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From international arms dealer, to full-time dad.

Connor Reed, the most powerful arms dealer in the world, saves a Charlotte Hayes and spends the night with her while he is undercover. Four years later, while still hiding, Charlotte shows up... with their child. Now Connor must keep both of them safe... without revealing his true identity.

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"“You booked her a one-way ticket?” “It was temporary.” “Then why did she change her name back before she left?” Calvin froze. “She what?” Wil exhaled slowly. “She resigned. Closed her accounts. Sold nothing. Took nothing.” “That’s impossible,” Calvin said sharply. “She’s my wife.” Wil looked at him, pity sharp in his gaze. “No. She was. And you taught her how easy it was to live without you.” Silence fell. Then Calvin whispered, almost to himself, “…Where would she even go?”" --- Rin Her husband of three years, Cal, was home for the night. He only came home from the city once or twice a week. He’d crawled into their marital bed and pulled her right towards him, his hands sliding down her body caressively and his mouth hot on her neck. “I’m home.” He murmured as he tugged at her sleepwear till it was gone. And then his mouth was moving down her body in heated kisses. Kissing her in turn, tugging at her hardening. She sighed at first and then moaned softly as his heated, hungry kisses turned her on. It never took him long to be all hard and wanting of her body. His mouth hit her core and she gasped out in pleasure in their darkened bedroom. Rin slid her hands into his hair and pushed her hips up to get more of him. She loved him and he was tasting her hungrily. And she gasped as he moved up to tease her “Do you want me, Rin?” he asked, even though he knew well she did want him. She was all hot and wet and well on her way to for him. He was good, and she often slept exhausted afterwards. “Yes.” She moaned without hesitation and felt his mouth move up her body in soft little nips to her skin. He bit gently at her neck just below her ear, something she loved; and he knew it, as he pushed himself inside of her, and she moaned as he did so. She could even feel the curve of his smile against her neck as he took her in a long slow push, something he loved to do never rushed that first moment of taking her for himself. He was not going to be in a rush tonight and she knew it. The man liked to take his time, and she would take all of him for as long as he wanted to have her. She moved with him, slowly and easily. Their bodies worked well together, three years of marriage and they both knew how to please each other. Take their own pleasure and increase it for the other. He’d never been shy about it, and she’d learned a lot from him. She was crying out for God later as she came, and he pushed himself up and looked down at her, smiled at her. “You know it’s not God giving you that.” He shook his head a little as he slipped from her body and tugged her over onto her stomach. Rin smiled, she knew he wasn’t done and let him grab her wrists and push them up the bed to grab the edge. She was turned on just thinking about what he was going to do. Hold her down and take her all eagerly from behind. She just let him move her about the bed until he had her in the position he wanted, tucked under him like a little frog. “You ready, Rin?” He asked, and she could hear the smile with his murmured words, and she looked over her shoulder at him, her gorgeous husband and nodded at him. “Yes.” She told him as he slid himself against her, and she heard him sigh, something else he liked sliding through her wet folds, half a dozen slides against her, and then he move into her. He gripped her hips and pulled her hard back against him, and she pushed her hips up a little more and heard him groan “That’s it,” and he was then just taking her all eagerly, until she was once again crying out. She felt him, and heard his grunt of satisfaction, before he slipped from her body and lay on the bed next to her. She shifted herself to lay down comfortably on her stomach, and turned her face to look at his profile, in the darkness of the room. It was perfect, she thought to herself absently. “Sleep.” He murmured and smacked her on her bare backside. She chuckled softly and closed her eyes, loved this man, her husband, and sometimes she could almost believe he loved her back. He could be playful in this bedroom of theirs at times. And it made her heart flutter, like it was doing right now. That little playful swat to her backside extended the intimacy between them. It was hard for her to stay grounded when he was in this bed, or she was on his arm at some business or charity event. But that was why she was here. He’d married her to be on his arm, told her she was beautiful and would look good next to him. They had a marriage contract with no expiry date. He’d told her that one day he’d ask for a divorce, and she’d get a decent settlement from him. All she had to do was stand next to him when it was required. She’d done that, worn many a beautiful dress while on his arm, and heard a few jealous comments from other women around them. Murmuring that she was a nobody and didn’t deserve to be by his side. They thought only someone from high society should be on Calvin Reeves' arm. They didn’t think she suited the position. But she wasn’t some dumb bimbo that didn’t have a degree. She worked from home was all, just needed her laptop and an internet connection. Cal knew this had been the one to approach her, in fact, not the other way around. She’d been talking to a few of those in her field asking about living arrangements. Her lease was up, and she needed to find a new place to live. The owner was kicking her out of the apartment she’d lived in for three years. Cal had offered her a home, this very house, in fact. She looked at him sleeping in the bed next to her and wondered, not for the first time, how she was going to handle the day he asked for a divorce, though she knew it wasn’t going to be anytime soon. He’d stated once when she’d been at his family home playing with his nieces and nephews ‘not until after at least three years of marriage.’ To his mother when she'd asked about them having children. She’d looked at him. They’d only been together for a year at the time, and she’d not expected him to state anything about children ever. He’d smiled at her and stated “You can ask after our third anniversary. She’d turned away from him and not known what to say. She wasn’t even allowed to kiss that man. Not ever. It was the one thing he had demanded in their marriage agreement, that there would be no kissing during their entire marriage, no mouth-to-mouth kissing. Though he had expected it to be a proper marriage other than that. Marital was a yes as far as he was concerned, he’d told her simply ‘I like it, I’ll want it, and you’re a grown woman who has needs. We can sort each other out.’ They’d been married three years now and still he’d kept to that rule. The one time she’d tried to kiss him, pull his mouth to hers during it, he’d actually stopped and gotten out of their bed and stated “we have rules about that Rin.” And to her complete shock he’d gotten dressed and left the house altogether, she’d tried to apologise told him she’d gotten carried away in the heat of the moment was all. He’d not seemed to care for her apology at the time, and so she’d just dropped the subject. It had been a year and a half into their marriage, and she’d already fallen in love with him. That was why she’d wanted to kiss him, to know what it was like to kiss the man she loved. He was always nice to her, charming and gracious, very attentive when they were out together at a function, smiled at her and danced with her. She’d stupidly fallen into that web he’d woven for the people he socialised with and worked alongside, and had also thought he was in love with her. How wrong she had been. She’d heard him not long after their second anniversary on the phone to his best friend Wil, also his lawyer. ‘The marriage suits me. I’ll divorce Rin when I find Mrs Right.’ It had hurt to hear those words, and she’d had to remind herself she wasn’t the love of his life, and that really good one did not denote love; but it was so very hard sometimes. When he was here at the house, because he was all hands on with her when he was. Every night was like tonight; when he’d crawled right into their bed and wanted her, know just how to please her and had done so twice, extended that intimacy just a little afterward even. She closed her eyes and sighed softly. It had been three years; their anniversary had been a week ago, and he’d wined and dined her, just like he had their first two wedding anniversaries, and a part of her knew it was all for show. But another part of her had loved every second of it, as she bought into her own lies about the type of marriage they had. Rin She woke up alone in their bed, and she sighed to herself as she rolled over onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. Sometimes they had morning one as well, and she kind of wanted that right now, as much as she knew she shouldn’t ever really want anything from her husband. She never asked for anything other than here in this bedroom, when he had his hands on her. This house was more than enough: it was large and impressive and there was a housekeeper that came every Monday and Friday, before the weekend and after the weekend. She maintained the house every other day. It wasn’t that hard to do, it was just her that lived here. Cal lived in the city in a penthouse apartment that was just over an hour away. She lay there in their bed and wondered if he’d left already. She glanced at the clock; it was just after seven, he had likely already gone. She always slept like the dead after it. It relaxed her completely, though she too knew that Cal slept well after it. Though he never bothered to wake her when he got up in the morning, nope, he'd shower, dress and leave, and she'd wake up alone 50% of the time. She sat up and then got out of bed, showered and dressed for the day. Pulled on a pair of soft cream slacks and a simple silk singlet top in a soft purple, her wardrobe was a far cry from what it had been when she’d moved into this house. Even her underwear was expensive, because Cal bought most of it. He would occasionally stroll through the door and hand her a bag, smile at her and say “I bought you something. Wear it for me.” She pulled her long thick dark hair up into an easy ponytail and trotted down the stairs, and nearly came to a standstill upon seeing Cal sitting at the dining room table, reading the paper and coffee next to him. He looked at her briefly. “What?” he asked. “Nothing,” she shook her head and went to make coffee for herself. “Do you want breakfast?” she offered. He rarely stayed for meals there with her. “No, I’ll be off shortly. Got a legal appointment at nine,” he stated simply. “Alright.” She nodded and made herself some toast to go with her coffee. Then she debated if today was the day to ask him. She was looking at him while he read the paper, as she held her coffee cup to herself. She didn’t have any family; she had been an orphan for as long as she could remember, moving from one foster home to another. She enjoyed being married even though he wasn’t really here, if she was sick or injured, his name was there as her Next of Kin. She’d never had that before, not until they'd been married. She liked knowing that she could write his name there on those forms that required her to fill it in. “What is it Rin? You're burning a hole in me,” he stated. “Oh, sorry.” She took her toast and walked over to sit at the table. “I didn’t mean to stare.” She knew that was something he considered rude, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that they’d just had their three-year anniversary. She could ask for a baby, and his child would be adorable. “Rin?” he huffed and looked at her, folding the newspaper and getting up after another minute of her just staring at him. “Just tell me what you’re thinking. Do you want something?” he asked. “N…no, nothing like that. I just, well, we’ve been married for three years now.” she kind of stammered a bit. “Yes.” He nodded and drank the remainder of his coffee. “You once told me, I, we, could have a baby after three years of marriage.” She bit the bullet and told him what she was thinking. “Did I, I don’t recall that.” He frowned right at her. “Yes, it was just after our first anniversary at your mother's house,” she told him. She recalled it very vividly. “For mothers' benefit only then… Did you try and get pregnant last night?” he was suddenly frowning right at her now. “No, I’m still on birth control.” She shook her head and looked at her watch. It was almost time to go and take it, she realised. “Good, stay on it,” Cal stated and headed for the door. “There will be no baby inside this marriage.” He looked right at her. “I mean that, not inside this marriage, am I clear.” “Yes.” She murmured as pain touched her chest. She watched him leave the room and thought about those very words ‘there will be no baby inside this marriage.’ ‘For his mother's benefit,’ but he’d looked at her that day and nodded at her, as if to tell her yes he meant it. They could have a baby together if their marriage lasted that long. The man she loved, her husband, didn’t want to have a baby with her. When she left this marriage she would once again be alone. A part of her she knew, as to think he would want that with her. She was just a contract wife. A convenience for him to show he was a family man was all. She got up and walked outside. Maybe it was time to ask for a divorce herself, either one of them could ask for it. There was an exit clause, though if she asked for it, she had to give up everything and leave with nothing. Her whole life was here now, revolved around that man. She’d learned how to eat correctly, dance properly, and had etiquette lessons that first year as well. She even learned how to apply make-up and do her hair. All things that were needed to be his wife, to be seen on his arm. The only things she didn’t get in this marriage was an actual wedding, his heart, and to kiss the man she loved. Everything else was hers until they got divorced. She walked up to the cliff at the end of the property and sat down on the seat that was there. It was her favourite place to go and think. The wind would whip away her thoughts and clear her mind, and she liked the smell of the salty sea breeze as well. She should have held her tongue and she knew it. Should have known better than to ask to have a family. She, and family; those two things she didn't think really mixed. Though his family liked her, and she got along with his mother and father, his sister all quite well. They were nice normal people, everyday average people like she was. Cal had not been born wealthy, he had created his own wealth at 25, made a name for himself and continued to do so to this day. He ran his own company, enjoyed buying smaller companies and absorbing them, growing them, head-hunting the top computer programmers. She knew who they all were. That was her world. Though she worked remotely now, she could work anywhere in the world. She sat up there and looked over the ocean as she wondered where she would go when she got that divorce, and wondered if she should start looking now. He'd been unhappy with her question and she knew it; she recognised that expression on his face. That one question could well be her undoing in this marriage. She sighed softly and looked out there at the ocean and wondered if one day she would have someone to call, son or daughter. Though she knew right now that it wasn’t going to be with Cal, that was now a given. “There will be no baby in this marriage.” She mimicked his words. But then she huffed at herself and got up. She wanted a baby, and she wasn’t getting any younger; She was already 28. Maybe it was time to move on, away from him and this life he gave her, but also at the same time, how could she? When she loved him. Calvin He stood prowling around in Wil’s office. The man was on the phone, and it wasn’t even 9am yet. Cal was annoyed right this minute, his plan to ask for a divorce this morning had not happened. Rin had just completely blindsided him with that question about her wanting a baby with him. “What’s got you all worked up?” Wil finally asked when he ended the call. The man had been watching him prowl around the room. “Did Rin lose it when you asked for the divorce?” “No, I didn’t ask her for one,” he muttered. “What? Why not? That was the plan,” Wil stated with a frown. “I just couldn’t. She was happy last night, giggled at me and then this morning…” he sighed. “She asked me about having a baby.” “What!” Wil stared at him now. “Yeah, that was my reaction.” Calvin stated, “How could I ask for a divorce on the back of that conversation? She would think it was because she had asked for a baby. That’s just wrong, I’m not that cruel.” “You say that, but that girl is in love with you, Calvin, you said so yourself. Told me she was all curled into you after your second wedding anniversary and murmured she loved you in her half-addled sleep state.” “I know,” he muttered, and a slight smile touched his face at the memory of it. She’d been so cute, hugged into him patted his chest a little and sighed all softly, kind of dreamily murmured ‘I love you, Cal.’ She was the only one allowed to call him Cal. Everyone else called him Calvin or Mr Reeves. “You should have asked for a divorce back then,” Wil muttered, "now look at what you’ve got yourself into." “I wasn’t ready then.” He sighed and sat down on the man’s couch, and he hadn’t been. Yes, she was his wife, but it was contract marriage and he’d never looked at her in any other way than that. “I have to ask for it now, I just couldn’t do it today as planned.” “Well, the sooner, the better, you know this. Even a no-contest divorce, which it will be, will take six weeks to settle and be finalized, so I suggest you start making those plans of yours come to light. Or she might just ask for it herself. Do you really want that?” “No,” he muttered. “It has to come from me,” he nodded. “I’ll sort my end out today. I know where she dreams of going on holiday. It’s not half obvious her screen saver is the place she wants to go.” “Then make the plans, you keep her passport, right?” Wil stated. “Yes, it’s with mine. I’ll get it all sorted out, the flights and accommodation, the tours I know she’ll want to go on.” he nodded decisively. His mind was made up. “It’s a lot of effort for a divorce, you know that right.” Wil shook his head. “Mm, I’m the good guy, remember.” Though he didn’t feel like it right now, that girl had nobody, dumped in an orphanage and then raised in the foster system. He was surprised she was so well-adjusted. He shook that off and stood up. “When will the papers be drawn up?” “When you list off what you want in them, I’ll draw it up today I got the time, no court today myself. What is she getting?” “The house we share, and four million dollars should do it. Then that holiday all paid to her dream destination. I’ll make it first class, as well.” He would spoil her a little, she deserved it. “Are you sure you want to do it this way, Calvin. You could simply...” “No, it has to be this way. We have to get divorced, it’s the only way I see her being happy. She’ll understand my intent is to let her go, so she can be happy in the future.” “It could backfire, you know, I’d be willing to bet there is a temper in that wife of yours.” “Hmm, I’ve never seen it,” he shook his head. “She’s too sweet to yell and scream and pitch a fit. Likely just stare at me and mutter ‘right where are the papers.’” Or that was what he was hoping for. “I don’t want a big scene made out of this, keep it low-key and out of the papers.” “So when are you going to do it? Will you be delivering the papers yourself? Or will I be the bad guy for your sweet-natured, loving wife?” Wil muttered. “I understand you don’t like it, Wil, but we can’t go on in our marriage as it is. It’s not right and you know it. I can never tell her I love her back, so it’s time to get divorced.” He stated “If you can get everything drawn up by tomorrow, we’ll both go to the Cliffside Estate, and I’ll tell her I want a divorce and you, my friend, can hand her the papers.” “Yay, I ain’t getting in the way if she tries to smack you one.” “She won’t,” Cal stated, and she wouldn’t. She wasn’t that kind of woman. “Getting her heart broken, she just might. I’ll have them ready to go in the morning. Best you sign them prior to going out there, so I can file them on the day, so that six-week wait starts right away. Cal nodded and headed off to his own office. It was going to be a long and infuriatingly frustrating day, and he knew it. His mind was going to be distracted with those words she’d uttered this morning. A baby, she wanted to have a baby with him, inside a contract marriage. It was not the right thing to do, to bring a child into a marriage like they had. So, no, he would not only not have a baby with her, he would divorce her to make sure she would understand him. He spent the day sorting out airfares and accommodation, checked on tours of the area and booked several of them: a vineyard tour, a hot air balloon ride, horseback riding on the beach. A dinner cruise on a nice yacht and a spa day, he booked the best hotels and made sure there were luxury transfers. All the things she’d talked about with his own mother, all the things his mother told him he should do with her,” take your wife on vacation son, make it romantic and relax, enjoy each other.” He knew what that meant. She wanted him to have a baby with his wife. Come home pregnant is what she meant. He looked at the list of things, and printed out the itinerary. It was quite extensive, a full month-long holiday in Italy. She would really like that, she would see he’d made the effort to give her something she was interested in, her dream destination. She’d not had a holiday in the three years they’d been married, his schedule kind of hindered that. He always had events, whether they be business or charity, here or in other states or outside the country. He put it all together and got her passport from the safe, flipped through it. She’d been on two business trips with him, and he’d bedded her relentlessly those days they’d stayed together. His wife was beautiful and had a smile that could melt any man's heart. That was why he needed a divorce. He wanted her to be truly happy, and she could not be that inside their contract marriage, something that was full of rules and stipulations, things he kept in place to protect her and himself. Not that it had seemed to help protect her, she’d still managed to fall in love with him. It was time to end their sham of a marriage in favour of happiness and contentment. She wasn’t going to like it, be heartbroken, but it was for the best. He couldn’t stay in that contract marriage if he couldn’t give her what she truly wanted, and he could not. Rin She was out the back of the house, sitting in the shade of a large tree on a blanket. The morning was sunny, but cool, and the breeze coming off the ocean was gentle. She was working outside this morning, being cooped up in that big house for the past two days without so much as a single word from Cal, had kind of felt suffocating. She understood he was mad at her, and that those words he’d spoken were in fact the truth. The manuscript she was working on had turned dark and