at me.

“Take my b**ls in your mouth.”

I know this gets her going even more. She takes it in her mouth as she takes over stroking me with her hand. She takes my length back in her mouth.

“I’m about to f**king c*m,” I roar. I thrust harder into her mouth and still as I hit the back of her throat. “Look up at me. Swallow my f**king c*m. All of it.” She complies.

“Do you like being f**ked in the mouth like that? Do you like swallowing my c**” I asked harshly.

“You know I do…” she whispers.

“Show me how much,” I demanded. I watch as she pulls the hem of her dress up a bit so I could see her slide her hand up her inner thigh and slip right inside her silky underwear. “That’s right, baby. Now show me how wet you are.”

She brings her fingers up to show me. Yes. Glistening. I take her fingers in my mouth and suckle. “Delicious.”

She blushes. I pull her up from her kneeling position and pick her up to sit her down on top of my wooden desk. I bunch the hem of her dress up and bring it up and pull her p**ties off her. “Now, spread your legs so I can see. That’s right…. Show me how much you want my c**k using your fingers.”

She uses her fingers to circle around her cl*t first. She moans. I can feel my d**k getting hard again. She dips two fingers inside before bringing it back out to circle her cl*t again. She brings it back inside and thrusts it in and out. My c**k is rock hard again.

I grab her hand and bring it up to her face. “Taste.”

She takes her fingers in her mouth. She is f**king perfect.

I kneel positioning my head between her legs. I grab her thighs with my hands as I bring my mouth closer to her p***y. I run my tongue up and down her core, over and over again, just like how I knew she loved it. More moans.

“Oh my god, Evan…” I love when she screams my name. I love her taste even more.

I stand and step out of my boxers and pants. “Bend over the desk.” I tell her huskily.

I stare at her as she is bent over my wooden desk. Not the first time, but even so – every time gets me. Her a** looks so good.

“Spread you’re a** cheeks for me and don’t let go.”

She reaches and spreads using both hands. Beautiful. I position myself behind her and thrust into her soaking p**sy all the way to hilt.

“Evan!”

I take my c**k back out and slap her a** with my hand. A moan escapes from her. I drive my length back and pound deeply into her repeatedly. I continue to slap her a** with every thrust.

“Take my f**king c**k. Tell me how much you want it.”

“Oh god, Evan. I love your c**k. You make me feel so good.” She screams.

I drive faster and harder into her. The solid wood desk budges with every hard thrust.

“Please…Fill me up!”

I feel her walls clenching me tight, milking my c**k.

I empty into her.

At some point, we eventually make it back to our bedroom where I f**ked her one more time before she passed out from exhaustion. Leaving her sleeping, I head back to my office to grab my cell phone just in case there was an emergency at the office. There were a few missed calls and many text messages from Lena. Concerned, I call her back right away not bothering to read the texts.

“Hey Lena, is everything okay?”

“I was worried when you didn’t call back. Anyway, did you see the texts I sent?”

“No, not yet. I called before I could.”

A pause.

“You may want to look through them.”

Another pause before she softly says, “I’m sorry, Evan.”

I didn’t answer. I put her on speaker. Quickly, I look through the texts. A couple of them were photos and a few of them were videos. I was stunned.

“Evan, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I am good. Let me call you back.”

I don’t bother to wait for a reply. I hang up.

I view the first video and the next and the next.

I don’t even bother to pour myself a glass of the most expensive scotch in my collection, I just chug straight from the container.

I replay the same video over and over again. I look at the same photo over and over again. I stare at the papers in front of me. It all makes sense now—why she wanted to divorce. She had someone else. My grip tightens on the pen I am holding. I stop millimeters short of signing the paper. How does one just end something with a signature?

I look back at the photo on my phone screen. My heart feels like it’s been chucked in the blender. With resolve, I sign.

And then, everything went black.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but I see the hints of sunlight peeking through the blinds. My head felt like I was hit by a truck. I need to get my s**t together. With that, I get my a** up from my office couch.

Avery is in the kitchen in an oversized t-shirt of hers that we got from the first concert we attended together. She is sipping iced coffee from the coffee shop a couple of blocks away.

She looks up and smiles at me. “Hey, babe. I have something to tell –” She trails of the smile fading from her face turning into a look of worry. “Are you okay?”

I chuckle bitterly. “Am I okay?” I move in closer to her holding up the papers. “Let me see. You bring up divorce last night. You were so serious that you even gave me these papers. But, now after I f**ked you over and over so good last night—you seemed to forget this?” I make sure to wave the papers in front of her.

“Evan, you need to hear me out.” She starts with tears glistening. “I’ve been so lonely for so long. I didn’t know what to do or think anymore.”

I can’t believe she was trying to rationalize everything she has done. Her unfaithfulness.

“You think that is some excuse for what you have done to us?!” I couldn’t help but boom out. “I can’t even f**king look at you the same anymore. Everything about you screams wh**e who decided she wanted to throw her vows out the window when things got too f**king hard.”

I throw the signed divorce papers at her. I can’t even look at her without feeling like I was going to throw up. My head is spinning. My chest tightens.

“Evan...” Her voice makes me feel even more sick than I already do.

“No, I don’t want to hear anything else from you. Get out of my house. I never want to see you again. There is nothing that I could want from you anymore. All I want is to make your life f**king miserable, but I won’t do that out of respect of the marriage we had. But know that I will not do anything else for you aside from what’s in our divorce agreement. I want you out before I come back from London. You’re nothing to me.” I look at her with contempt before leaving the room. As I walk away, I hear her calling for me. I don’t bother to look back.