The Comeback of a Stad

3. A Dramatic Exit

AYRA

“Open your eyes and watch me,” he groaned, his voice was low and commanding. My eyes snapped open, locking with his as I nodded breathlessly.

He pushed forward but slowly and gently at first. He was giving me time to adjust to his thick c**k before he started stretching me inch by inch. It was overwhelming, almost too much to handle, but I couldn’t get enough.

“Godd!” he groaned

I gasped, my p***y tightening around him, begging for more, wanting him to move.

He grinned, then slowly withdrew before thrusting back in. My breath caught as I felt him fill me again, deeper this time. The sensation of him inside me was intoxicating, and I couldn’t stop myself from meeting his thrusts, matching him stroke for stroke.

I could feel the tension building inside me again, my body was on edge, spiralling towards another orgasm. His pace quickened, his hips slamming into mine, making the desk groan under us. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, so intense I could barely think, barely breathe.

His hands gripped my hair, tugging my head back, exposing my neck as he kissed me there, biting gently, making me moan louder. It was all too much, and not nearly enough.

My fingers dug into his back, my nails trailing down to grip his firm ass, pulling him even deeper. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind him, desperately holding onto him as if I could keep him inside me forever.

“You feel amazing,” he said with a voice evidently thick with need

His lips found mine again, kissing me fiercely, his tongue making its way into my mouth. His hands tangled in my hair, holding me in place as he kissed me with growing urgency. Then, without warning, his hand moved down, finding my c**t again, rubbing it in circles that pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

I couldn’t hold on much longer and the orgasm hit me hard, my p***y clenching around his c**k. my body shook with the intensity of it.

“Ughhhhh,”

And with one final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside me, his c**k pulsing as he came, filling me with warmth. He collapsed on top of me, his breath hot and heavy against my skin.

As my body trembled from the force of my climax, I couldn't help but think about how I'm definitely gifting Brielle a pink Hermes Kelly, for her birthday this year.

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I woke up with eyes burning into my soul. My amazing partner from the previous night looked at me with a blank expression on his face.

I jumped out of bed as I realised how late I was going to be. I needed to leave before 10 p.m., and the time was nine.

As I grabbed my dress, I felt a tug against it.

“You’re just leaving without a word?” His voice broke me out of my rush

I turned to give a blank stare. “Yes, I am. I need to leave now,” I said. “Hand me my dress.”

I stretched out my hands expectantly.

He stood up, and for a second I thought he was going to hand it to me, but he ignored me.

“What’s the rush? Got someone waiting for you at home?” he questioned, one brow raised.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you. And besides, why do you care? You’ve done your job already. I’ll pay you, and even tip you extra before I leave. Now hand it over,” I snapped, stepping closer to reach it.

He raised the dress above his head and grinned.

“Cold and brutal. You’re not even giving me a chance after pouncing on me last night?”

“What are you getting at? I really don’t have time for this. I have somewhere to be.” I groaned.

“So you’re giving me the f**k-and-flee treatment? Didn’t see that coming from you, cupcake.” He purred. “Here you go, sugar.”

He tossed me the dress.

I had no time to process the crap he just said. I put the dress on hastily, found my bag, and sent a quick text to Brielle telling her I was fine. One to Raven followed—she was expecting me.

“What’s your account?” I asked, not sparing a glance.

He chuckled roughly. “Consider this service, on the house.”

“Don’t try to play it cool. I’m sure you need the money. You know what…”

I opened my purse. “Here’s three thousand cash.”

He looked at me incredulously.“I don’t need your—”

I didn’t let him finish. I slammed the cash on the table and dashed out. I didn’t have time for this.

I paid for the hotel room and made my way to finish the last phase of my crazy split from Chris.

*****

I stepped into the hall with Raven by my side, dressed in a simple black Chanel two-piece and dark sunglasses.

As I walked in, the questions and camera flashes started immediately.

“Mrs. Yaldon, is it true you’re planning to leave Chris?”

“What caused the Golden Couple to split?”

“How will the Yaldon family deal with the fallout affecting their stock?”

“Is this all for show?”

I expected all of this.

After all, I set up this press conference.

I wanted to hit the Yaldons where it hurt and what better way than a public announcement that I divorced Chris because I caught him with my step sister… and they were planning to get married.

I could visibly see the veins in Olivia's head popping.

Little Miss Perfectionist was about to lose her mind.

As the eldest daughter of a conglomerate empire, Olivia was a nightmare.

I cleared my throat as I took the stand.

“My name is Ayra Smith. I’m here to tell the public and especially my fans, who have always supported me the truth before they hear it elsewhere. I owe them that. Let’s begin with the questions. I’ll answer all I can today.”

All the reporters raised their hands, eager to get their scoop.

I chose a young woman in the middle wearing a green top and a messy bun.

“We got intel that you asked for a divorce. Is that true? And can you tell us the reason why?” she asked eagerly.

I smiled and took off my glasses.

“Yes, I divorced Chris Yaldon, who was more than happy to sign the papers—because he’s in love with, and happy with, my sister.”

I continued firmly, “Why ever would I come between the greatest feeling on earth?”

The room exploded.

“Your sister?”

“How did you find out?”

“Can you live without him?”

“Can’t you fight for your marriage?”

“Is this all some sort of misunderstanding?”

The questions came fast, loud, and relentless.

But we were ready.

Raven’s planted reporter raised her hand, and I pointed to her immediately.

“So what are your plans now, after leaving the marriage? You retired from the movie industry for it,” she asked.

“Thank you for that question.

I’m also here to announce that I won’t be in charge of the Yaldon family’s art division or their charity foundation anymore.