emotional, to match her mood. Though she had used those feelings she’d had of heartache and loneliness to add a new twist to the tale she was weaving. Even now she was typing away out here, she’d not really slept all that much last night, she had tossed and turned and, in the end gotten herself up to write, because it was the one thing that could shut her own emotions off or pour them into her writing. She turned her head at the sound of a car coming up the driveway and frowned instantly. Cal never came home at this time of the day. She wasn’t even dressed appropriately, she was just sitting out here in an old pair of shorts and a tee-shirt. She did always try to dress nicely when he was around. These were clothes from her old days. She’d been feeling nostalgic and so had rummaged through her old clothes, to be her old self. She had a feeling she was about to be shoved back into her old life, and so she was dressed to match her mood. She turned back to her work. It was unlikely he was there to see her. At this time of the day, he likely needed something from his office; he did have one here, though she never went in there. He’d told her once not to, and had also pointed out the camera that was in there. It was motion activated and would alert his phone if she did go in there. She’d not really cared about it, didn’t work in his industry, though she knew a fair few of those that worked in his tech department. She had a computer science degree and could, if she so chose to, could go and sit in her office inside his building in the city and work all day long. She and the team she worked for, had been absorbed by C.R. Technology just before he and she had gotten into the marriage contract; that was how he’d come across her. She was the one that checked for bugs and glitches in the gaming programmes they made. She was smart technology-wise, just not so smart in the emotional department. She had given her heart to the man she was married to, and she shouldn't have. She caught movement in her peripheral vision and turned to look, to see not only Cal coming this way but his friend and lawyer, Wil, as well. Her eyes moved to the envelope in Wil's hand; It was large. Denoting a contract of some sort. Here it comes she told herself, and wondered how she was going to explain herself to the team, that she’d gotten divorced, when everything in her life looked wonderful, and that she had an amazing husband. They were a team of girls, and they all thought she was so very lucky to have the love of a man like Calvin Reeves. Little did they know she did not have his heart, and as she watched him walk towards her, Rin finally realised it was true. He may have hers, but she would never have his. It was all just a show for the public, something to keep his public image clean and family-orientated. She closed her laptop so that no prying eyes would see what she was working on. It was nothing to do with his company. Not even Cal knew she had a second career. She'd needed to keep that part of her life solely for herself, for the day she got divorced and she was once again all alone. She’d never told anyone, she'd always worried it would be a complete and utter failure. Though it was not, it had taken off really well a year and a half ago, and if she was completely honest with herself, she’d kept it from Cal on purpose, because she knew this day would come, and she needed something to fall back on. She had a secret career under her pen name Marilyn Riddley. Her romance novels sold quite well, and she now had two books in print. The rest were all online, but she had made it, and could actually earn a living from it. Not be super wealthy, but enough to sit at home and work on the next one, instead of having to go into the office and work in the computer lab. When their divorce was finalised, she would leave her life as Marrin Reeves and become Marilyn Riddley, move away from this city, where everyone would know her as the ex-wife of Calvin Reeves. She would move to some place where no one would know her and she could live her life small and peacefully, and never have to hear his name or see him with another woman on his arm, because she knew that would just be painful for her to look at, read about in the papers or see online. She was going to have to leave his company, it was part of the marriage contract. When they divorced, she would move on from the company so as not to cause gossip or awkwardness for him. Though he had told her he’d personally write her a glowing reference for the work she’d participated in within his company. So it would be easy for her to get another job in her field. He might be able to see her in her field at those conferences without issue, but she doubted she’d be able to look at him with some other woman on his arm, and not feel uncomfortable inside her chest. If he had the audacity to kiss another woman in front of her, she’d likely lose it completely, even though those lips of his were never to be hers, not for a single second. That didn’t mean she didn’t think about how it would feel to have him kiss her. Would it be all soft and sensual? Or would it be all hard and demanding? Or would it be light and playful even? She wanted to experience it all, but would never get to. No, that was only for the woman he would love, Mrs Right. Her heart ached as she looked at him. He was dressed as immaculately as always; a dark blue suit, white dress shirt and a blue and gold tie. He had a hand in his pants' pocket as he walked across the lawn towards hers with Wil next to him. She saw him chuckle softly and even Wil chuckled right after him. A small part of her clung to the hope that she was wrong. This was not about them getting divorced at all, because how could he be smiling and laughing with Wil? If they were here to serve her with divorce papers. That was not a funny matter, but a serious matter. She stood up to greet them, and she saw his eyes look over her outfit, and a frown marred his handsome face; he didn’t like her wearing this type of clothing. It was not something he’d bought for her or approved of her wearing. She smiled at him like she always did. “Cal, you’re not normally here at this time of the day.” She stated. “Is that why you’re dressed like that?” he asked right back, and she could hear the disapproval in his voice. “Didn’t I purchase you proper summer clothing?” She looked down at her old clothes and half smiled. “I’m going to do some gardening. These are appropriate wear for that.” She looked back to him. “Hmm, I suppose they are only good for getting dirty.” He nodded and looked right at her. “It’s time to get divorced, Rin,” he told her. There was no hesitation in his words. “If you could sign the papers today, I’d appreciate it. It will take six weeks for the finality of it to come through.” And there it was. She’d not been wrong, and she just knew that one question she’d stupidly asked him had brought this about. Why oh why couldn’t she have kept it to herself? Said nothing and ignored her need to have a baby with the man she loved. She told herself as she stood there staring at him. Wondering if telling him she was sorry and hadn’t meant it would work to keep him by her side. Though it was only a fleeting thought, she knew he'd made up his mind. Her eyes moved to Wil as he opened the envelope he was carrying and pulled out the documents inside it. It wasn’t just a simple piece of paper, it looked to be quite extensive. She could well imagine there was a non-disclosure agreement there as well, for her not to ever talk about their marriage contract. “It’s a no-contest divorce as per our marriage contract,” Cal stated. “I have also organised for you to go overseas on a holiday. You’ve not been able to take a vacation in the past three years, that we were married. I’ve accounted for that and an all-expenses paid trip has been organised for you, as part of the divorce agreement.” ... Open the app and continue reading the rest of the story . 👉 (It will automatically jump to the book when you open the app)

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"“You booked her a one-way ticket?” “It was temporary.” “Then why did she change her name back before she left?” Calvin froze. “She what?” Wil exhaled slowly. “She resigned. Closed her accounts. Sold nothing. Took nothing.” “That’s impossible,” Calvin said sharply. “She’s my wife.” Wil looked at him, pity sharp in his gaze. “No. She was. And you taught her how easy it was to live without you.” Silence fell. Then Calvin whispered, almost to himself, “…Where would she even go?”" --- Rin Her husband of three years, Cal, was home for the night. He only came home from the city once or twice a week. He’d crawled into their marital bed and pulled her right towards him, his hands sliding down her body caressively and his mouth hot on her neck. “I’m home.” He murmured as he tugged at her sleepwear till it was gone. And then his mouth was moving down her body in heated kisses. Kissing her in turn, tugging at her hardening. She sighed at first and then moaned softly as his heated, hungry kisses turned her on. It never took him long to be all hard and wanting of her body. His mouth hit her core and she gasped out in pleasure in their darkened bedroom. Rin slid her hands into his hair and pushed her hips up to get more of him. She loved him and he was tasting her hungrily. And she gasped as he moved up to tease her “Do you want me, Rin?” he asked, even though he knew well she did want him. She was all hot and wet and well on her way to for him. He was good, and she often slept exhausted afterwards. “Yes.” She moaned without hesitation and felt his mouth move up her body in soft little nips to her skin. He bit gently at her neck just below her ear, something she loved; and he knew it, as he pushed himself inside of her, and she moaned as he did so. She could even feel the curve of his smile against her neck as he took her in a long slow push, something he loved to do never rushed that first moment of taking her for himself. He was not going to be in a rush tonight and she knew it. The man liked to take his time, and she would take all of him for as long as he wanted to have her. She moved with him, slowly and easily. Their bodies worked well together, three years of marriage and they both knew how to please each other. Take their own pleasure and increase it for the other. He’d never been shy about it, and she’d learned a lot from him. She was crying out for God later as she came, and he pushed himself up and looked down at her, smiled at her. “You know it’s not God giving you that.” He shook his head a little as he slipped from her body and tugged her over onto her stomach. Rin smiled, she knew he wasn’t done and let him grab her wrists and push them up the bed to grab the edge. She was turned on just thinking about what he was going to do. Hold her down and take her all eagerly from behind. She just let him move her about the bed until he had her in the position he wanted, tucked under him like a little frog. “You ready, Rin?” He asked, and she could hear the smile with his murmured words, and she looked over her shoulder at him, her gorgeous husband and nodded at him. “Yes.” She told him as he slid himself against her, and she heard him sigh, something else he liked sliding through her wet folds, half a dozen slides against her, and then he move into her. He gripped her hips and pulled her hard back against him, and she pushed her hips up a little more and heard him groan “That’s it,” and he was then just taking her all eagerly, until she was once again crying out. She felt him, and heard his grunt of satisfaction, before he slipped from her body and lay on the bed next to her. She shifted herself to lay down comfortably on her stomach, and turned her face to look at his profile, in the darkness of