"Have I not warned you not to make my food spicy, Linda?" Thomas yelled with a fierce look. His eyes turned red as he looked at his wife, Linda.
"I am sorry, I didn't know it was spicy. I was distracted while cooking," Linda apologized, her voice trembling. She stood by the counter, her head bowed, hands rubbing her palms together in fear.
Thomas pushed the ceramic tray to the ground as he got up from his chair and said to Linda.
"You are a failure in every sense," leaning into her space. "You can't make a proper meal, nor can you give me a child. Of what value are you then? I was meant for better—for women with intellect, women who matched my status. I only stepped into this cage because you claimed you were pregnant. And where is that baby now? Only a woman as careless as you could lose her first pregnancy. You disgust me. Clean this mess, and don't ever cook this rubbish again."
He shoved her aside to leave, and Linda stumbled. She gasped as a sharp piece of broken ceramic sliced into her palm, blood beginning to drip on the white floor.
"Ouch! Thomas, I'm hurt..." she groaned, with tears dropping down her cheeks.
He didn't look back. He grabbed his leather briefcase and adjusted his designer cufflinks, stepping out into the cold morning air.
Linda is 23 years old, with a skinny frame and long black hair. She has bold, bulging eyes that seem to convey a mix of sadness and resilience. She lost her parents at 15 years and grew up in foster care. She is a soft-spoken and kind lady.
By the time Thomas Penthouse pulled his silver sedan into the city center, the beastly Thomas had vanished. Here, he was the "Prince of Real Estate, the philanthropist whose name was on everyone's mouth.
He is 25 years old, with a charm hard to resist, hard working, and a philanthropist. The whole city sings his praises, as he is known for donating generously to charity. He builds houses and provides food for the young and old. He is a man of honor.
"Good morning, Mr. Penthouse!" the security guard greeted.
"Beautiful morning, isn't it? Keep up the great work," Thomas replied, his smile warm and perfectly practiced.
He walked into his penthouse office, where his secretary, Mabel, was already waiting. Mabel is 23 years old beautiful, plump, ginger girl, She wore a silk blouse that left little to the imagination and a skirt that exposed every corner of her curves. As he shut the door behind him, his mood changed.
"Rough night, Thomas?" Mabel asked in a low tone, smiling mischievously.
"Linda," he sighed as he loosened his silk tie and dropped into his leather chair. "She has a habit of draining the life out of me. Get me a coffee, sweetie."
Mabel didn't just bring the coffee; she brought herself. She placed the mug down and moved behind him, her hands sliding over his shoulders, pressing her weight against his back. Thomas closed his eyes, his hands finding her waist, pulling her closer.
"I should have married you," he murmured, his eyes filled with regret. "We would have had an empire. Had beautiful children. A real life."
Mabel pulled back slightly, looking a little unhappy. "And yet, you chose her instead of me."
"Oh, come on! You know I have loved you wholeheartedly. I was going to marry you before Linda got pregnant. I didn't want to marry her. I had a reputation to protect and my father's. I couldn't let the 'Man of the Year' be tied to a scandal. It broke my heart to leave you for a mistake. It was a one-night stand with her, and I least expected her to get pregnant. I am so sorry, Mabel," Thomas apologized, looking truly sorry.
Mabel turned around and walked back to him, running her hands over his chest. "I want all of you to myself, Thomas. We started from high school. It broke my heart when you married Linda. She was my friend, and I didn't know she had her eyes on you. She seduced you at the bar on the night you slept with her. I wasn't there, but I know it," she said while unbuttoning his shirt.
"We were both drunk, Mabel. I can't remember exactly what happened between Linda and me. We just woke up naked at my house," Thomas said.
Adjusting her hair from covering her face, she removed his buttons, then loosened his belt as she sat on his lap. Thomas's jaw dropped open, with sweat running through his hair, as he pressed his lips against hers.
"Get up, babe. Remove your underwear. I wish to sniff it. I love your scent," Thomas whispered in her ear.
Mabel stood up from his lap, gently raising her skirt. She slowly brought down her white panties while smiling lustfully at him.
"You like what you see, sir?" she said, gently biting the sides of her lower lip.
She took off her skirt next and then her blouse, freeing her beautiful round breasts.
"Oh, Mabel! How much I love your body. You are so beautiful," he said to her while fantasizing.
"Come to daddy," he said, opening the zip of his trousers as he called her with his hand.
She throws her clean white pants over to him as he carefully inhales her scent then she seductively walks over to him, dips her hand into his trousers, and sets his hard cock free. She gently stroked it, making him let out a soft moan.
"Mmm, I love how you make me feel, Mabel."
He put two of his fingers in her pussy, already wet with desire, and she immediately started stroking his cock faster.
"You are so wet, darling. That feels good on my fingers," he said.
"Can I sit on it, babe?" she asked, her voice trembling. "I need you inside me, Thomas," she begged.
"I'm all yours, babe," Thomas answered, his voice sounding excited.
She immediately got on top of him, carefully guiding his hard, erect cock into her dripping pussy as they both moaned softly. He twisted her nipples softly, and her hips bucked as her senses took over.
She kept bouncing her soft ass on his huge cock while he thrust deeper. They were having the time of their lives as the office door slowly opened. Convinced in this moment he was exactly where he belonged, then the office door slowly opened again.
Thomas removed his mouth from Mabel's hard nipples—and there he saw his wife, Linda, standing by the door.