Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Lucas
"Lucas, about the VitaGen board restructuring plan..."
On the computer screen, a dozen major shareholders were online for the video conference. I led the meeting while keeping my brain in overdrive. The acquisition had closed, but the battle raged on. Out of the original seven board seats, I needed four to lock in Rockefeller Group's total control.
A loud bang. The door slammed open.
No knock. Just crashed right in. I hit mute instinctively and looked up. Vivian. I was about to snap at her to get out when Mrs. Hughes cried from the hallway:
"Ella, what's wrong?"
Footsteps pounded closer.
My gut twisted.
Ella?
"Sorry, meeting paused for five minutes. Take a break, everyone."
I stepped away from the computer, ready to check it out, but Vivian rushed over first, grabbing my arm.
"Lucas, please help me."
I stopped, looking down at her. That's when I saw the tears streaking her face, her clothes a mess.
My mind blanked. Vivian was always cool and polished—I'd seen her shut down opponents with data in boardrooms, argue over a single word with legal for half an hour.
Never this wrecked, barely holding it together.
The contrast made me steady her back without thinking.
"What's wrong?"
She buried her head in my chest, voice hoarse and broken. "Ella just accused me in the basement of having an affair with you, called me a homewrecker. I don't get why she'd think that! If this gets out, how can I keep working at Rockefeller? My career's done. Lucas, please explain it to her."
I froze.
What?
How could Ella say that?
Absurd frustration hit me. How could she misunderstand like Grandfather? I'd powered through three straight days, forced myself to work from home just to see her first thing after.
This meeting was tougher than expected. VitaGen's old board members were stubborn bastards. At the office, I'd have my full team. Here, I was flying solo. As my wife, she should've soothed me—maybe just a coffee. But in under half an hour, she picked a fight with my assistant and stormed the study.
I rubbed my temples, disappointed. Ella needed to grow up.
As my face hardened, she appeared in the doorway, gasping for breath, staring at me.
"Why'd you say that to Vivian?"
I kept my tone even, asking her. Was it just because I gave Vivian a ride?
Nothing else. I'd never cheated on Ella.
I wasn't afraid of questions, but not mid-meeting when I was fried.
Over some imagined bullshit? Maybe because she saw me pick up Vivian?
That could be it. She was bored enough to walk a mile to the pharmacy at dawn.
"You know what Vivian said to me?" Ella panted hard, words broken. "She... she..."
No time or energy for her rambling. Probably just a spat with Vivian. We could talk tonight. Did she have to drag me in now to play judge?
I'd muted, but the shareholders' arguments buzzed in my wireless earbuds, throbbing my temples. Billions in resources on the line, and I was stuck mediating two women's bullshit. How the hell to explain this mess?
I pressed my brow hard and walked straight to Ella.
I'd given her my limited time and patience. That showed my favoritism.
"I don't care what happened between you two," I said, keeping it gentle, staring at her. "Just leave for now."
My words worked like magic.
Panic faded from her face under my gaze. She went utterly still, like a sea flattened after a storm, no ripples left.
But that emptiness unsettled me. Did I say something wrong?
Heels clicked behind me.
"I'll leave, too..." Vivian cut in, bad timing.
"Wait!" I blurted.
I needed Vivian for work to crush those assholes trying to carve up Rockefeller profits. She could pull data remotely, fast, and back me up in the meeting.
I braced the doorframe, softening my voice to Ella in a tone that even grossed me out. "Just handle the house stuff, take care of Grandfather. Don't worry about the rest."
A shareholder barked my name in the earbuds. Five minutes up.
I shut the study door.
Ella's footsteps faded outside.
I exhaled.
I'd make it up to her after work.
I turned to Vivian, patience gone.
Smart people like her had that flaw, thinking they controlled everything, acting on whims, picking fights. I didn't care about her personal crap outside work, but messing with my wife? Unacceptable.
"You crossed a line, again," I said, all business. "Next time, hand in your resignation."
I headed back to the computer and didn't glance her way.
Nine PM, the last overseas call wrapped up.
To free up vacation time, I'd powered through, nailing all major decisions today, handing details to mid-levels.
Finally out from under the acquisition's financial models and legalese.
