Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 611

Chapter 78

10: Gage.

Of all the atrocious shit I've done since my father died-vandalizing cars, getting into drunken brawls-the thoughts I'm having right now are by far the worst.

I stand above Stella while she spreads the blanket out on the sand. Her skirt is in tatters in my car, so she's wearing nChapter 611

Nortia, Marblecliff International Airport.

The private jet touched down, engines humming as it taxied to a stop. When the cabin door opened, a flight attendant carefully guided Briony Kensington down the steps.

Briony's eyes were sightless, taking in nothing of the bright, unfamiliar world

around her. All she could feel was the thick, humid air pressing against her skin- a reminder that days in this tropical country were always oppressively warm.

Waiting on the tarmac was Gifford, here on behalf of Ferdinand Ellsworth. He watched as the flight attendant helped Briony into the car, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

Gifford slid behind the wheel. The drive began in silence-Briony was calm, her expression unreadable.

Every so often, Gifford glanced at her through the rearview mirror, half-expecting signs of distress or resistance. But Briony sat quietly, not a trace of fear or anger on her face. As Ferdinand's most trusted aide, Gifford knew exactly what his employer had put Briony through. Her composure surprised him.

The ride to Sanctonia Private Estate took nearly forty minutes. Briony, worn out and pale, gradually drifted off in the back seat, her head slumping gently against the upholstery.

They finally arrived. The car rolled through the gates and into the manicured grounds. Gifford parked, stepped out, and opened the door.

"We're here, Ms. Kensington," he announced.

Briony stirred, rubbing her temples as she woke. Her hands reached out, feeling for the edge of the door. She steadied herself and carefully stepped out, moving with the caution of someone who could no longer trust their own senses.

Gifford hovered nearby, his hands raised protectively, careful not to touch her. If Ferdinand saw him lay a hand on her, there would be hell to pay.

As soon as Briony found her balance, hurried footsteps approached from ahead.

"Ms. Kensington, let me help you!" Belinda's voice called out, warm but a little breathless.

Briony nodded, her tone reserved. "Thank you."

Belinda gently took her arm, guiding her inside the house.

They had barely crossed into the living room when Mary came down the stairs, her eyes wide in surprise.

"Briony!" she exclaimed, hurrying over to look her up and down. "What happened? Why are you back so soon?"

Briony's face was calm, almost numb. "I don't want to end up a cripple."

Mary froze at that. After a moment, she lowered her voice. "Isn't there anyone else who can help you?"

Briony shook her head, her

expression empty. "No. I've lost both my sight and my sense of taste. The doctors say I was poisoned-and it was Ferdinand's own concoction. Only he knows how to cure me."

Mary's breath caught in her throat.

Just then, the rumble of a car sounded from outside.

Ferdinand had returned.

"Mr. Ellsworth," Belinda greeted politely as he stepped inside, then quietly withdrew.

moment he entered, Ferdinand's eyes never left Briony. He didn't

disappointment crossed Mary's face, but she masked

her own accord," she said, sidling up to him and taking his arm with a playful pout. "You got your way after all, but poor Briony she's suffered so much! She can't see,

gaze cold. "This doesn't concern you. Go upstairs

"Briony and I go way back. Why are you

"Be

was gentle, but there was an unmistakable chill

a huff, Mary turned and

seemed Ferdinand hadn't made things difficult for Mary after she helped

stepped closer, studying

I expected," he said quietly. "You've

haven't you?"

"Congratulations, Mr. Ellsworth. Your little

he reached

away, but Ferdinand spoke softly,

work from my deft fingers back in the truck. So she's on her knees, arranging the blanket and her tits are dangling there like forbidden fruit. My dick is stiffer than sin in my briefs,

She's addicted to skin on skin contact with

making out with our shirts off and she'd be screaming for me to put it in. I'm a bastard. I'm a terrible man for considering it. One flick up my wrist and she'd be on her back. She might try and push me off, briefly, but she's too horny to fight me for long. She'd let me kiss her. I'd hump her through those threadbare panties and

right word for how badly I

I'm being eaten alive.

out to smooth a corner of the blanket and the shirt rides up to the small of her back, displaying her ass. Those two tight buns that I'd crawl across a thousand miles of broken glass to sink my teeth into. I'm used to getting what I want, when I want it. And I've never wanted anything more than her heart, her body, her commitment to me. Never. Nothing else even comes close. So the waiting, the torture, is something of an honor. The lust burns, but I fucking

the man who gets to be with

doesn't mean

I'm worried I won't make

her thoughtfulness, her determination to make me a better man and football player. Can't do

Can't I?

breathing deep. Don't think about how tight her pussy is going to be. Yeah right. Every

it. Some measure

a moment to look up. But when she does, her double-take almost makes me laugh. Or groan. Or both. Her balance wanes and she starts to pitch sideways, so I reach

abs, so I flex them and listen to her intake of breath.

"You just what, honey?"

expect you

what we agreed

but during the

I not tackling her onto the blanket right now? "You want me

darken. "I mean,

take yours off, too. Just

Not when you've got all of this..." She wiggles her fingers near my chest.

hands around her waist and drag her toward me. "Ah, honey. You should see

she chews her lip instead. "I'm nervous about sex,

heart drops to my stomach, cold prickles of sweat popping up and down my spine. Oh, this girl of mine. I don't like her anything but

going to go nice and slow. I'm going to make sure your pussy is

eyes search mine. "What do

like you, Stella." Just like every other time I remember my empty, meaningless track record with women before her, a pit

keeping the distress at bay. "When we make

love?" she repeats dazedly into

one day, honey? You ain't seen nothing yet." I'm coming dangerously close to revealing what an absolute fanatic I am for her. Maybe I have already, somewhat, but she doesn't know how deep this obsession runs. I'm not sure I even know yet. I don't want to show Stella too much intensity and scare her away, though. So I harness every iota of my willpower and ease

she responds,

fists to keep from reaching for her as

notes, settling both in her lap. "We should start with Ancient Greece

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