Chapter 11
Maybe it was because Cameron knew that once this whole “baby–making plan” was over, he wouldn’t get another chance to sleep with Sylvia again. Whatever the reason, Cameron completely lost control. He wanted her all the time, everywhere, like a man obsessed.
They didn’t just do it in the bedroom. When morning came and Sylvia went into the kitchen to make breakfast, Cameron followed her in, pulled up her nightgown, and tried to take her right there.
“Cameron, I’m cooking,” Sylvia said in a sweet, teasing voice. “Stop messing around, you’re going to spill the soup…”
“It’s fine,” he said as he grabbed her waist. “You do your part, I’ll do mine.”
Without letting go, he plunged into her and started moving with urgency right there in the kitchen.
Breakfast ended up completely burnt, but Cameron left the room fully satisfied.
And it didn’t stop there. He took her in every corner of the house–the desk in the study, the couch in the living room, even the toilet in the bathroom. There wasn’t a single room he didn’t claim with her.
To give them more privacy, Richard and Madeline moved out temporarily, leaving the massive villa to just the two of them, which only made Cameron bolder and more reckless.
He even dragged Sylvia out to the backyard, where they started doing it in the open air.
At that point, what had started as a plan to conceive had completely spiraled out of control. They were no longer trying to make a baby. They were simply lost in their own lust.
“Cameron, don’t go back for Simone, okay?” Sylvia begged in a breathy voice, her body bouncing on top of him in the grass. “Wouldn’t it be better if we just stayed like this forever?”
Cameron gripped her hips tightly and drove into her harder. “Don’t say things like that,” he growled. “You’re my sister–in–law. This isn’t right. “But don’t worry. I’ll make sure to take care of you before you get pregnant. I’ll make you feel so good!”
Sylvia’s eyes darkened for a moment. She clearly felt something break inside her, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she started moving even more frantically, as if trying to use her body to tie him down.
They went on like that for over two months. And eventually, Sylvia got pregnant again.
As much as Cameron didn’t want to leave her, he still booked a flight for the next morning to Kiverton, finally ready to go get Simone.
But on the night before his departure, he slipped into Sylvia’s room one last time and made love to her, clinging to her until the sky began to lighten.
It wasn’t until minutes before his flight was scheduled to take off that he finally pulled himself off her.
After more than 20 hours of flying, Cameron finally landed in Kiverton.
Over the past few months, he had kept Simone under quiet surveillance, so once he arrived, it didn’t take him long to find her.
Of course, no man should show up empty–handed when chasing his wife. Cameron came holding a large bouquet of roses, determined to surprise her
and win her back.
But when he stepped into the cafe where she was sitting, his smile froze.
There was another man sitting across from her.
Instantly, rage flared in Cameron’s chest. He stormed over, grabbed Simone by the wrist, and snapped, “Simone, who the hell is this? We’ve only been apart for two months, and you’ve already got someone new? Do I even matter to you at all?”