Thinking of Ella's pissed-off look that morning, I grabbed a sandwich in the kitchen, then headed to the third-floor bedroom.
Climbing stairs, my crotch tightened already.
I pushed open the door. A faint mint scent drifted over.
Ella lay on her side, back to me. Silk sheets slipped along her curves, golden hair spilling out, exposing her shoulder blades—thin as butterfly wings, gorgeous enough to steal your breath.
Lower down, deep waist dip, ass high and round.
Orange light bathed her, like honey-glazed perfection, suffocatingly hot.
My cock hardened fully, straining the zipper.
I shed my jacket, covered her from behind, chest pressing her slim back.
"Ella?"
No response.
I touched her shoulder, fingers rubbing back and forth. She tensed, still silent.
Playing games?
I got wicked, pressing harder, dragging over her skin. It was thin; I'd always left faint pink marks, and she'd mew like a kitten, shy about anyone seeing.
Now she just gripped the sheets tight, arms rigid, stubbornly quiet.
I paused.
Ella never gave me the silent treatment. She was different today. Remembering the study—she misunderstood and got mad?
Seeing her pout, full pink lips pursed, cheeks puffed, she looked adorable. Heat surged low, my cock twitching.
Yeah, she was jealous. Because of me. She really loved me.
That thought made my cock ache. I yanked off my belt, shoved down my pants and boxers. My stiff cock sprang free, head leaking pre-cum. I grabbed her slim hips from behind, thrusting my crotch against her. Bodies slapped dull. Her plump ass pressed my abs, soft and bouncy, making me hiss.
My cock rubbed between her ass cheeks through the thin silk, grinding in that warm cleft. Each stroke left a wet spot on the fabric.
"Don't touch me." Ella finally spoke, body shifting. "Get away."
I locked my arms around her, fingers diving under her nightie, kneading her breast hard, circling the flesh. Her nipple peaked. For me.
"Angry?" My lips brushed her ear.
"You—" A soft moan escaped, laced with lingering annoyance. "Don't treat me like a whore, only hot for me in bed."
Like a thousand butterflies exploded in my chest, wings flapping wildly.
"Even if you were, you'd be mine alone."
I stared at her parted lips, pink tongue peeking, and couldn't hold back. I crushed my mouth to hers.
It'd been too long without fucking her. That's why the insecurity. Actions beat words.
She gasped into the kiss, struggles fading, hands pulling me closer.
She needed me. Grinning inside, I deepened it, tongue delving to her root, sucking her saliva greedily. Mint lingered in her mouth.
Fucking amazing.
She moaned softly, vibrations hitting my cock. Tongues tangled, bodies fused, heat spiking.
"Ella, spread your legs."
My free hand flipped the silk, bunching her nightgown up, exposing everything below. I pried her knees apart, fingers digging into slick thigh flesh, the give driving me wilder.
But sliding down her legs, my fingers hit rough, uneven patches.
Scabs. On both knees.
Lust hitched. I looked down in the dim light. Dark red scars stood out stark.
I stopped.
"How'd you get hurt?"
Ella's eyes were glazed from the kiss, clear gaze now misty, lips parted as she panted. Dazed, eyelids heavy.
"Be careful from now on."
I chuckled, slipping off her panties, fingers probing her slick folds. She was soaked, pussy like a greedy swamp, sucking me in. A slight push, and her legs clamped, moans turning urgent.
"Three days ago, Vivian and I were racing to make time, hit two hundred miles an hour..."
Fingers twisted along her inner walls, hot fluids pooling fast.
"A semi came head-on, thought I was done for..."
"Her again..." Ella shuddered hard.
She yanked back, pussy pulling away, slipping from my hold.
I stared, confused.
She panted, cheeks flushed with unmet need. But her eyes iced over in a blink. In the shadows, her pupils turned dark and empty, no light getting in.
That look panicked me.
I'd mentioned the crash casually, to spice up the sex. Usually, any danger story made her tense up. Even mid-fuck, her walls would clamp my tongue or cock tight. She loved me that much, couldn't lose me. She'd grill me, check for injuries, and inspect my scars like fragile treasure.
