Beg Me, My Ex-Husband

CHAPTER 4

TYRON

TYRON was sitting on the sofa, his body bare, his legs spread wide. In front of him was the woman who had offered herself to him in exchange for her father's debt to keep him out of jail.

To be honest, a hundred thousand was just nothing to him, it was just pocket change, something his company could earn in minutes. But the beautiful blonde in front of him offered herself to him. And who was he to refuse? He needed pleasure. He needed a woman to warm his bed and relieve his stress. s*x relieved his stress from all the things he was thinking about.

"What are you still standing there for? I don't like to be kept waiting. Come closer to me. Pleasure me, Miss Green," he said in a hoarse voice, touching the thing between his legs.

He couldn't wait to have his release. He was stressed today and he wanted to forget for a while.

"Come here and kneel," he said as Emilia slowly approached him. The lady was only wearing a shirt and tight pants, but Tyron could see the sexy curves of her body. He could imagine her on top of him, grinding while he squeezed her waist with lust.

He saw the hesitation in Emilia's grey eyes. But Tyron didn't care. He didn't care because, first of all, she was the one who approached him and begged him. He didn't force her.

"What do I do?" she said to him sharply. Tyron knew Emilia was a bold woman. She wasn't afraid to talk back to him. And sometimes he didn't like that. He wanted a woman who would just follow him. A woman like an angel, who would only nod and say yes to everything he said and asked her to do.

"I told you to pleasure me. Satisfy me tonight," he said and reached for the back of Emilia's head and without warning brought her face closer to his hard manhood.

"Oh f**k!" He couldn't help but moan when the tip of it touched her soft lips. It only brushed against her, but Tyron felt a shock that made his body burn even more.

He felt Emilia tense up. So he caressed her cheeks. "Chill, Miss Green. You won't get hurt for what you're doing. Now, I want you to open your mouth and put my d**k inside it," he said vulgarly.

Emilia closed her eyes and slowly opened her lips. When the tip of his manhood finally touched her lips, Tyron gasped.

He leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes. It really relieved stress when he was being pleasured.

"It's hot inside your mouth," he said when Emilia finally took the tip in. He opened his eyes and watched her do it.

"Move your head," he told her while she was still closing her eyes. He also grabbed Emilia's head and guided her movement. Her right hand was on his thigh and he reached for it and placed it on his manhood. "Move your hand too. Don't you know what you're doing?" Tyron noticed that he had been telling her what to do for a while now.

Emilia stopped what she was doing. "I-I know," she said.

"Do it better," he said and watched her again. Tyron opened his legs wider. When he wasn't satisfied with Emilia's pleasuring him, he reached for her breast and played with it.

"f**k! So soft! I want to suck you. Get up..." He made Emilia stand up and then made her sit on his lap, he didn't care about the jeans she was wearing.

"Don't stop moving your hand while I pleasure you," Tyron said and immediately lifted Emilia's shirt while her hand remained on his manhood, going up and down.

He took off her bra and looked at her breasts and the pink tips. He caressed them, Emilia flinched. And when he brought one to his lips, he heard her muffled moan.

"Ah!" It was obvious that she was holding back her moan.

Tyron was satiating himself on Emilia's breast. His mouth and tongue moved alternately, sucking and licking the top of it. Soon, when he felt that he was close to the peak, he helped Emilia’s hand on his manhood. He also took the tissue from the glass table. A moment later, he reached his peak.

"Damn!" he said, gasping for breath, then leaned back on the sofa. He closed his eyes.

"Do you have anything else you want me to do?" he heard Emilia ask. She had already gotten off him.

He opened his eyes again and saw her fixing her bra. But Tyron couldn't help but notice the red marks he left on her.

"Go home," he said in a cold voice and closed his eyes again. He had his release now, and that was enough for him.

He heard the door open and close. When he was sure Emilia was gone, Tyron got up and went to the bathroom. He took a shower. After that, he only wore a white towel around his waist as he walked out and went to the bar counter, grabbing a bottle of wine from the cellar. He went back to the room and went to the balcony.

He just stared at the city lights when his phone rang. He looked at it from where it was lying on the glass table. The caller ID was not registered. So he just let it die. A moment later, he received a message from an unregistered number.

Hey handsome, want to have some fun tonight? I'm available and so is Tricia. Give me a call if you want.

At the end of the message was a wink emoji.

But instead of replying, Tyron ignored the message and blocked the number. Yes, Tyron had flings. But he had rules he followed. Once he slept with a woman, he wouldn't repeat it.

And now that he had an agreement with Emilia Green, he would break it. He would tire of her body and take advantage of her one hundred thousand debt before moving on to other women.

Tyron wasn't like this before. In fact, he was a one-woman man. When he liked a woman, he made sure she was the one he would marry. And it happened. He had a relationship with a woman. They lasted seven years. Tyron poured everything into it, he gave everything and his world revolved around her. For the past seven years, he did nothing but love her. But she still left him and traded him for her career. She didn't have time for him anymore and she thought he would only ruin her career.

