CHAPTER 31: CHAPTER 31

Quinn’s POV

Why did it have to feel so good? It heightened my arousal, and I bit my lower lip, giving in to the pleasure. He moved to my right side, and I let out a soft moan. I held him so tight.

"Don’t you dare stop," I pleaded with my eyes closed.

He stopped after a while, and I felt his two fingers down there again, rubbing and teasing. I felt so wet.

He brought his hard body close to mine, rubbing the tip against me, and it drove me crazy.

He plunged in. I was expecting pain, just like the first time, but no. It didn’t hurt like it did before. He came in fully, and I felt full. He started to ride me slowly. Was it because of the baby?

"Are you okay? Should I reduce my pace? Should I stop?" he asked, looking so concerned.

I shook my head. "No. Please don’t," I breathed out.

He continued, and he was fast. So fast. I couldn’t stop moaning and begging him to go faster. So much pleasure. How could it be this mind-blowing and thrilling?

He raised me up a bit and moved into a new position. I shrieked when we both reached climax. He released inside me and pulled out, falling beside me on the bed. He held me close to him and covered us with the duvet. I panted softly.

"Thanks," he said and kissed my cheek.

I turned my head and tried to shift away from him, but he still had his grip on me.

"What did I do wrong?" he asked.

"You tricked me into being with you, and now you want to act like you care," I said.

I heard him chuckle. He had the nerve.

"You enjoyed it, and that’s all that matters," he said from behind me.

"I’m really tired. I have a headache. My head hurts," I mumbled.

"I’m sorry, Quinn. It’s all my fault," he said and kissed my neck.

"Stop calling me that. It makes me feel like a bad person," I said, pouting.

"Okay, wifey. I’ll get you a new nickname," he said, and I smiled.

I closed my eyes as I felt really sleepy and tired.

Joshua’s POV

Our honeymoon was finally over, and Dad sent three maids and guards to our house. I also had to resume work at my dad’s company today. He gave me a position two months before our wedding since I was about to have my own family.

I know my pregnant wife will miss me, but she’s just pretending. She told me to come back the next day so she could rest and enjoy herself.

I arrived at the office, and the driver opened the door for me. Maya ran to us and carried my briefcase. We went in together. We hadn’t spoken to each other since Quinn interrupted us that day I invited her over.

My dad’s employees weren’t so happy to see me again. Was it because they were all older than me? Who cares. It’s my father’s company. I made a mental note of all the sad and surprised faces. I’ll get them fired at the end of the day.

Maya closed the door after we entered my office. I sat at my desk, and she dropped the briefcase close by.

"Good morning, sir," she said, not making eye contact.

"I’m sorry about..."

"Forget all that. Tell me today’s schedule," I said sternly, turning on my laptop.

"Okay... um... you have an executive meeting tomorrow, and we also have a ton of new clients, and we’ve directed them all to the sub-companies. Another important event is the annual dinner gathering in two days at the grand hotel. You have to bring your wife along, sir," she said, and my eyes lit up at the mention of "wife."

Quinn? I have to bring her along... But she’s pregnant, and it would be stressful for her. I have to think of her health.

"No, I’ll take you along. I’ll send you cash this evening. Buy a nice dress," I said, working on my laptop.

"But, sir... your wife..."

"Don’t argue with me. Now go bring me the list of clients," I ordered.

She gulped and left.

AT HOME

I came home to my lovely wife and found her watching TV with a lot of snacks around her: chips, a sandwich, and a burger.

I sat beside her and kissed her on her cheek. "Hey, hot sauce, I’m home," I said.

She looked at me and sighed. "So my new nickname is hot sauce??" she asked, nodding and staring at me.

"If it’s not good, then I’m going with pregnant wife," I said and took a napkin, cleaning her mouth with it.

"How was your boring work?" she asked, taking the remote.

I chuckled. "It’s better than sitting at home all day watching cartoons," I said, taking off my jacket.

