"When?" she whispers.
"Maybe the first time I saw you roll your eyes at me across a conference room." I smile at the memory. "Definitely by our wedding night. Without question by the time we left the cabin."
She's quiet for a long moment. Her phone vibrates again, but for the first time, she ignores it.
"I'm in love with you too." Her voice is soft but certain. "I think I have been for a long time."
I pull her closer, resting my forehead against hers. "Then Kyle can say whatever the hell he wants. We already have everything that matters."
Her smile is worth more than every endorsement deal ever signed. "How is this possibly going to work? We're supposed to divorce in a year."
"Change of plans." I kiss her gently. "You're stuck with me now. Forever."
“I feel something stirring.” I sink my hips down freeing space for my erection to flip up. Her eyes widen, “Not now, seriously?”
With one quick manoeuvre I switch places rolling her onto her back on the couch and kiss her deeply. I stand and release my cock, sliding my pants down in one slick motion. Mad springs up and immediately grabs my shaft. She spits and rubs then opens her mouth and slides it down the shaft in one smoothmovement. Bobbing rhythmically, slowly, her saliva lubricating as she sucks. Her mouth tightens. I slam my eyes shut. How that might stop me from coming instantly I have no idea, but somehow it works. Maddison stops, removes her slippery lips, and looks up at me, “I like that change of plan”. She returns to her work until I stop her just in time.
I flip her around, kneel, spread her ass-cheeks and folds with my thumbs, then slide my tongue between her pussy lips and suddenly delve deeper into her sweet, wet cunt. She squirms, her butt bucks. I stop, stand, bend forward then I slide my tip into her entrance, slowly, carefully, teasingly, “Oh, for fuck’s sake Sebastian, do it.”
“No more video distractions, today?”
“Fuck me, husband!”
“Certainly will, my dear… wife” We finish in a sweaty, gasping, but flushed and contented heap and collapse onto the couch.
Mad just curls against me, her head on my chest, while her phone keeps buzzing with notifications neither of us care about anymore.
Let Kyle throw his tantrum. Let the media speculate. The truth is between us, solid and real, and that's all that matters.
Like I said, the rest is just noise.
6
MADDISON
Ihaven't moved from my desk in two hours. My eyes burn from staring at the screen, but I can't look away. Can't process what I'm seeing.
"Holy shit," I whisper, hitting pause on the third video.
The skinny boy on screen looks nothing like my husband. Nothing. This kid is all awkward angles and too-long limbs, hunched shoulders, eyes cast down. He might be fourteen, but looks twelve at most. The timestamp confirms it's from fifteen years ago.
My phone chimes for the twentieth time in as many minutes. Anya.
"Maddie, are you seeing this?"
"I ... yeah. All of it." My voice sounds strange even to my own ears.
"Seven videos so far. More coming in. Apparently Sebastian's middle school classmates had quite the collection."
"Why now?"
"Conscience, maybe? Or they saw Kyle's bullshit video and couldn't stay silent. Either way, this changes everything."
I hit play again. The skinny boy—Sebastian—is trying to open his locker when Kyle appears, flanked by two other boys. Even then, Kyle had that same smirk, that same sneering voice, that same punchable face.
"Hey, Clayboy. Still can't read the combination? Maybe if your dad was just a little bit present, you'd have more brain cells."
Young Sebastian says nothing, just keeps trying the lock.