I used to think she overreacted and got annoyed at her distractions during sex. But now, seeing her face go cold, I realized things had shifted between us.
I'd neglected her too much lately.
Work was insane, the acquisition a half-year frenzy. Couldn't remember my last night at home or family dinner with her and Grandfather.
"I'm sleeping in the guest room."
Her chill hit me again. What the fuck did I do?
I handled problems the same way—work or love: fix it now.
"Ella." I yanked her down hard, fingers expertly working her swollen clit, reigniting the fire.
"You want me bad, don't you?"
"You bastard!" She whimpered, resistance crumbling. I plunged two fingers in, walls gripping hungrily, hips rocking to my rhythm. Fluids gushed—I knew her body inside out, how to make her come quickly. Her face: eyes shut, lips parted, lost in the pleasure I gave.
"Say my name, Ella."
I growled low, cockhead grinding her entrance, fingers thrusting hard.
"You bastard, Lucas, you bastard."
Moans grew louder, body shaking. I added a third finger, sped up. She clutched the sheets, knuckles white. I felt her edge near. As breaths quickened, I stopped, pulling out.
Her eyes flew open, wide with desperation. "Lucas, no, please, don't stop!" Voice raw, teary, hooking straight to my dick.
I grinned, watching her hips twist.
"Baby, want more? Beg louder."
Cheeks burned, but need won. She grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand back.
"Please, Lucas. I need it. I need you..." Her craving was intoxicating.
I laughed, fingers back on her clit, rubbing faster, harder.
"That's my wife," desire thick in my voice.
"Look at you, so greedy. Ella, show me how you lose it for me."
Moans turned to cries. I ramped up; her orgasm hit fierce, thighs clamping my hand, body arching, nails digging my arm. I kept going, drawing out waves until she slumped, head lolling on the pillow.
Ignoring her throaty protests, I flipped her over, lifting her ass.
"Kneel, baby," I ordered, voice hoarse with want.
"What are you doing?" Scared words, but she obeyed, ass up high, trembling yet eager, offering herself. Perfect, round, soft—I smacked it hard. She gasped, but wiggled, begging silently for more.
"Fuck, you're hot like this," I said, aligning my cock, slamming in from behind. So deep. I groaned, hands gripping her ass, pounding away. I spanked her again, hard, watching skin redden under my palm.
"You... like this angle?" Her voice broke with each thrust, head pressed to the mattress.
"Yeah, I love fucking you from behind."
I hammered fast and rough, each thrust with a slap on her ass. Moans built desperately; I felt her second peak coming. I leaned in, teeth nipping her neck, just enough to make her gasp.
"Come for me again, Ella," I growled. "Let me feel it."
She did, body quaking, orgasm crashing. Walls squeezed my cock tight, an electric jolt up my spine, pushing me over. I bit her nape harder, marking her, slamming deep, coming inside. We collapsed, panting, sweat-soaked.
"Fuck, Ella," I rasped. "You feel like heaven, you know?"
Every time after sex with her, it sank in deeper.
She gave unmatched pleasure. I'd feel like a horny kid tasting forbidden fruit, wanting to pin her down for hours until she broke under me, mind gone, taking my loads.
But today, no more bastard moves—she had issues with me.
Didn't want sex to feel forced. At least this once, I'd fix us.
I fought my hardening cock, pulling away deliberately. Touching her would set me off.
Made up a shower excuse, bolted to the bathroom.
Hot water pounded my shoulders, streaming down.
It stung my cock, making it swell in my hand.
Eyes shut, I pictured her scent lingering, her gasping, legs wrapped tight around my waist..
. Finally, tingles shot up my spine, cum spurting into my palm, washed away.
I braced the wall, breathing hard. Good job. Didn't push her today.
Tomorrow, vacation starts. Plenty of time together. Whatever she wants.
Not like some beast, just fucking all day. I brainstormed ways to please her. She cared most about her sister and visited Saint Heart Sanatorium weekly to care for Maya. Tomorrow was her usual weekend trip.
Plan set, mood lifted.
Nothing would make her happier than visiting her sister. Work kept me from going before. But now, I'd join for anything she loved. She'd feel how much I cared.