Chapter 92. Party Gone Wrong

Lucien

He swore as the minutes ticked by and his wife did not appear.

Lucien tossed his head back and gulped down another drink as his anxiety grew. He wanted to be back in the confines of his home in the suburbs, with the woman he cared for in his arms. Raking his hands through his vibrant grey hair, he thought again about how she had become so important to him.

‘Damn,’, he thought, scowling, he was totally smitten by her. The way her brown eyes lit up when they saw him, the way she still blushed when he fu*ked her and said things to her that made her cry out in protest…The way her pus*y tightened around his shaft when he was hammering into her, her muscles squeezing him…

But it was more than that, he acknowledged; he wanted to keep her happy, to see her smile.

He could not imagine a life without her.

His shoulders tightened. Yes, he had behaved like a boor, forgetting the fact that she had needed to sit down, and had not had a f