Billionaire Heiress Wanted A Divorce

Chapter 2 Cheating Pleasure

　　(Maxwell’s POV)

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　　I sat in my car, gripping the steering wheel with both hands, staring blankly at what lay outside the windshield. The heavy rain did not bother me as it turned the world outside the car into a blur of the afternoon light.

　　The fast-paced pounding of my heart matched the sound of the raindrops hitting the roof of my car. I lied to Layla again. And I knew if let me choose again, I would still do the same.

　　I was driving to meet a big client but at the same time, she was also my secret affair. Scarlett Thompson, the woman I had been seeing for the past couple of months.

　　I knew I was not on the right way. But cheating with Scarlett just felt so damn thrill! Every time I saw her, the rush of adrenaline had undeniably grown my desire for her. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see from the back of my eyelids was the image of Scarlett lying naked on the bed, spreading her legs and waiting for me to touch her. Her dark eyes were filled with a mischievous spark that drew me closer to her each time I looked at them. An invisible chain, wrapping me to do her bidding.

　　I was having fun with Scarlett in my dream that morning but the moment I woke up, I realized the one before me was Layla. My desire cooled almost instantly.

　　That doesn't mean I don't love Layla anymore. Layla was still my wife, my partner, and the woman who stood by my side when I had nothing. She had trusted me, believed me, and loved me all those years. I loved her being my wife. But things just got a little different in the past year.

　　Layla used to be my goddess. But I didn't expect she'd become so heavy in just a year. For the first time, I realized some people can grow as fast as a pig. I don't mean to be rude. But it's true I couldn't get aroused to her as easily as I did to Scarlett.

　　Scarlett was everything that Layla was not – wild, unpredictable, and someone who had pulled me out of my monotonous marriage. I felt alive when I was with her and the things she could do in bed made me want her to be mine. Only mine.

　　It all began at an investment meeting about eight months ago. It was not easy for me to not be attracted to Scarlett, a pretty and sexy woman who had the confidence that Layla lacked. My business partner, Samuel Weber had warned me about keeping my relationship strict for business dealings with the business with Scarlett's father. For several months, I had done that although my d**k got hard so easily by just thinking about Scarlett every night.

　　Scarlett’s body was a masterpiece, sculpted by divine hands. Her curves were perfectly balanced, the kind that would make any man turn heads and longed to touch her. The way her dress hugged her figure would leave me just enough to the imagination, hinting at me at what was beneath it. My heart would race when she was near giving me her scent that was intoxicatingly sexy. I longed to touch her, to be close to her in a way I no longer felt for Layla.

　　Then, on one business trip, she boldly kissed me. That simple kiss had set my heart pounding like a virgin who was waiting nervously to f**k a girl.

　　Wetting my lips, I recalled her saying, “No one needs to know. I just want to have some fun. Not marriage that I’m seeking”

　　And that was our turning point. Though I had told her that I was married, she did not mind at all and told me she knew that I had feelings for her too.

　　After seeing her stripped her clothes from her body, we had s*x that night in my hotel room. From what was supposed to be a one-night stand, ended up being a multiple time I had cheated on Layla. So many times, had I lied to Layla saying I had late-night meetings with clients, but I was actually f*****g Scarlett.

　　I knew it was unfair to Layla. But my affair with Scarlett wouldn't be forever. Sooner or later, I'd return to the family. The family I built with Layla. Layla will always own our marriage but Scarlett will own my body and desire for now. I swore I would return to be a good husband and a good father after I got tired of this little dirty secret. I knew Layla would wait for me. She loved me heartedly. I was her whole world.

　　I ordered a bunch of flowers for Layla, hoping it would calm her disappointment towards me that morning. It was our anniversary, I should at least spend the evening with Layla. Maybe I would try to have s*x with her, though I had to get my d**k up by imagining she was Scarlett under me.

　　I checked my phone and scrolled through dozens of pictures that Scarlett sent me, teasing me with her sexy nude pose. I found myself being addicted to the s*x games that she played with me.

　　We had done things that I never tried with Layla and at places where I never dared to f**k a woman. Smiling, I recalled Scarlett convinced me to f**k her in the backseat of a theater and on several occasions at the park at night. It was exhilarating and I loved every moment I spent time with Scarlett. I couldn't wait to see her.