the room. It was perfect, she thought to herself absently. “Sleep.” He murmured and smacked her on her bare backside. She chuckled softly and closed her eyes, loved this man, her husband, and sometimes she could almost believe he loved her back. He could be playful in this bedroom of theirs at times. And it made her heart flutter, like it was doing right now. That little playful swat to her backside extended the intimacy between them. It was hard for her to stay grounded when he was in this bed, or she was on his arm at some business or charity event. But that was why she was here. He’d married her to be on his arm, told her she was beautiful and would look good next to him. They had a marriage contract with no expiry date. He’d told her that one day he’d ask for a divorce, and she’d get a decent settlement from him. All she had to do was stand next to him when it was required. She’d done that, worn many a beautiful dress while on his arm, and heard a few jealous comments from other women around them. Murmuring that she was a nobody and didn’t deserve to be by his side. They thought only someone from high society should be on Calvin Reeves' arm. They didn’t think she suited the position. But she wasn’t some dumb bimbo that didn’t have a degree. She worked from home was all, just needed her laptop and an internet connection. Cal knew this had been the one to approach her, in fact, not the other way around. She’d been talking to a few of those in her field asking about living arrangements. Her lease was up, and she needed to find a new place to live. The owner was kicking her out of the apartment she’d lived in for three years. Cal had offered her a home, this very house, in fact. She looked at him sleeping in the bed next to her and wondered, not for the first time, how she was going to handle the day he asked for a divorce, though she knew it wasn’t going to be anytime soon. He’d stated once when she’d been at his family home playing with his nieces and nephews ‘not until after at least three years of marriage.’ To his mother when she'd asked about them having children. She’d looked at him. They’d only been together for a year at the time, and she’d not expected him to state anything about children ever. He’d smiled at her and stated “You can ask after our third anniversary. She’d turned away from him and not known what to say. She wasn’t even allowed to kiss that man. Not ever. It was the one thing he had demanded in their marriage agreement, that there would be no kissing during their entire marriage, no mouth-to-mouth kissing. Though he had expected it to be a proper marriage other than that. Marital was a yes as far as he was concerned, he’d told her simply ‘I like it, I’ll want it, and you’re a grown woman who has needs. We can sort each other out.’ They’d been married three years now and still he’d kept to that rule. The one time she’d tried to kiss him, pull his mouth to hers during it, he’d actually stopped and gotten out of their bed and stated “we have rules about that Rin.” And to her complete shock he’d gotten dressed and left the house altogether, she’d tried to apologise told him she’d gotten carried away in the heat of the moment was all. He’d not seemed to care for her apology at the time, and so she’d just dropped the subject. It had been a year and a half into their marriage, and she’d already fallen in love with him. That was why she’d wanted to kiss him, to know what it was like to kiss the man she loved. He was always nice to her, charming and gracious, very attentive when they were out together at a function, smiled at her and danced with her. She’d stupidly fallen into that web he’d woven for the people he socialised with and worked alongside, and had also thought he was in love with her. How wrong she had been. She’d heard him not long after their second anniversary on the phone to his best friend Wil, also his lawyer. ‘The marriage suits me. I’ll divorce Rin when I find Mrs Right.’ It had hurt to hear those words, and she’d had to remind herself she wasn’t the love of his life, and that really good one did not denote love; but it was so very hard sometimes. When he was here at the house, because he was all hands on with her when he was. Every night was like tonight; when he’d crawled right into their bed and wanted her, know just how to please her and had done so twice, extended that intimacy just a little afterward even. She closed her eyes and sighed softly. It had been three years; their anniversary had been a week ago, and he’d wined and dined her, just like he had their first two wedding anniversaries, and a part of her knew it was all for show. But another part of her had loved every second of it, as she bought into her own lies about the type of marriage they had. Rin She woke up alone in their bed, and she sighed to herself as she rolled over onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. Sometimes they had morning one as well, and she kind of wanted that right now, as much as she knew she shouldn’t ever really want anything from her husband. She never asked for anything other than here in this bedroom, when he had his hands on her. This house was more than enough: it was large and impressive and there was a housekeeper that came every Monday and Friday, before the weekend and after the weekend. She maintained the house every other day. It wasn’t that hard to do, it was just her that lived here. Cal lived in the city in a penthouse apartment that was just over an hour away. She lay there in their bed and wondered if he’d left already. She glanced at the clock; it was just after seven, he had likely already gone. She always slept like the dead after it. It relaxed her completely, though she too knew that Cal slept well after it. Though he never bothered to wake her when he got up in the morning, nope, he'd shower, dress and leave, and she'd wake up alone 50% of the time. She sat up and then got out of bed, showered and dressed for the day. Pulled on a pair of soft cream slacks and a simple silk singlet top in a soft purple, her wardrobe was a far cry from what it had been when she’d moved into this house. Even her underwear was expensive, because Cal bought most of it. He would occasionally stroll through the door and hand her a bag, smile at her and say “I bought you something. Wear it for me.” She pulled her long thick dark hair up into an easy ponytail and trotted down the stairs, and nearly came to a standstill upon seeing Cal sitting at the dining room table, reading the paper and coffee next to him. He looked at her briefly. “What?” he asked. “Nothing,” she shook her head and went to make coffee for herself. “Do you want breakfast?” she offered. He rarely stayed for meals there with her. “No, I’ll be off shortly. Got a legal appointment at nine,” he stated simply. “Alright.” She nodded and made herself some toast to go with her coffee. Then she debated if today was the day to ask him. She was looking at him while he read the paper, as she held her coffee cup to herself. She didn’t have any family; she had been an orphan for as long as she could remember, moving from one foster home to another. She enjoyed being married even though he wasn’t really here, if she was sick or injured, his name was there as her Next of Kin. She’d never had that before, not until they'd been married. She liked knowing that she could write his name there on those forms that required her to fill it in. “What is it Rin? You're burning a hole in me,” he stated. “Oh, sorry.” She took her toast and walked over to sit at the table. “I didn’t mean to stare.” She knew that was something he considered rude, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that they’d just had their three-year anniversary. She could ask for a baby, and his child would be adorable. “Rin?” he huffed and looked at her, folding the newspaper and getting up after another minute of her just staring at him. “Just tell me what you’re thinking. Do you want something?” he asked. “N…no, nothing like that. I just, well, we’ve been married for three years now.” she kind of stammered a bit. “Yes.” He nodded and drank the remainder of his coffee. “You once told me, I, we, could have a baby after three years of marriage.” She bit the bullet and told him what she was thinking. “Did I, I don’t recall that.” He frowned right at her. “Yes, it was just after our first anniversary at your mother's house,” she told him. She recalled it very vividly. “For mothers' benefit only then… Did you try and get pregnant last night?” he was suddenly frowning right at her now. “No, I’m still on birth control.” She shook her head and looked at her watch. It was almost time to go and take it, she realised. “Good, stay on it,” Cal stated and headed for the door. “There will be no baby inside this marriage.” He looked right at her. “I mean that, not inside this marriage, am I clear.” “Yes.” She murmured as pain touched her chest. She watched him leave the room and thought about those very words ‘there will be no baby inside this marriage.’ ‘For his mother's benefit,’ but he’d looked at her that day and nodded at her, as if to tell her yes he meant it. They could have a baby together if their marriage lasted that long. The man she loved, her husband, didn’t want to have a baby with her. When she left this marriage she would once again be alone. A part of her she knew, as to think he would want that with her. She was just a contract wife. A convenience for him to show he was a family man was all. She got up and walked outside. Maybe it was time to ask for a divorce herself, either one of them could ask for it. There was an exit clause, though if she asked for it, she had to give up everything and leave with nothing. Her whole life was here now, revolved around that man. She’d learned how to eat correctly, dance properly, and had etiquette lessons that first year as well. She even learned how to apply make-up and do her hair. All things that were needed to be his wife, to be seen on his arm. The only things she didn’t get in this marriage was an actual wedding, his heart, and to kiss the man she loved. Everything else was hers until they got divorced. She walked up to the cliff at the end of the property and sat down on the seat that was there. It was her favourite place to go and think. The wind would whip away her thoughts and clear her mind, and she liked the smell of the salty sea breeze as well. She should have held her tongue and she knew it. Should have known better than to ask to have a family. She, and family; those two things she didn't think really mixed. Though his family liked her, and she got along with his mother and father, his sister all quite well. They were nice normal people, everyday average people like she was. Cal had not been born wealthy, he had created his own wealth at 25, made a name for himself and continued to do so to this day. He ran his own company, enjoyed buying smaller companies and absorbing them, growing them, head-hunting the top computer programmers. She knew who they all were. That was her world. Though she worked remotely now, she could work anywhere in the world. She sat up there and looked over the ocean as she wondered where she would go when she got that divorce, and wondered if she should start looking now. He'd been unhappy with her question and she knew it; she recognised that expression on his face. That one question could well be her undoing in this marriage. She sighed softly and looked out there at the ocean and wondered if one day she would have someone to call, son or daughter. Though she knew right now that it wasn’t going to be with Cal, that was now a given. “There will be no baby in this marriage.” She mimicked his words. But then she huffed at herself and got up. She wanted a baby, and she wasn’t getting any younger; She was already 28. Maybe it was time to move on, away from him and this life he gave her, but also at the same time, how could she? When she loved him. Calvin He stood prowling around in Wil’s office. The man was on the phone, and it wasn’t even 9am yet. Cal was annoyed right this minute, his plan to ask for a divorce this morning had not happened. Rin had just completely blindsided him with that question about her wanting a baby with him. “What’s got you all worked up?” Wil finally asked when he ended the call. The man had been watching him prowl around the room. “Did Rin lose it when you asked for the divorce?” “No, I didn’t ask her for one,” he muttered. “What? Why not? That was the plan,” Wil stated with a frown. “I just couldn’t. She was happy last night, giggled at me and then this morning…” he sighed. “She asked me about having a baby.” “What!” Wil stared at him now. “Yeah, that was my reaction.” Calvin stated, “How could I ask for a divorce on the back of that conversation? She would think it was because she had asked for a baby. That’s just wrong, I’m not that cruel.” “You say that, but that girl is in love with you, Calvin, you said so yourself. Told me she was all curled into you after your second wedding anniversary and murmured she loved you in her half-addled sleep state.” “I know,” he muttered, and a slight smile touched his face at the memory of it. She’d been so cute, hugged into him patted his chest a little and sighed all softly, kind of dreamily murmured ‘I love you, Cal.’ She was the only one allowed to call him Cal. Everyone else called him Calvin or Mr Reeves. “You should have asked for a divorce back then,” Wil muttered, "now look at what you’ve got yourself into." “I wasn’t ready then.” He sighed and sat down on the man’s couch, and he hadn’t been. Yes, she was his wife, but it was contract marriage and he’d never looked at her in any other way than that. “I have to ask for it now, I just couldn’t do it today as planned.” “Well, the sooner, the better, you know this. Even a no-contest divorce, which it will be, will take six weeks to settle and be finalized, so I suggest you start making those plans of yours come to light. Or she might just ask for it herself. Do you really want that?” “No,” he muttered. “It has to come from me,” he nodded. “I’ll sort my end out today. I know where she dreams of going on holiday. It’s not half obvious her screen saver is the place she wants to go.” “Then make the plans, you keep her passport, right?” Wil stated. “Yes, it’s with mine. I’ll get it all sorted out, the flights and accommodation, the tours I know she’ll want to go on.” he nodded decisively. His mind was made up. “It’s a lot of effort for a divorce, you know that right.” Wil shook his head. “Mm, I’m the good guy, remember.” Though he didn’t feel like it right now, that girl had nobody, dumped in an orphanage and then raised in the foster system. He was surprised she was so well-adjusted. He shook that off and stood up. “When will the papers be drawn up?” “When you list off what you want in them, I’ll draw it up today I got the time, no court today myself. What is she getting?” “The house we share, and four million dollars should do it. Then that holiday all paid to her dream destination. I’ll make it first class, as well.” He would spoil her a little, she deserved it. “Are you sure you want to do it this way, Calvin. You could simply...” “No, it has to be this way. We have to get divorced, it’s the only way I see her being happy. She’ll understand my intent is to let her go, so she can be happy in the future.” “It could backfire, you know, I’d be willing to bet there is a temper in that wife of yours.” “Hmm, I’ve never seen it,” he shook his head. “She’s too sweet to yell and scream and pitch a fit. Likely just stare at me and mutter ‘right where are the papers.’” Or that was what he was hoping for. “I don’t want a big scene made out of this, keep it low-key and out of the papers.” “So when are you going to do it? Will you be delivering the papers yourself? Or will I be the bad guy for your sweet-natured, loving wife?” Wil muttered. “I understand you don’t like it, Wil, but we can’t go on in our marriage as it is. It’s not right and you know it. I can never tell her I love her back, so it’s time to get divorced.” He stated “If you can get everything drawn up by tomorrow, we’ll both go to the Cliffside Estate, and I’ll tell her I want a divorce and you, my friend, can hand her the papers.” “Yay, I ain’t getting in the way if she tries to smack you one.” “She won’t,” Cal stated, and she wouldn’t. She wasn’t that kind of woman. “Getting her heart broken, she just might. I’ll have them ready to go in the morning. Best you sign them prior to going out there, so I can file them on the day, so that six-week wait starts right away. Cal nodded and headed off to his own office. It was going to be a long and infuriatingly frustrating day, and he knew it. His mind was going to be distracted with those words she’d uttered this morning. A baby, she wanted to have a baby with him, inside a contract marriage. It was not the right thing to do, to bring a child into a marriage like they had. So, no, he would not only not have a baby with her, he would divorce her to make sure she would understand him. He spent the day sorting out airfares and accommodation, checked on tours of the area and booked several of them: a vineyard tour, a hot air balloon ride, horseback riding on the beach. A dinner cruise on a nice yacht and a spa day, he booked the best hotels and made sure there were luxury transfers. All the things she’d talked about with his own mother, all the things his mother told him he should do with her,” take your wife on vacation son, make it romantic and relax, enjoy each other.” He knew what that meant. She wanted him to have a baby with his wife. Come home pregnant is what she meant. He looked at the list of things, and printed out the itinerary. It was quite extensive, a full month-long holiday in Italy. She would really like that, she would see he’d made the effort to give her something she was interested in, her dream destination. She’d not had a holiday in the three years they’d been married, his schedule kind of hindered that. He always had events, whether they be business or charity, here or in other states or outside the country. He put it all together and got her passport from the safe, flipped through it. She’d been on two business trips with him, and he’d bedded her relentlessly those days they’d stayed together. His wife was beautiful and had a smile that could melt any man's heart. That was why he needed a divorce. He wanted her to be truly happy, and she could not be that inside their contract marriage, something that was full of rules and stipulations, things he kept in place to protect her and himself. Not that it had seemed to help protect her, she’d still managed to fall in love with him. It was time to end their sham of a marriage in favour of happiness and contentment. She wasn’t going to like it, be heartbroken, but it was for the best. He couldn’t stay in that contract marriage if he couldn’t give her what she truly wanted, and he could not. Rin She was out the back of the house, sitting in the shade of a large tree on a blanket. The morning was sunny, but cool, and the breeze coming off the ocean was gentle. She was working outside this morning, being cooped up in that big house for the past two days without so much as a single word from Cal, had kind of felt suffocating. She understood he was mad at her, and that those words he’d spoken were in fact the truth. The manuscript she was working on had turned dark and emotional, to match her mood. Though she had used those feelings she’d had of heartache and loneliness to add a new twist to the tale she was weaving. Even now she was typing away out here, she’d not really slept all that much last night, she had tossed and turned and, in the end gotten herself up to write, because it was the one thing that could shut her own emotions off or pour them into her writing. She turned her head at the sound of a car coming up the driveway and frowned instantly. Cal never came home at this time of the day. She wasn’t even dressed appropriately, she was just sitting out here in an old pair of shorts and a tee-shirt. She did always try to dress nicely when he was around. These were clothes from her old days. She’d been feeling nostalgic and so had rummaged through her old clothes, to be her old self. She had a feeling she was about to be shoved back into her old life, and so she was dressed to match her mood. She turned back to her work. It was unlikely he was there to see her. At this time of the day, he likely needed something from his office; he did have one here, though she never went in there. He’d told her once not to, and had also pointed out the camera that was in there. It was motion activated and would alert his phone if she did go in there. She’d not really cared about it, didn’t work in his industry, though she knew a fair few of those that worked in his tech department. She had a computer science degree and could, if she so chose to, could go and sit in her office inside his building in the city and work all day long. She and the team she worked for, had been absorbed by C.R. Technology just before he and she had gotten into the marriage contract; that was how he’d come across her. She was the one that checked for bugs and glitches in the gaming programmes they made. She was smart technology-wise, just not so smart in the emotional department. She had given her heart to the man she was married to, and she shouldn't have. She caught movement in her peripheral vision and turned to look, to see not only Cal coming this way but his friend and lawyer, Wil, as well. Her eyes moved to the envelope in Wil's hand; It was large. Denoting a contract of some sort. Here it comes she told herself, and wondered how she was going to explain herself to the team, that she’d gotten divorced, when everything in her life looked wonderful, and that she had an amazing husband. They were a team of girls, and they all thought she was so very lucky to have the love of a man like Calvin Reeves. Little did they know she did not have his heart, and as she watched him walk towards her, Rin finally realised it was true. He may have hers, but she would never have his. It was all just a show for the public, something to keep his public image clean and family-orientated. She closed her laptop so that no prying eyes would see what she was working on. It was nothing to do with his company. Not even Cal knew she had a second career. She'd needed to keep that part of her life solely for herself, for the day she got divorced and she was once again all alone. She’d never told anyone, she'd always worried it would be a complete and utter failure. Though it was not, it had taken off really well a year and a half ago, and if she was completely honest with herself, she’d kept it from Cal on purpose, because she knew this day would come, and she needed something to fall back on. She had a secret career under her pen name Marilyn Riddley. Her romance novels sold quite well, and she now had two books in print. The rest were all online, but she had made it, and could actually earn a living from it. Not be super wealthy, but enough to sit at home and work on the next one, instead of having to go into the office and work in the computer lab. When their divorce was finalised, she would leave her life as Marrin Reeves and become Marilyn Riddley, move away from this city, where everyone would know her as the ex-wife of Calvin Reeves. She would move to some place where no one would know her and she could live her life small and peacefully, and never have to hear his name or see him with another woman on his arm, because she knew that would just