The Trouble With Us: A Second Chance Love Triangle (The Forbidden Love 2)

I’m unable to disguise my grin. “A wife I miss very much since it’s been four miserable days in London. And one who has not had the time to video call me.”

Charlotte laughs. “Your night is my middle of the day. What exactly would you like me to do with people on the other side of the office?”

“Hmm, that depends…” I murmur, missing her terribly. “How wet are you?”

“Well, how hard are you?”

“Checkmate, baby,” I tell her, adjusting my crotch as I unbutton my pants. “Lock the door, call me on video, and I better see that sweet pussy of yours or else.”

I can almost hear her move. “Or else what?”

“Or else, when I come back, you’re going to wish you obeyed me.”

“Such a tease…”

“I’m waiting?”

The call ends, only for the video call to come through. Charlotte is dressed in her sexy black dress with red lipstick and matching heels. Fuck, how long have I been gone? I miss her like crazy. It is still so intense between us. Although I dialed down the traveling, it is hard to be apart from her whenever I am. We resort to video calls, the only thing which keeps me sane when I’m away.

With the kids a lot older now and not interrupting us in bed, we manage to still fuck every day and often go away on weekends where I devour her body like a fucking temple. I would have thought with age, our libidos would have slowed down, but it’s rather the opposite. We got more creative with our efforts, which only turned me on even more.

But more than ever, I need her; I’m desperate to be back home.

“Are you ready, Mrs. Edwards?” I command, playfully.

Charlotte’s lips curve upward into a mischievous smirk, the same time her beautifully manicured hands slide between her thighs.

Fuck.

“For you, Mr. Edwards,” she whispers with a seductive smile, purposely pushing her reading glasses above the bridge of her nose while licking her lips. “Always.”

4

AMELIA

The stack of brown boxes is scattered all over the living room.

After living on campus for three years, I finally moved into a shared apartment with Liesel and another student, Kaylee. It was a year of torture with Kaylee.

Liesel had her quirks, but overall—I enjoyed living with her. Despite her outgoing personality which meant she enjoyed anything social, she is incredibly smart and aced her studies without breaking a sweat.

Kaylee, on the other hand, is a whole other story.

She enjoyed men, often bringing them over for a quick—though loud—romp in the bedroom. I would never dream of labeling her by using a derogatory word but she did enjoy bouncing from one man to another, without a single care in the world. College guys, one old enough to be my grandfather—the list goes on.

Oh, and the one time there were more than two inside the room.

Again, I should not judge. Some people enjoy multiple men at one time. What I don’t enjoy is waking up to some stranger inside our kitchen, barely dressed and eyeing me like some piece of meat.

We tried to voice our concerns with Kaylee, but she didn’t seem to care. So, in the end, Liesel decided to move in with her boyfriend, and I found a place near the harbor. I am a sucker for a good view.

My dad was not exactly keen on me living alone. Then, he tried to buy some ridiculously expensive condo for me. All I wanted was something modest, especially since I wouldn’t be spending much time here. Adding to that, I only envisioned staying here until the end of the year. It made more sense to move closer to the city since many of my classes have moved online and the commute to the office is a pain in the butt.

The thought of living alone somewhat excites me. I’ve never lived by myself, having moved straight from home to the dorm room, then with Liesel and Kaylee. It’s the little things, like decorating how I want or knowing that all the food inside the fridge belongs to me and no one else will eat the leftover Chinese.

If I want to walk around naked, then so be it.

Austin and I spoke about living together, but he needs to be close to campus, especially with his course load. Studying medicine is no joke, and I admire his dedication. The guy is unstoppable. We both agreed to see how a year goes, and if we feel the urge to move in together, we will find something small in Manhattan which we can afford.