I Refuse to Divorce!

Curling her hair with his finger, he said somewhat lazily, “Did you earn that money when you performed at Leslie's place? Did he pay you in thousands or tens of thousands? That can't even pay for high tea at the places our people are used to.”

She rested her head on his shoulder, not saying anything.

Perhaps that kind of money meant nothing to him, but it was a symbol of her courage when she decided to divorce him. It was true that she had returned to him, but she still wanted to try to support herself as best as she could.

She no longer wanted to be dependent on him. She never wanted to receive another check from him after having sex with him.

He knew what she was thinking. She didn’t have to say it. He continued to embrace her, enveloping her hands with his big palms. He held her like that for a long time.

Eventually, she felt uneasy and freed herself. “I'm going to take a bath.” However, he held her hand, his fingers entwined with hers. Pressing his forehead against hers, he rubbed her face with his nose. She didn’t know how to describe the intimacy and flirtatiousness she was feeling now.

Zoe couldn't take it anymore. Raising her head slightly, she said, “Stop it, Mason!”

Staring at her cheeks, he said with a husky voice, “Stop? Don't you like it? Your body obviously likes it.”

He was mature enough to realize that her period had ended a long time ago. She had lied to him last night.

Her face was hot to the touch and red as a rose. She was worried that Mason would treat her roughly again. Both her dad and Mia might heard them doing it. If that happened, she would die of embarrassment. Kissing her cheeks, he removed her outfit and caressed her gently. He had never been this gentle and patient before. To her surprise, he didn’t even force himself on her. He was just touching her tenderly, making her feel good.

His face was as hot as hers as well. He pressed himself close to her but trained his gaze on her. He wanted to look at her as she succumbed to pleasure.

She bit his shoulder and groaned.

Tilting her face, he kissed her and took his time with her. He was acting so tenderly right now that not even a nun could resist him.

Zoe ducked into the bathroom when the kiss was over. She was still caught in the moment, her legs were shaking lightly. It took a long time for her to stop trembling.

She couldn't help herself and kept thinking of him even as she showered!

Given his character, he would've asked her to keep her voice down if he wanted to do it. He had a voracious appetite when it came to sex. It would've kept him up all night if he didn’t get it out of his system. Case in point, he had never held it in when they were married.

Mason was leaning on the headboard when she came out. He looked all serious and focused.

She caught the faint scent of something familiar in the room. Her face turned red as she guessed he had just masturbated.

She laid down next to him, worried that he'd let his lust get the better of him again. He lowered his head, looked at her, and asked, “How long do you plan on staying here?”

Placing her hands on the pillow, she responded lightly, “Two, maybe three days.”

He didn't say anything about that. Then, he laid down, seemingly getting ready to sleep. However, he held her waist possessively and that made it hard for Zoe to fall asleep. She fidgeted from time to time. He rubbed her and said, “How about we have sex if you can't sleep?” She froze upon hearing that.

Smiling in the dark, he leaned in and whispered, “There was an emergency at work. I'll have to head out early in the morning. I'll pick you up after work, okay?”

This was the first time he let her know his schedule for the day. However, it wasn't part of his game. It was just that in the mood he was in at the moment, it felt right for him to tell his wife about it. Moreover, he got to observe her expression after that and it pleased him.

Zoe was an exceptionally beautiful woman. He could never get tired of looking at her. On the other hand, he was a man and all men loved beautiful women.

She had her back turned to him. After a long period of silence, she asked him, “What's the meaning of this, Mason? What do I mean to you?"