"Damn! It's been a year, Catriona," Tyron muttered and took another sip of wine. His grip on the glass tightened.

It had been a year since he and his beauty queen ex-girlfriend broke up. But no matter what Tyron did, he couldn't forget her. He turned his attention to any woman he could. But at the end of the day, before he fell asleep, she was always on his mind. He was thinking about his plans to marry her and start a family with her, which came to nothing.

Catriona was also the reason he accepted Emilia's offer. He wanted to interact with other women every night to forget her. It was also perfect because Emilia and Catriona had different physical appearances. Emilia is blonde with grey eyes, while Catriona is brunette with green eyes. Maybe he would forget his ex-girlfriend.

Maybe that's why he couldn't move on because ever since he and Catriona broke up, all his flings were green-eyed brunettes. And now, it was time to finally forget Catriona. He would use Emilia to move on.

"I'll try to forget you," Tyron said with a smirk as he stared at his glass of wine and played with it. "But if you ever come back, I won't hesitate to take you back. Damn Catriona! I love you that much," he added and finished the wine.

When he felt drunk, he went to the bedroom and lay down on the bed.

Tyron missed the old him. It was tiring to pretend he was okay.

He closed his eyes. Tyron was about to sleep when his phone buzzed again. When he saw that the message was from Emilia Green, he smirked.

***

EMILIA

"WE’RE here."

Emilia, lost in thought, looked at Mark from the backseat.

"H-huh?" she said.

Mark didn't respond. He just turned to look out the window. Emilia did the same and noticed that they were already in front of their house.

"Thanks for the ride," she said and opened the backseat door after unbuckling her seatbelt.

"I'll pick you up again tomorrow," Mark said before she could get out of the car.

She furrowed her brow. "What time? I have classes tomorrow."

"I'll take you to school. It's his orders. Starting today, while you're under contract with Boss Tyron, I'll be your driver."

"Why? To watch my every move? Tell him I won't run away from my family's debt," that was all Emilia said before she got out of the car and went inside their house.

As she reached the front door, she sighed. Here she was again, acting like everything was okay in front of her family.

When she entered, she found Henry sitting on the sofa. When he saw her, he immediately stood up.

"Henry. Why aren't you asleep yet? It's almost eleven," she said as she approached him and kissed him on the cheek.

"I was waiting for you. You're coming home this late for the first time. Did your work with Tyron start?" he asked.

Emilia nodded.

"I'm sorry, daughter, if you're the one sacrificing for my debt. You're already tired from school, your part-time job, and now with Tyron on top of that. I'm really sorry," Henry said shyly.

"Don't think about it, Dad. Don't worry about me. The important thing is that you're here. How's Marie? How is she?" she asked in a forcedly light voice.

"Your mom is asleep. She was looking for you earlier. I told her you were at work. And she's doing well. She's improving every day. Just don't startle her or surprise her because it could affect her heart.”

She nodded. That was the most important thing, that her mom was okay. "I'll just check on Marie."

Emilia went to her parents' room. She found Marie already asleep in bed. She just kissed her mother on the forehead and then went out of the room.

"Did you have dinner? I'll serve you," Henry said.

"Thanks Dad. But I'm full. I'm going to rest," she said, even though the truth was she hadn't had dinner yet. She wasn't in the mood to eat. She was thinking about what happened in the penthouse earlier.

Emilia collapsed onto her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. She let out a heavy sigh.

"You shouldn't cry about what happened earlier. You need to be strong because your sacrifice is for your mom," she whispered to herself.

She knew what she did to please Tyron was normal for other people. But doing it in exchange for debt made her feel dirty. Emilia didn't want to judge herself though. She did it for her family.

She closed her eyes. But the moment she did, the heated scene in Tyron's penthouse flashed before her eyes. From kneeling between his legs, sitting on his lap, kissing her chest until he reached his climax.

Emilia got up and went to the bathroom. She took a shower, with tears streaming down her face.

"Make sure this is the last time you cry, Emilia. Be brave and accept the price Tyron demands," she said, facing the mirror, staring at the red mark on her chest.

After taking a shower, she composed a message to Tyron.

To: Mister Patterson

You shouldn't have Mark watch me. I won't run away from my family's debt to you. And if you think I'm dirty and I'm giving myself to just any guy, you're wrong. I know how to keep my word.

Emilia didn't want Mark picking her up and dropping her off. She didn't want the school bullies to think anything else.

She received a reply from Tyron before she could even put down her phone.

From: Mister Patterson

That's good to know coz I don't share what's mine. As long as I'm not tired of your body, you're mine, Green.

"Damn you," Emilia muttered under her breath, angrily turning off her phone.