be painful for her to look at, read about in the papers or see online. She was going to have to leave his company, it was part of the marriage contract. When they divorced, she would move on from the company so as not to cause gossip or awkwardness for him. Though he had told her he’d personally write her a glowing reference for the work she’d participated in within his company. So it would be easy for her to get another job in her field. He might be able to see her in her field at those conferences without issue, but she doubted she’d be able to look at him with some other woman on his arm, and not feel uncomfortable inside her chest. If he had the audacity to kiss another woman in front of her, she’d likely lose it completely, even though those lips of his were never to be hers, not for a single second. That didn’t mean she didn’t think about how it would feel to have him kiss her. Would it be all soft and sensual? Or would it be all hard and demanding? Or would it be light and playful even? She wanted to experience it all, but would never get to. No, that was only for the woman he would love, Mrs Right. Her heart ached as she looked at him. He was dressed as immaculately as always; a dark blue suit, white dress shirt and a blue and gold tie. He had a hand in his pants' pocket as he walked across the lawn towards hers with Wil next to him. She saw him chuckle softly and even Wil chuckled right after him. A small part of her clung to the hope that she was wrong. This was not about them getting divorced at all, because how could he be smiling and laughing with Wil? If they were here to serve her with divorce papers. That was not a funny matter, but a serious matter. She stood up to greet them, and she saw his eyes look over her outfit, and a frown marred his handsome face; he didn’t like her wearing this type of clothing. It was not something he’d bought for her or approved of her wearing. She smiled at him like she always did. “Cal, you’re not normally here at this time of the day.” She stated. “Is that why you’re dressed like that?” he asked right back, and she could hear the disapproval in his voice. “Didn’t I purchase you proper summer clothing?” She looked down at her old clothes and half smiled. “I’m going to do some gardening. These are appropriate wear for that.” She looked back to him. “Hmm, I suppose they are only good for getting dirty.” He nodded and looked right at her. “It’s time to get divorced, Rin,” he told her. There was no hesitation in his words. “If you could sign the papers today, I’d appreciate it. It will take six weeks for the finality of it to come through.” And there it was. She’d not been wrong, and she just knew that one question she’d stupidly asked him had brought this about. Why oh why couldn’t she have kept it to herself? Said nothing and ignored her need to have a baby with the man she loved. She told herself as she stood there staring at him. Wondering if telling him she was sorry and hadn’t meant it would work to keep him by her side. Though it was only a fleeting thought, she knew he'd made up his mind. Her eyes moved to Wil as he opened the envelope he was carrying and pulled out the documents inside it. It wasn’t just a simple piece of paper, it looked to be quite extensive. She could well imagine there was a non-disclosure agreement there as well, for her not to ever talk about their marriage contract. “It’s a no-contest divorce as per our marriage contract,” Cal stated. “I have also organised for you to go overseas on a holiday. You’ve not been able to take a vacation in the past three years, that we were married. I’ve accounted for that and an all-expenses paid trip has been organised for you, as part of the divorce agreement.” ... Open the app and continue reading the rest of the story . 👉 (It will automatically jump to the book when you open the app)

From international arms dealer, to full-time dad.

Connor Reed, the most powerful arms dealer in the world, saves a Charlotte Hayes and spends the night with her while he is undercover. Four years later, while still hiding, Charlotte shows up... with their child. Now Connor must keep both of them safe... without revealing his true identity.

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"“You booked her a one-way ticket?” “It was temporary.” “Then why did she change her name back before she left?” Calvin froze. “She what?” Wil exhaled slowly. “She resigned. Closed her accounts. Sold nothing. Took nothing.” “That’s impossible,” Calvin said sharply. “She’s my wife.” Wil looked at him, pity sharp in his gaze. “No. She was. And you taught her how easy it was to live without you.” Silence fell. Then Calvin whispered, almost to himself, “…Where would she even go?”" --- Rin Her husband of three years, Cal, was home for the night. He only came home from the city once or twice a week. He’d crawled into their marital bed and pulled her right towards him, his hands sliding down her body caressively and his mouth hot on her neck. “I’m home.” He murmured as he tugged at her sleepwear till it was gone. And then his mouth was moving down her body in heated kisses. Kissing her in turn, tugging at her hardening. She sighed at first and then moaned softly as his heated, hungry kisses turned her on. It never took him long to be all hard and wanting of her body. His mouth hit her core and she gasped out in pleasure in their darkened bedroom. Rin slid her hands into his hair and pushed her hips up to get more of him. She loved him and he was tasting her hungrily. And she gasped as he moved up to tease her “Do you want me, Rin?” he asked, even though he knew well she did want him. She was all hot and wet and well on her way to for him. He was good, and she often slept exhausted afterwards. “Yes.” She moaned without hesitation and felt his mouth move up her body in soft little nips to her skin. He bit gently at her neck just below her ear, something she loved; and he knew it, as he pushed himself inside of her, and she moaned as he did so. She could even feel the curve of his smile against her neck as he took her in a long slow push, something he loved to do never rushed that first moment of taking her for himself. He was not going to be in a rush tonight and she knew it. The man liked to take his time, and she would take all of him for as long as he wanted to have her. She moved with him, slowly and easily. Their bodies worked well together, three years of marriage and they both knew how to please each other. Take their own pleasure and increase it for the other. He’d never been shy about it, and she’d learned a lot from him. She was crying out for God later as she came, and he pushed himself up and looked down at her, smiled at her. “You know it’s not God giving you that.” He shook his head a little as he slipped from her body and tugged her over onto her stomach. Rin smiled, she knew he wasn’t done and let him grab her wrists and push them up the bed to grab the edge. She was turned on just thinking about what he was going to do. Hold her down and take her all eagerly from behind. She just let him move her about the bed until he had her in the position he wanted, tucked under him like a little frog. “You ready, Rin?” He asked, and she could hear the smile with his murmured words, and she looked over her shoulder at him, her gorgeous husband and nodded at him. “Yes.” She told him as he slid himself against her, and she heard him sigh, something else he liked sliding through her wet folds, half a dozen slides against her, and then he move into her. He gripped her hips and pulled her hard back against him, and she pushed her hips up a little more and heard him groan “That’s it,” and he was then just taking her all eagerly, until she was once again crying out. She felt him, and heard his grunt of satisfaction, before he slipped from her body and lay on the bed next to her. She shifted herself to lay down comfortably on her stomach, and turned her face to look at his profile, in the darkness of the room. It was perfect, she thought to herself absently. “Sleep.” He murmured and smacked her on her bare backside. She chuckled softly and closed her eyes, loved this man, her husband, and sometimes she could almost believe he loved her back. He could be playful in this bedroom of theirs at times. And it made her heart flutter, like it was doing right now. That little playful swat to her backside extended the intimacy between them. It was hard for her to stay grounded when he was in this bed, or she was on his arm at some business or charity event. But that was why she was here. He’d married her to be on his arm, told her she was beautiful and would look good next to him. They had a marriage contract with no expiry date. He’d told her that one day he’d ask for a divorce, and she’d get a decent settlement from him. All she had to do was stand next to him when it was required. She’d done that, worn many a beautiful dress while on his arm, and heard a few jealous comments from other women around them. Murmuring that she was a nobody and didn’t deserve to be by his side. They thought only someone from high society should be on Calvin Reeves' arm. They didn’t think she suited the position. But she wasn’t some dumb bimbo that didn’t have a degree. She worked from home was all, just needed her laptop and an internet connection. Cal knew this had been the one to approach her, in fact, not the other way around. She’d been talking to a few of those in her field asking about living arrangements. Her lease was up, and she needed to find a new place to live. The owner was kicking her out of the apartment she’d lived in for three years. Cal had offered her a home, this very house, in fact. She looked at him sleeping in the bed next to her and wondered, not for the first time, how she was going to handle the day he asked for a divorce, though she knew it wasn’t going to be anytime soon. He’d stated once when she’d been at his family home playing with his nieces and nephews ‘not until after at least three years of marriage.’ To his mother when she'd asked about them having children. She’d looked at him. They’d only been together for a year at the time, and she’d not expected him to state anything about children ever. He’d smiled at her and stated “You can ask after our third anniversary. She’d turned away from him and not known what to say. She wasn’t even allowed to kiss that man. Not ever. It was the one thing he had demanded in their marriage agreement, that there would be no kissing during their entire marriage, no mouth-to-mouth kissing. Though he had expected it to be a proper marriage other than that. Marital was a yes as far as he was concerned, he’d told her simply ‘I like it, I’ll want it, and you’re a grown woman who has needs. We can sort each other out.’ They’d been married three years now and still he’d kept to that rule. The one time she’d tried to kiss him, pull his mouth to hers during it, he’d actually stopped and gotten out of their bed and stated “we have rules about that Rin.” And to her complete shock he’d gotten dressed and left the house altogether, she’d tried to apologise told him she’d gotten carried away in the heat of the moment was all. He’d not seemed to care for her apology at the time, and so she’d just dropped the subject. It had been a year and a half into their marriage, and she’d already fallen in love with him. That was why she’d wanted to kiss him, to know what it was like to kiss the man she loved. He was always nice to her, charming and gracious, very attentive when they were out together at a function, smiled at her and danced with her. She’d stupidly fallen into that web he’d woven for the people he socialised with and worked alongside, and had also thought he was in love with her. How wrong she had been. She’d heard him not long after their second anniversary on the phone to his best friend Wil, also his lawyer. ‘The marriage suits me. I’ll divorce Rin when I find Mrs Right.’ It had hurt to hear those words, and she’d had to remind herself she wasn’t the love of his life, and that really good one did not denote love; but it was so very hard sometimes. When he was here at the house, because he was all hands on with her when he was. Every night was like tonight; when he’d crawled right into their bed and wanted her, know just how to please her and had done so twice, extended that intimacy just a little afterward even. She closed her eyes and sighed softly. It had been three years; their anniversary had been a week ago, and he’d wined and dined her, just like he had their first two wedding anniversaries, and a part of her knew it was all for show. But another part of her had loved every second of it, as she bought into her own lies about the type of marriage they had. Rin She woke up alone in their bed, and she sighed to herself as she rolled over onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. Sometimes they had morning one as well, and she kind of wanted that right now, as much as she knew she shouldn’t ever really want anything from her husband. She never asked for anything other than here in this bedroom, when he had his hands on her. This house was more than enough: it was large and impressive and there was a housekeeper that came every Monday and Friday, before the weekend and after the weekend. She maintained the house every other day. It wasn’t that hard to do, it was just her that lived here. Cal lived in the city in a penthouse apartment that was just over an hour away. She lay there in their bed and wondered if he’d left already. She glanced at the clock; it was just after seven, he had likely already gone. She always slept like the dead after it. It relaxed her completely, though she too knew that Cal slept well after it. Though he never bothered to wake her when he got up in the morning, nope, he'd shower, dress and leave, and she'd wake up alone 50% of the time. She sat up and then got out of bed, showered and dressed for the day. Pulled on a pair of soft cream slacks and a simple silk singlet top in a soft purple, her wardrobe was a far cry from what it had been when she’d moved into this house. Even her underwear was expensive, because Cal bought most of it. He would occasionally stroll through the door and hand her a bag, smile at her and say “I bought you something. Wear it for me.” She pulled her long thick dark hair up into an easy ponytail and trotted down the stairs, and nearly came to a standstill upon seeing Cal sitting at the dining room table, reading the paper and coffee next to him. He looked at her briefly. “What?” he asked. “Nothing,” she shook her head and went to make coffee for herself. “Do you want breakfast?” she offered. He rarely stayed for meals there with her. “No, I’ll be off shortly. Got a legal appointment at nine,” he stated simply. “Alright.” She nodded and made herself some toast to go with her coffee. Then she debated if today was the day to ask him. She was looking at him while he read the paper, as she held her coffee cup to herself. She didn’t have any family; she had been an orphan for as long as she could remember, moving from one foster home to another. She enjoyed being married even though he wasn’t really here, if she was sick or injured, his name was there as her Next of Kin. She’d never had that before, not until they'd been married. She liked knowing that she could write his name there on those forms that required her to fill it in. “What is it Rin? You're burning a hole in me,” he stated. “Oh, sorry.” She took her toast and walked over to sit at the table. “I didn’t mean to stare.” She knew that was something he considered rude, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that they’d just had their three-year anniversary. She could ask for a baby, and his child would be adorable. “Rin?” he huffed and looked at her, folding the newspaper and getting up after another minute of her just staring at him. “Just tell me what you’re thinking. Do you want something?” he asked. “N…no, nothing like that. I just, well, we’ve been married for three years now.” she kind of stammered a bit. “Yes.” He nodded and drank the remainder of his coffee. “You once told me, I, we, could have a baby after three years of marriage.” She bit the bullet and told him what she was thinking. “Did I, I don’t recall that.” He frowned right at her. “Yes, it was just after our first anniversary at your mother's house,” she told him. She recalled it very vividly. “For mothers' benefit only then… Did you try and get pregnant last night?” he was suddenly frowning right at her now. “No, I’m still on birth control.” She shook her head and looked at her watch. It was almost time to go and take it, she realised. “Good, stay on it,” Cal stated and headed for the door. “There will be no baby inside this marriage.” He looked right at her. “I mean that, not inside this marriage, am I clear.” “Yes.” She murmured as pain touched her chest. She watched him leave the room and thought about those very words ‘there will be no baby inside this marriage.’ ‘For his mother's benefit,’ but he’d looked at her that day and nodded at her, as if to tell her yes he meant it. They could have a baby together if their marriage lasted that long. The man she loved, her husband, didn’t want to have a baby with her. When she left this marriage she would once again be alone. A part of her she knew, as to think he would want that with her. She was just a contract wife. A convenience for him to show he was a family man was all. She got up and walked outside. Maybe it was time to ask for a divorce herself, either one of them could ask for it. There was an exit clause, though if she asked for it, she had to give up everything and leave with nothing. Her whole life was here now, revolved around that man. She’d learned how to eat correctly, dance properly, and had etiquette lessons that first year as well. She even learned how to apply make-up and do her hair. All things that were needed to be his wife, to be seen on his arm. The only things she didn’t get in this marriage was an actual wedding, his heart, and to kiss the man she loved. Everything else was hers until they got divorced. She walked up to the cliff at the end of the property and sat down on the seat that was there. It was her favourite place to go and think. The wind would whip away her thoughts and clear her mind, and she liked the smell of the salty sea breeze as well. She should have held her tongue and she knew it. Should have known better than to ask to have a family. She, and family; those two things she didn't think really mixed. Though his family liked her, and she got along with his mother and father, his sister all quite well. They were nice normal people, everyday average people like she was. Cal had not been born wealthy, he had created his own wealth at 25, made a name for himself and continued to do so to this day. He ran his own company, enjoyed buying smaller companies and absorbing them, growing them, head-hunting the top computer programmers. She knew who they all were. That was her world. Though she worked remotely now, she could work anywhere in the world. She sat up there and looked over the ocean as she wondered where she would go when she got that divorce, and wondered if she should start looking now. He'd been unhappy with her question and she knew it; she recognised that expression on his face. That one question could well be her undoing in this marriage. She sighed softly and looked out there at the ocean and wondered if one day she would have someone to call, son or daughter. Though she knew right now that it wasn’t going to be with Cal, that was now a given. “There will be no baby in this marriage.” She mimicked his words. But then she huffed at herself and got up. She wanted a baby, and she wasn’t getting any younger; She was already 28. Maybe it was time to move on, away from him and this life he gave her, but also at the same time, how could she? When she loved him. Calvin He stood prowling around in Wil’s office. The man was on the phone, and it wasn’t even 9am yet. Cal was annoyed right this minute, his plan to ask for a divorce this morning had not happened. Rin had just completely blindsided him with that question about her wanting a baby with him. “What’s got you all worked up?” Wil finally asked when he ended the call. The man had been watching him prowl around the room. “Did Rin lose it when you asked for the divorce?” “No, I didn’t ask her for one,” he muttered. “What? Why not? That was the plan,” Wil stated with a frown. “I just couldn’t. She was happy last night, giggled at me and then this morning…” he sighed. “She asked me about having a baby.” “What!” Wil stared at him now. “Yeah, that was my reaction.” Calvin stated, “How could I ask for a divorce on the back of that conversation? She would think it was because she had asked for a baby. That’s just wrong, I’m not that cruel.” “You say that, but that girl is in love with you, Calvin, you said so yourself. Told me she was all curled into you after your second wedding anniversary and murmured she loved you in her half-addled sleep state.” “I know,” he muttered, and a slight smile touched his face at the memory of it. She’d been so cute, hugged into him patted his chest a little and sighed all softly, kind of dreamily murmured ‘I love you, Cal.’ She was the only one allowed to call him Cal. Everyone else called him Calvin or Mr Reeves. “You should have asked for a divorce back then,” Wil muttered, "now look at what you’ve got yourself into." “I wasn’t ready then.” He sighed and sat down on the man’s couch, and he hadn’t been. Yes, she was his wife, but it was contract marriage and he’d never looked at her in any other way than that. “I have to ask for it now, I just couldn’t do it today as planned.” “Well, the sooner, the better, you know this. Even a no-contest divorce, which it will be, will take six weeks to settle and be finalized, so I suggest you start making those plans of yours come to light. Or she might just ask for it herself. Do you really want that?” “No,” he muttered. “It has to come from me,” he nodded. “I’ll sort my end out today. I know where she dreams of going on holiday. It’s not half obvious her screen saver is the place she wants to go.” “Then make the plans, you keep her passport, right?” Wil stated. “Yes, it’s with mine. I’ll get it all sorted out, the flights and accommodation, the tours I know she’ll want to go on.” he nodded decisively. His mind was made up. “It’s a lot of effort for a divorce, you know that right.” Wil shook his head. “Mm, I’m the good guy, remember.” Though he didn’t feel like it right now, that girl had nobody, dumped in an orphanage and then raised in the foster system. He was surprised she was so well-adjusted. He shook that off and stood up. “When will the papers be drawn up?” “When you list off what you want in them, I’ll draw it up today I got the time, no court today myself. What is she getting?” “The house we share, and four million dollars should do it. Then that holiday all paid to her dream destination. I’ll make it first class, as well.” He would spoil her a little, she deserved it. “Are you sure you want to do it this way, Calvin. You could simply...” “No, it has to be this way. We have to get divorced, it’s the only way I see her being happy. She’ll understand my intent is to let her go, so she can be happy in the future.” “It could backfire, you know, I’d be willing to bet there is a temper in that wife of yours.” “Hmm, I’ve never seen it,” he shook his head. “She’s too sweet to yell and scream and pitch a fit. Likely just stare at me and mutter ‘right where are the papers.’” Or that was what he was