"I’m a housewife. I don’t have a choice," she said, pouting.

"I won’t let you work even if you weren’t a housewife. I care one hundred percent about my baby," I stated.

"Whatever. Hope you know what you’re doing in that office," she said.

"You think I’m as dumb as you?" I replied.

"Whatever, let’s eat something. I’m hungry," she said like a baby, and I helped her up.

He continued, and he was fast. So fast. I couldn’t stop moaning and begging him to go faster. So much pleasure. How could it be this mind-blowing and thrilling?

He raised me up a bit and moved into a new position. I shrieked when we both reached climax. He released inside me and pulled out, falling beside me on the bed. He held me close to him and covered us with the duvet. I panted softly.

"Thanks," he said and kissed my cheek.

I turned my head and tried to shift away from him, but he still had his grip on me.

"What did I do wrong?" he asked.

"You tricked me into being with you, and now you want to act like you care," I said.

I heard him chuckle. He had the nerve.

"You enjoyed it, and that’s all that matters," he said from behind me.

"I’m really tired. I have a headache. My head hurts," I mumbled.

"I’m sorry, Quinn. It’s all my fault," he said and kissed my neck.

"Stop calling me that. It makes me feel like a bad person," I said, pouting.

"Okay, wifey. I’ll get you a new nickname," he said, and I smiled.

I closed my eyes as I felt really sleepy and tired.

Joshua’s POV

Our honeymoon was finally over, and Dad sent three maids and guards to our house. I also had to resume work at my dad’s company today. He gave me a position two months before our wedding since I was about to have my own family.

I know my pregnant wife will miss me, but she’s just pretending. She told me to come back the next day so she could rest and enjoy herself.

I arrived at the office, and the driver opened the door for me. Maya ran to us and carried my briefcase. We went in together. We hadn’t spoken to each other since Quinn interrupted us that day I invited her over.

My dad’s employees weren’t so happy to see me again. Was it because they were all older than me? Who cares. It’s my father’s company. I made a mental note of all the sad and surprised faces. I’ll get them fired at the end of the day.

Maya closed the door after we entered my office. I sat at my desk, and she dropped the briefcase close by.

"Good morning, sir," she said, not making eye contact.

"I’m sorry about..."

"Forget all that. Tell me today’s schedule," I said sternly, turning on my laptop.

"Okay... um... you have an executive meeting tomorrow, and we also have a ton of new clients, and we’ve directed them all to the sub-companies. Another important event is the annual dinner gathering in two days at the grand hotel. You have to bring your wife along, sir," she said, and my eyes lit up at the mention of "wife."

Quinn? I have to bring her along... But she’s pregnant, and it would be stressful for her. I have to think of her health.

"No, I’ll take you along. I’ll send you cash this evening. Buy a nice dress," I said, working on my laptop.

"But, sir... your wife..."

"Don’t argue with me. Now go bring me the list of clients," I ordered.

She gulped and left.

AT HOME

I came home to my lovely wife and found her watching TV with a lot of snacks around her: chips, a sandwich, and a burger.

I sat beside her and kissed her on her cheek. "Hey, hot sauce, I’m home," I said.

She looked at me and sighed. "So my new nickname is hot sauce??" she asked, nodding and staring at me.

"If it’s not good, then I’m going with pregnant wife," I said and took a napkin, cleaning her mouth with it.

"How was your boring work?" she asked, taking the remote.

I chuckled. "It’s better than sitting at home all day watching cartoons," I said, taking off my jacket.

"I’m a housewife. I don’t have a choice," she said, pouting.

"I won’t let you work even if you weren’t a housewife. I care one hundred percent about my baby," I stated.

"Whatever. Hope you know what you’re doing in that office," she said.

"You think I’m as dumb as you?" I replied.

"Whatever, let’s eat something. I’m hungry," she said like a baby, and I helped her up.