Bryan

I've become addicted, I must admit. I find myself craving Natalia more than I should. Even though I still meet with Madeline and Natalia from time to time, I catch myself wanting Natalia to be by my side more and more and definitely constantly in my bed. I didn't expect this connection with anyone else other than Madeline. I've never had this craving with Angela and I don't think she would even be capable of achieving or experiencing the type of sexual gratification that I desire.

She would never.

Angela still distanced herself from me from my last incident. She decided to stay in the west wing of the house, forcing me to get my affairs in order. I understand how it looks for her, but she needs to understand how it looks for me. I'm the one who has an image to uphold! She should be worried about me and how her husband looks in the public eye. I am a Worthington! She is only a Worthington by marriage and besides, she's a woman. I am the reason she is where she is and the only reason she has what she has.

I'll let her have her moment of being upset if she wants, as long as she understands her place in this household. I will not tolerate a woman trying to control my actions. I smiled at the thought that she would try. Angela wouldn't dare, she's weak and she will always remain weak. I walked to the study and flipped on the television.

"Let's see what news they have about me now?" I scanned through the channels and landed on the entertainment channel as always. They usually feature me somehow.

My phone buzzed on the cocktail table; I received a text notification. I quickly picked it up, hoping it was Natalia asking for another rendezvous.

It was not.

It was a picture of Natalia and I leaving a restaurant together. We were caught in a moment, waiting for the car to arrive. She was holding my face and gazing into my eyes. She had just told me that she enjoyed her time with and she wanted more. I was smiling at the fact that this beautiful woman adored me and looked forward to me pleasing her. I smiled at the picture and got lost in the moment as I continued scrolling through various pictures, reliving that very night.

"Well Monica, it seems as Mr. Worthington is still at it again. He has been seen with actress and model, Natalia De la Cruz."

"Yes Bradley, They were caught leaving the highly anticipated restaurant, Exodus, that just opened in downtown Chicago. By what is seen in the pictures, it seems as though they were having a very interesting time."

"They are. However, we can only wonder how Mrs. Worthington feels about her husband being with the Oscar nominated actress?"

"One can only imagine Monica." The newscaster cleared his throat. "However, I am aware that one person had the insight to know about this information.'

"Yes that is true Bradley, It seems as though the very interesting and popular e-book, The Prominent Doctor, has uploaded a new chapter featuring another individual similar to Ms. Natalia De la Cruz."

"I don't know if you want to say it, but I know it has been known for a long time. The Prominent Doctor is Mr. Bryan Worthington! There I said it. I put it out there, fault me if I'm wrong."

"Well you said it and I totally agree!" The newscasters chuckled and continued comparing the similarities of the novel and my life!

"What the Fuck!" I stood up and immediately called Michael.

"Again Bryan?!" Angela yelled as she forcefully entered the room, the doors swinging back and hitting the wall. "You haven't learned from the last time!"

"Not now Angela, I'm not doing this with you!" I yelled back as I paced the room.

"Oh don't worry, you're doing this one alone! I'm done with this shit, Bryan!" She screamed. I looked at her; she had lost her damn mind!

"Who do you think you are talking to like that?"

"You, Bryan! I'm talking to you! You're not stupid and neither am I." Angela said, walking towards me. It was the first time she had ever stood her ground directly. She's had moments but has always backed down, but this time was different.

"Angela! I will not have you talk to me in my house this way!"

"Well deal with it!" She yelped back. She was furious.

"I won't have it!"

"Then divorce me!" She snapped. She looked at me with the scowl of an angry Black woman who had been crossed too many times.

This was the Angela that I had never seen before. She wanted a divorce. She had reached her limit. Michael walked in at just the right time.

"Mr. Worthington, you requested my assistance?"

"Yes I did. I need you to find out who has leaked pictures again to the media and find out who the author, Ericka Davey is!" I bellowed.

"Yes Sir."

"Oh and Michael, I need you to arrange some movers to come and move my items to the Lake House." I looked at Angela as she stood staring back at me holding her gaze.

"Movers? Lake House?" Michael looked confused. He looked back and forth between Angela and I, not sure of whose orders to follow.

"Yes, Mr. Worthington and I are getting a divorce. This property is big enough for us to cohabit peacefully and separately, therefore I will take control of what is owed to me, which is the Lake House, for starters."

"What?!" I couldn't believe my ears. Angela was not only moving out of the mansion, she was staking claim on property.