hoping for. “I don’t want a big scene made out of this, keep it low-key and out of the papers.” “So when are you going to do it? Will you be delivering the papers yourself? Or will I be the bad guy for your sweet-natured, loving wife?” Wil muttered. “I understand you don’t like it, Wil, but we can’t go on in our marriage as it is. It’s not right and you know it. I can never tell her I love her back, so it’s time to get divorced.” He stated “If you can get everything drawn up by tomorrow, we’ll both go to the Cliffside Estate, and I’ll tell her I want a divorce and you, my friend, can hand her the papers.” “Yay, I ain’t getting in the way if she tries to smack you one.” “She won’t,” Cal stated, and she wouldn’t. She wasn’t that kind of woman. “Getting her heart broken, she just might. I’ll have them ready to go in the morning. Best you sign them prior to going out there, so I can file them on the day, so that six-week wait starts right away. Cal nodded and headed off to his own office. It was going to be a long and infuriatingly frustrating day, and he knew it. His mind was going to be distracted with those words she’d uttered this morning. A baby, she wanted to have a baby with him, inside a contract marriage. It was not the right thing to do, to bring a child into a marriage like they had. So, no, he would not only not have a baby with her, he would divorce her to make sure she would understand him. He spent the day sorting out airfares and accommodation, checked on tours of the area and booked several of them: a vineyard tour, a hot air balloon ride, horseback riding on the beach. A dinner cruise on a nice yacht and a spa day, he booked the best hotels and made sure there were luxury transfers. All the things she’d talked about with his own mother, all the things his mother told him he should do with her,” take your wife on vacation son, make it romantic and relax, enjoy each other.” He knew what that meant. She wanted him to have a baby with his wife. Come home pregnant is what she meant. He looked at the list of things, and printed out the itinerary. It was quite extensive, a full month-long holiday in Italy. She would really like that, she would see he’d made the effort to give her something she was interested in, her dream destination. She’d not had a holiday in the three years they’d been married, his schedule kind of hindered that. He always had events, whether they be business or charity, here or in other states or outside the country. He put it all together and got her passport from the safe, flipped through it. She’d been on two business trips with him, and he’d bedded her relentlessly those days they’d stayed together. His wife was beautiful and had a smile that could melt any man's heart. That was why he needed a divorce. He wanted her to be truly happy, and she could not be that inside their contract marriage, something that was full of rules and stipulations, things he kept in place to protect her and himself. Not that it had seemed to help protect her, she’d still managed to fall in love with him. It was time to end their sham of a marriage in favour of happiness and contentment. She wasn’t going to like it, be heartbroken, but it was for the best. He couldn’t stay in that contract marriage if he couldn’t give her what she truly wanted, and he could not. Rin She was out the back of the house, sitting in the shade of a large tree on a blanket. The morning was sunny, but cool, and the breeze coming off the ocean was gentle. She was working outside this morning, being cooped up in that big house for the past two days without so much as a single word from Cal, had kind of felt suffocating. She understood he was mad at her, and that those words he’d spoken were in fact the truth. The manuscript she was working on had turned dark and emotional, to match her mood. Though she had used those feelings she’d had of heartache and loneliness to add a new twist to the tale she was weaving. Even now she was typing away out here, she’d not really slept all that much last night, she had tossed and turned and, in the end gotten herself up to write, because it was the one thing that could shut her own emotions off or pour them into her writing. She turned her head at the sound of a car coming up the driveway and frowned instantly. Cal never came home at this time of the day. She wasn’t even dressed appropriately, she was just sitting out here in an old pair of shorts and a tee-shirt. She did always try to dress nicely when he was around. These were clothes from her old days. She’d been feeling nostalgic and so had rummaged through her old clothes, to be her old self. She had a feeling she was about to be shoved back into her old life, and so she was dressed to match her mood. She turned back to her work. It was unlikely he was there to see her. At this time of the day, he likely needed something from his office; he did have one here, though she never went in there. He’d told her once not to, and had also pointed out the camera that was in there. It was motion activated and would alert his phone if she did go in there. She’d not really cared about it, didn’t work in his industry, though she knew a fair few of those that worked in his tech department. She had a computer science degree and could, if she so chose to, could go and sit in her office inside his building in the city and work all day long. She and the team she worked for, had been absorbed by C.R. Technology just before he and she had gotten into the marriage contract; that was how he’d come across her. She was the one that checked for bugs and glitches in the gaming programmes they made. She was smart technology-wise, just not so smart in the emotional department. She had given her heart to the man she was married to, and she shouldn't have. She caught movement in her peripheral vision and turned to look, to see not only Cal coming this way but his friend and lawyer, Wil, as well. Her eyes moved to the envelope in Wil's hand; It was large. Denoting a contract of some sort. Here it comes she told herself, and wondered how she was going to explain herself to the team, that she’d gotten divorced, when everything in her life looked wonderful, and that she had an amazing husband. They were a team of girls, and they all thought she was so very lucky to have the love of a man like Calvin Reeves. Little did they know she did not have his heart, and as she watched him walk towards her, Rin finally realised it was true. He may have hers, but she would never have his. It was all just a show for the public, something to keep his public image clean and family-orientated. She closed her laptop so that no prying eyes would see what she was working on. It was nothing to do with his company. Not even Cal knew she had a second career. She'd needed to keep that part of her life solely for herself, for the day she got divorced and she was once again all alone. She’d never told anyone, she'd always worried it would be a complete and utter failure. Though it was not, it had taken off really well a year and a half ago, and if she was completely honest with herself, she’d kept it from Cal on purpose, because she knew this day would come, and she needed something to fall back on. She had a secret career under her pen name Marilyn Riddley. Her romance novels sold quite well, and she now had two books in print. The rest were all online, but she had made it, and could actually earn a living from it. Not be super wealthy, but enough to sit at home and work on the next one, instead of having to go into the office and work in the computer lab. When their divorce was finalised, she would leave her life as Marrin Reeves and become Marilyn Riddley, move away from this city, where everyone would know her as the ex-wife of Calvin Reeves. She would move to some place where no one would know her and she could live her life small and peacefully, and never have to hear his name or see him with another woman on his arm, because she knew that would just be painful for her to look at, read about in the papers or see online. She was going to have to leave his company, it was part of the marriage contract. When they divorced, she would move on from the company so as not to cause gossip or awkwardness for him. Though he had told her he’d personally write her a glowing reference for the work she’d participated in within his company. So it would be easy for her to get another job in her field. He might be able to see her in her field at those conferences without issue, but she doubted she’d be able to look at him with some other woman on his arm, and not feel uncomfortable inside her chest. If he had the audacity to kiss another woman in front of her, she’d likely lose it completely, even though those lips of his were never to be hers, not for a single second. That didn’t mean she didn’t think about how it would feel to have him kiss her. Would it be all soft and sensual? Or would it be all hard and demanding? Or would it be light and playful even? She wanted to experience it all, but would never get to. No, that was only for the woman he would love, Mrs Right. Her heart ached as she looked at him. He was dressed as immaculately as always; a dark blue suit, white dress shirt and a blue and gold tie. He had a hand in his pants' pocket as he walked across the lawn towards hers with Wil next to him. She saw him chuckle softly and even Wil chuckled right after him. A small part of her clung to the hope that she was wrong. This was not about them getting divorced at all, because how could he be smiling and laughing with Wil? If they were here to serve her with divorce papers. That was not a funny matter, but a serious matter. She stood up to greet them, and she saw his eyes look over her outfit, and a frown marred his handsome face; he didn’t like her wearing this type of clothing. It was not something he’d bought for her or approved of her wearing. She smiled at him like she always did. “Cal, you’re not normally here at this time of the day.” She stated. “Is that why you’re dressed like that?” he asked right back, and she could hear the disapproval in his voice. “Didn’t I purchase you proper summer clothing?” She looked down at her old clothes and half smiled. “I’m going to do some gardening. These are appropriate wear for that.” She looked back to him. “Hmm, I suppose they are only good for getting dirty.” He nodded and looked right at her. “It’s time to get divorced, Rin,” he told her. There was no hesitation in his words. “If you could sign the papers today, I’d appreciate it. It will take six weeks for the finality of it to come through.” And there it was. She’d not been wrong, and she just knew that one question she’d stupidly asked him had brought this about. Why oh why couldn’t she have kept it to herself? Said nothing and ignored her need to have a baby with the man she loved. She told herself as she stood there staring at him. Wondering if telling him she was sorry and hadn’t meant it would work to keep him by her side. Though it was only a fleeting thought, she knew he'd made up his mind. Her eyes moved to Wil as he opened the envelope he was carrying and pulled out the documents inside it. It wasn’t just a simple piece of paper, it looked to be quite extensive. She could well imagine there was a non-disclosure agreement there as well, for her not to ever talk about their marriage contract. “It’s a no-contest divorce as per our marriage contract,” Cal stated. “I have also organised for you to go overseas on a holiday. You’ve not been able to take a vacation in the past three years, that we were married. I’ve accounted for that and an all-expenses paid trip has been organised for you, as part of the divorce agreement.” ... Open the app and continue reading the rest of the story . 👉 (It will automatically jump to the book when you open the app)