Flowers of Desolation

Chapter 5

Valerie's POV (Fate)

My heart skipped a beat the very moment I saw him at the bar. I admired him, and I was instantly drawn to him. I couldn't help but feel a strong desire to have him all to myself even before he noticed me.

My cheek reddened as I thought about him. After much contemplation, I finally resigned myself to my fate and agreed to stay married to him. It was obvious that there was no escape, so I decided to embrace my new life and make the most of it.

“Val, you should stay happy,” I whispered into the air. I took a deep breath and vowed to find happiness in my unexpected circumstances.

As I settled into my new life, I could not help but wonder at the worth of wealth that surrounded me. The mansion was grand with crystal chandeliers and a marble floor that seemed to stretch on for eternity.

The mattress frame was made from expensive wood, and the mattress was one that sucks off all your stress after a long day.

The artwork on the wall is exceptional. Those you rarely come across it, it cannot be seen everywhere.

As days turned into weeks, I became more comfortable with my new life. Bradford was kind and attentive not all the time though, but he was possessive and controlling in the details of my day. He didn't mind knowing every single thought that crossed my mind, plus he never hesitated to use his wealth and influence to get what he wanted.

As days passed, I learned to navigate through the complexity of Bradford's character and world. I was starting to enjoy the joy and benefits that come with being a wife to the most wealthy and influential young businessman, who is good-looking and admired by both the young and old women on the streets of New York.

It was a thing of joy and pride for me to be called his wife.

One of the cold evenings he returned from a work trip, I was dressed in a long high-above-the-knee slit black gown with a spaghetti hand. I intentionally left my breast braless for my n*****s to shoot out through the body hugging dress.

We have not been intimate for days now because he has been out of town and just got back, so I thought of spicing things up for him at night, actually not for him alone but for myself too.

I was standing by the doorside when he walked in.

“Welcome husband,” I said softly, with a gentle bit at the corner of my lips.

He sniffed and smiled softly, “what's the occasion? You scent…” he sniffed deeply.

“Well… let me help you with that,” I said, and took the briefcase out of his hand.

“Dinner is ready, you should shower while I set the table,” I said and turned to walk away.

He pulled me back and enveloped me in his embrace, showing his dominance.

“Wifey…” he said as he locked his gaze into mine.

“The table can wait, I want to have you,” he added softly, running his fingers through my hair.

My ever alive hormones came running down, I giggled at the tickles of his fingers on my neck down to my shoulder.

He leaned in and grabbed my mouth into his, giving it a soft suck. I responded to the kiss, and we kissed passionately following the rhythm of our heartbeats.

The space was filled with desire, and as we kissed I felt his hands tracing my back line down to the curves of my hips while his tongue explored the corners of my mouth. We enjoyed each other's juice.

Fluid came running down into my panties as his hand traced its way into my panties, he gave my vulva a soft massage which intensified the tickles in my p***y.

Ahhh… I moaned ecstatically as his fingers did magic on my chest while his other hand got to my boobs.

He groaned softly as I grabbed his rising arousal, stroking it gently from his pants.

Controlled by our rushing hormones and the growing desire within us exploded, we undressed ourselves and enjoyed each other's warmth, we made love at the spot in the sitting space, exploring each other's bodies.

He tightened his grip on me as he poured out all of his c*m inside of me.

We laid back gasping for air, the pulse in my panties decreased with every breath I inhaled and exhaled deeply.

He intertwined his left finger into my right fingers, stapling a gentle squeeze into them.

That was crazy, I thought.

“Let me set the table,” I said, trying to get out of where I was lying.

He stood up and stamped a quick and soft peck on my forehead, he went upstairs while I went straight into the kitchen.

By the time he came out in a loose burberry short and matching sleeveless shirt, the table was ready, and we all together dived into dinner. Desire and affection lingered in the air as we enjoyed the meal.

“You're a very good cook,” he said, as he chewed his beef.

“Thanks,” I replied with a smile on my face, and sipped from my cup of juice.

In the middle of the meal, the doorbell buzzed, my eyes beamed at the sound of the doorbell. Who could it be by this time? I thought and pressed my phone's power button for time. My surprise doubled when I realized that it was fourteen minutes past eight pm.

Bradford read my expression and smiled softly, “let me get the door,” he said to walked head-on to the door.

“Hello sugar,” An unfamiliar female voice echoed in the space.

“What are you doing here?” Bradford asked. I could sense that he was trying hard to prevent me from hearing.

But after a few minutes,I caught up with him at the door, with a dark pink-dyed haired lady, who looked a little older than me.

“I can see,” she said, giving me an up and down look.

She pushed Bradford aside and walked into the house.

She let out an audible sigh of relief, “Whoa…not much has changed here.

Bradford and I looked at her with so much surprise.

“Sugar, why are you looking at me that way?” she asked.

“Stop staring and get my luggages upstairs, I have come to possess what is mine” she said and giggled. While she stared at me, she hugged him and deepened a kiss on his lips.

“Let's go upstairs, we have a lot of catching up to do,” she said, rubbing her fingers around his n*****s.

I took a steadying breath, as my stomach churned with anxiety and my palms became sweaty. At the same time, a battle raged within me as I watched another woman walk into my matrimonial home and play silly with my husband.

Why is he silent? Why am I lost? What exactly is it that gave this b***h the audacity to pull such an act? Who is she?