Angela was smarter than I originally thought. I had pegged her to be ignorant but she has educated herself in the past years as well as grown a backbone and a pair of balls. She knew I would never give her a divorce, that's why she requested it. I watched her impish smile grow on her face as it dawned on me that we have no prenuptial agreement.

She could take me for at least half if she wanted!

"I know I'm smart Bryan, but you probably figured that I wasn't because you pampered me and took me away from the slums of Chicago. All you saw was a poor, little girl who needed someone to take care of her. That's because I knew exactly how to play this game, Bryan."

"Game? You have no idea what you're talking about!" She didn't look bothered at all. She was as cool and calm as I have ever seen her.

"That's what you think, or what I've persuaded you to think. You thought you had an ignorant girl when you married me, so you needn't worry about your precious fortune. Therefore you didn't bother with a prenuptial agreement." She smiled as she turned and walked towards the door. "I knew exactly who you were and your family. Who didn't know about the Worthington men?"

"What? Are you serious? How could you?" I was baffled. Angela was smarter than I had pegged her out to be.

"How could I?" She scoffed. "How could you?! You slept with every piece of walking pussy that passed you, Bryan! All of the Worthington men do and have always done. I saw you and knew you would like what you saw. All I had to do was play the part of a helpless, innocent and trainable woman and you took the bait." She uttered flawlessly. Michael snickered; I shot him a disturbing look, to which he composed himself immediately.

I cleared my throat. She had me by the balls and I had no idea what to do. She was correct, I wasn't aware of how well she knew how to play this game.

"Michael," I spoke calmly. "Please arrange for Angela's personal items to be moved to the Lake House." I looked at Angela smiling, she was a conniving, little bitch that I didn't expect.

"Angela," I called to her; she stopped just before crossing the threshold out of the study. "This discussion is not over." I demanded. She folded her arms, chuckled and shook her head.

"Oh, it is, Bryan. Finally over." She said as she turned and walked away.

§

Randall

I finally had the opportunity to get away from the city and have a moment with Fabian. I wanted to get as far away from my life even though I knew it was not possible, I could always be hopeful. Fabian and I had just arrived at the resort and I was ready to dive in the food and Fabian as well.

"This is how you always treat your significant others, Randall?" Fabian said as he walked in the door, pulling his luggage behind him.

"No, this is how I treat you." I said walking up behind him, wrapping my arm around his waist from behind.

"Oooo, I could get used to this." Fabian turned around and faced me. I leaned forward and planted a kiss upon his lips.

"I don't mind spoiling you a bit." He kissed me back lovingly. My dick moved in my pants as his tongue danced with mine. Suddenly a growl from my stomach interrupted our make out session.

"Sounds like someone is hungry."

"I'm hungry for you." I replied wantonly. Fabian walked into the dining room and noticed food had already been delivered.

"Well you are just the master of surprise, huh? You already ordered food?"

"Yeah, when I made the reservations. I didn't want to leave for food after we arrived."

"You just thought of everything." He lifted the cover from the food to reveal our menu. "Ewww, you eat snails? I ain't that fancy."

"Snails? They must have gotten the order mixed up. I didn't order that." I pulled out my phone to get the order corrected immediately.

"Well we could try them. You know, you had to try something once. And look at you now, you can't get enough." I smiled and pulled him over to me.

"You're absolutely right, I can't get enough of you." I kissed him deeply, walking him back towards the bedroom. "Lunch can wait, I want dessert right now."

"Mmmm, well I got what you need."

"You always do."

Fabian has a way of bringing out the animal in me each and every time we fuck. Tonight, he completely drained me. We laid exhausted in the bed, our clothes thrown all over the room as if a tornado came through. It was so intense, it was as if we hadn't seen each other in ages. We fucked the sheets off of the mattress which takes skill to do and yet we did after 3 hours of uninhibited sex.

"I'm hungry enough to eat those snails." He said laying his head on my chest as I wrapped my arms around him.

"I'm surprised they didn't bring the food back. I contacted them saying the order was incorrect. I'm surprised they didn't contact me or deliver the food."

"Well why don't we just order some pizza?"

"I didn't set up this getaway to eat pizza." I mentioned. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Room Service!" I heard a muffled voice yell as they entered the suite.

"Great," I yelled from the bedroom. "Just leave it in the dining room, please." I pulled the comforter up, covering Fabian and I at the waist. Fabian laced his fingers with mine as we cuddled together.

I realized I didn't hear the staff member say anything on the way out, like they normally did. I figured they just dropped off the food and left without a tip and thought nothing more of it.

Until the bedroom door opened, leaving me in utter disbelief!