A Fragile Wife - Page 4

Two such intense personalities seemed doomed for the start. People didn’t think they would last more than three years. They defied everyone by making it five. They won their own bet by coming up on their tenth anniversary.

They were going on a second honeymoon. An island in the Bahamas where, as Ken whispered into her ear when he brought forward the plan, “they could fuck naked on the beach and nobody would care. Except maybe those bastard sharks and jellyfish.” Lana wouldn’t say no to beach sex, although she had to talk to her gyno about the possibility of her monthly nuisance rearing its ugly head during her second honeymoon. They were into some fairly kinky shit, but Lana drew the line at anything involving blood. At least they had pills for that now.

It reminded her that she also needed to ask about more permanent birth control options. She had been on the pill for years, since before meeting Ken, but by now she was about as interested in having children as she was interested in watching her husband sleep around with someone ten years younger than her. Unless it was Lana’s idea, of course. Why not? Sometimes it’s hot seeing some twenty-year-old get a taste of my husband’s brand of fucking. Only if she got to watch, though. And pick out the girl. And seduce her into her husband’s lap on his behalf. That was most of the fun.

She looked at him now. She looked at Chloe, walking through the dining room with refills for the wet bar in the corner. The maid glanced at the back of Ken’s head before leaving.

If he’s not fucking her now, she’s going to try it eventually. Ken was handsome and stinking rich. Powerful. Chloe knew he could Dom, and she seemed like the kind of girl who wanted to sub for the right man. She had nothing to lose – except her job.

“Lana.”

She looked back at Ken, tasting the tip of his fork before patting the top of Lana’s hand on his lap. “What is it?’ she asked.

“I was telling you that I need to get up at five tomorrow. Will it bother you?”

She could be a light sleeper. If he got up before her, it sometimes caused her to wake up and not be able to go back to sleep. This was his polite way of telling her to wear her earplugs.

“I will wear my earplugs.” She forced a smile. “The ones you got me for my birthday.” What a romantic gift. To be fair, he also bought her a diamond watch and filled the house with fifty dozen red roses. The poor chef, who was apparently allergic to flowers, had to take an emergency trip into town to grocery shop and bring back take-out for Lana’s dinner.

Ken lifted her hand from his lap and kissed her fingertips. “You look beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you.” She reclaimed her hand in the name of using utensils and finishing her wine. “I thought of you while I freshened myself up for dinner. I thought, ‘How could I get my husband’s dick hard when he steals one glance at me?’”

Ken leaned in, his breath whisking into her ear. “It worked.”

“Hmph.” Lana pulled away. “Well, while you were working hard today, I…”

“Called your cousin to ask him to help you divorce me?”

Lana put down her utensils with a huff. “Stop it.”

“Don’t play coy, Lana. I heard you a month ago when you were drunk on the floor. Remember?”

“I said stop it.”

Ken shook his head. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately. I think this second honeymoon will be good for us.” He picked up the bottle of wine and refilled his wife’s glass. “Assuming you don’t serve me with divorce papers like Caroline did to Dominic Mathers right around the time we got married.”

“A woman after my own heart.” Lana admired any woman with the balls to divorce her husband on their twentieth anniversary.

“I’m sure she is.” Ken rubbed her arm, his eyes darting between her demeanor and the soft skin beneath his touch. “Are you restless, Bunny? After this shit of a week we’ll have a night or two to spare. We could go to the club and take in some of the energy.” He watched his wife drink her wine. “Or we could go to the Château and see our kitten.”

Neither appealed to her. Not going to the club and putting on her fake smile to tell the world she and Ken were still powering through people like an army. Nor did she salivate at the thought of going higher into the mountains where they kept a mutual mistress in a discreet manor. She costs us a pretty penny. They were full-time patrons, although she took on other clients when they weren’t around. But in return for their copious amount of money, Lana could call the Château up at any time and say they were coming for their kitten’s pussy whenever she wanted. They could take her out for dates, like to the club where they paraded her around like their slave. Money bought a lot of things. Including women more than willing to play the role of mistress.

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