　　As I reached Scarlett’s penthouse, I raised her keycard and took a deep breath. I already texted my secretary I was having an important meeting outside so that the office wouldn't call to disturb my time with Scarlett.

　　Entering her home, I closed the door behind me and called to her, “Scarlett?”

　　“Baby –” she came running to me wearing a thin layer red nightgown that surely had nothing else worn underneath it.

　　“You came” she then kissed me passionately making all my problems wash away.

　　“Scar, what’s the urgency that you want me here?” I whispered while breathless, feeling her hand already slipping inside my pants. I groaned in desire with my hands cupping her round perfectly shaped bottom.

　　“I had just gotten you a new order and now –” her tongue teasing my earlobe down to my neck, “I want my prize”

　　One thing I loved about Scarlett was the business I had with her came with pleasure. Grabbing her neck with my right hand, kissed her passionately and carried her to her room.

　　Our lips met and a rush of emotions overwhelmed us both. The world outside disappeared as we lost ourselves in that moment. I led her to lay on her plush bed, our movements were fluid and urgent.

　　The atmosphere in the room was intoxicating with lust, every teasing touch by her ignited a fire in my body. I could see the desire in her eyes, needing me to be inside of her. A mischievous smile danced on her plump red glossy lips inviting me to kiss her passionately. “Oh, Max” her sultry voice met with her erratic breathing.

　　I kissed her body from her neck down to her thigh, loving every inch of her smooth silky skin. She bit her lips and spread her legs showing a tiny red panty that was barely covering her shaved p***y. My heart was beating fast and all I wanted was to taste her at her most sensitive folds.

　　Using my teeth, I had untied the strings of her panty and removed it hastily, “I want you, baby. I want all of you”

　　Before my tongue reached her wet p***y, she moved her thigh deliberately teasing me with her sexy giggle, “Max, I want to spend the whole night having you.. inside of me. But (she sighed), would your wife be unhappy that you are not at home on your anniversary?”

　　She pouted her lips and bat her long lashes at me. I chuckled and moved to give her a rough kiss, sending her back on the bed. My finger was caressing her folds making her ready to receive my already erected and hungry d**k.

　　“Baby, my wife is a meek wife, and she will never find out about us. Don’t worry about her. I then whispered close to her ears, “You should worry about what I will do to you tonight”

　　I then slipped my hardness deep inside of her, sending her crying out with pleasure. I loved the way her body moved with mine, knowing very well how I wanted her to move with me.

　　“Max, tell me if I’m better in bed than her” her voice was sultry, like a beautiful symphony playing my ears. I nodded after I gave her a hard thrust causing her to arch her back to be closer to my body.

　　“Layla is too heavy to move like you, baby. You are a Goddess”

　　I could feel her licking my jawline and teasing me with the tip of her tongue on my lips. “Go on. Tell me how much you want me”

　　“I have to imagine your beautiful face and body when I f**k my wife. I could not get it up if I see her face and not you” I guessed what I said had excited her. It made her moved swiftly to be on top of me, tracing her tongue down on my d**k.

　　Feeling her taking in my whole d**k in her mouth, I thought my heart was going to explode with the intensity of pleasure that I was feeling. Layla, could never gave me that kind of pleasure.

　　I then looked at her when she was slowing down, “What’s the matter, baby?”

　　“We can’t be doing this anymore, Max. Our secret will be out”

　　“You said that the last time and here we are again, on your bed” I loved feeling her soft breasts rubbing on my chest. Her n*****s hardened as I circled them with my tongue.

　　Soon later, she was on top of me again, wanting control of our pleasurable moments. Feeling her softly entering me, and shyly pulled away, I knew she was teasing me another time. “I want you to be mine, Max”

　　“I’m already yours” I said before I penetrated deeply inside of her making her moan loudly. I wanted her so badly that I could no longer wait for her to play her game this time. It did not take long for me to explode inside of her.

　　But that was not the end.

　　After the long hours of s*x, I had to call it to an end as the day was turning into night. I needed to return home to my wife. However, Scarlett was acting a little differently that night.

　　“Don’t go, baby” her voice was low and husky. I wanted to move away from her but caught in her another seductive act.

　　“Max, I want you to divorce her and marry me”