Joshua's POV

"Don't do it. I don't want you to pity me. And stay away from me as much as possible. Stop intervening in my life." I stated, annoyed.

"I don't pity you, asshole! I just..." She sighed, shaking her head without finishing her sentence.

"You what?" I asked, taking a few steps towards her.

"I hate you, Joshua."

I gave her a mocking look. "Are you sure? Then why do you get worried about me?" I asked huskily and tucked a lock of her golden hair behind her hair.

"Yes. I am worried about you because I am just a good person."

I burst out laughing. "Tell me the truth, babe," I whispered in her ear as I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her towards me. "Did you fall in love with me, wifey?" I asked playfully, raising my eyebrow, looking her in the eyes.

"Don't talk nonsense, Joshua," she said angrily and pushed me back. "And if you want me to stay away from you, let's get divorce."

"When I asked you to wait, you agreed. Why did you change your mind now? You want to save yourself like rats leaving a sinking ship?!" I commented mockingly and shook my head.

"Joshua Sullivan!" she exclaimed, fuming and slapped me across my face. "When I married you, I didn't even know who you are. So stop implying that I am a gold-digger," she snapped furiously, shooting daggers at me. I gritted my teeth angrily and smashed my lips against her lips, grabbing the back of her neck.

She tried to push me back, but I wrapped my arm around her waist, pressing her against my body while kissing her fiercely. I pushed my tongue into her mouth as she finally responded to my kiss. I grabbed her chin, deepening the kiss.

She ran her fingers through my hair while I took off my clothes, still kissing my temptress.

Fuck!

This woman is driving me crazy!

I circled her slim waist, moving my lips from her lips to her neck, breathing in her mind-blow scent.

This damn love potion!

I was addicted to it!

Everything about her was a call to temptation.

And I can't resist it.

She is under my skin.

Once we were near the bed, I pushed her onto it and hovered her quickly. Instantly I reclaimed her swollen lips and removed the strap of her dress. She moaned, gripping my hair as I pressed my hard length against her core.

I slipped my hand under her dress, caressing her thigh, lifting her dress up while moving my lips towards her neck. She arched her back as my fingers find her core.

"Joshua..."

"You are already ready, babe." I commented huskily and in a flash, I ripped her panties. I needed to feel her walls around my shaft as soon as possible. I was burning.

I quickly unbuttoned my pants and unzipped it while leaning on my arm. Then I spread her legs apart and found my happy place between them.

I smashed my lips against her lips and penetrated her in a swift thrust. She moaned into my mouth, arching her back.

I gripped her chin, kissing her fiercely while pounding into her.

Fuck!

How much I like to have her in my arms, squirming under me in pleasure!

My pretty blonde!

I buried my head into her neck as I felt close. I sucked her neck, trying to muffle my moans while moving in and out harder and harder.

"Josh..." She couldn't finish her sentence as she came, trembling.

I thrust into her one more time and ejaculated into her. I collapsed onto her, breathing heavily.

Oh my gosh!

It was amazing!

I rolled over and looked at her, lying down on my back. Despite her disheveled hair and dress, she still looked so beautiful.

When I wanted to caress her hair, she sat up on the bed and pulled the strap of her dress up. Her expression was closed up.

Did she regret it?

But... I was sure she wanted it as much as I wanted.

As she stood up and adjusted her dress without saying anything or looking at me. I panicked when she started walking towards the door.

Fuck!

She regretted it.

She fucking regretted it.

Did I force her?

No, she didn't resist or tried to stop me.

"Celeste..." I mumbled in guilt as I got up and unzipped my pants in a hurry.

I rushed towards her and caught her by her arm when she wanted to open the door.

"I am sorry, Celeste," I murmured sadly.

I didn't want to hurt you.

I... I just...

Celeste turned towards me and pulled her arm away. She gave me a fake smile and stated dryly, "You don't need to be sorry. You didn't force me."

"Celeste..."

She opened the door, sighing without facing me. "Stay away from me, Joshua... Please," she mumbled before leaving.

I cursed under my breath as she closed the door behind her.

What happened right now?

Why is she angry at me?

I heaved a loud sigh and walked towards the bathroom to take a shower.

***

When I walked back into my room after taking a quick shower, my phone rang. Probably, it was some journalist. I heaved a loud sigh and grabbed my suit jacket. I pulled my phone out of my suit pocket and looked at the screen; it was Becca.

Rebecca went to Paris for photoshoot last week; she was still there. I should admit that I was glad that she was away.

I declined the call and threw my phone onto the bed. I wasn't in the mood to talk to her.

A few seconds later, my phone buzzed. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my phone. Becca would never understand that if I declined the call, it meant I couldn't talk to her right now.

"What the fuck?!" I furrowed my eyebrows as I read the message.

'It is just the beginning. The downfall of the Sullivans is coming soon.'

Celeste's POV

As soon as I reached the living room, I grabbed my leather jacket and handbag and left the mansion without saying anything to Hazel. Fortunately, she was still in a Zoom meeting with the Japanese businessman. I was barely holding myself from crying. If I saw her, I was sure that I was going to burst out crying. I felt overwhelmed. Yes, Joshua didn't force me, but it still made me feel bad. He made me feel like that I was his stress-relief tool. An object which he used to feel better.

When I was about to leave, Mark arrived, parking his car in front of the mansion, and got out of the car.

"Are you okay, Ms. Marshall?" he asked, concerned as he approached me and greeted me politely.

I nodded, avoiding his gaze and mumbled. "I have to go. See you later." I turned my face and wiped a drop of tear quickly before Mark saw me. I didn't want him to inform his boss that I was crying.

"See you," he said, puzzled. Then I walked towards my car in quick steps and got in my car. I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

On the way, I sent Hazel a message, lying that I remembered I had to run some errands urgently. Then I turned off my phone.

"Shit!" I exclaimed under my breath, ruffling my hair as I remembered that Joshua didn't use a condom again.

I pulled over near the pharmacy and got out of the car. After buying the Plan B, I went straight to my apartment.

As soon as I walked into my apartment, I took the pill and went to take a shower.

Once I was inside the shower cabin, I turned on the water and stood under it, closing my eyes. Tears ran down my eyes uncomfortably. And I knew why I felt bad this much; I wasn't just angry at him because he used me to release rage. I was angry at myself more because I... I fell in love with my husband.

After taking a shower, I dried myself and put on beige shorts and a white crop top. Then I put my hair in a messy bun and went to the living room to drink a glass of wine.

Once I poured red wine into my glass, I sat down on the couch and wrapped a blanket around me. I took a few sips from my drink while listening to the sound of rain, lost in my thoughts.

***

I rubbed my eyes, yawning as the doorbell buzzed. I looked around in daze and noticed that I fell asleep on the couch last night. I grimaced, rubbing my temple; my head was pounding, and I got up.

When I opened the door, my eyes widened in surprise. Someone was holding a huge bouquet of white roses which didn't let me see the person's face.

Joshua?