The Tyrant's Wife

How dare he humiliate her?! Angela had the urge to strangle Evan. Alas, she couldn't do that when he was no less than a mafia king. Getting rid of her would take less effort than swatting a fly. It was exactly why she wanted him on his side—because he was so powerful—but he definitely wasn't going to be of any help. She picked up her bag and stood to leave, aware of the stares from the women in the room. They must be gloating in her predicament, not that there was anything she could do about it.

"Wait." He called after her when she had reached the door. She had the urge to ignore him and leave. What if he was only calling her back to humiliate her further? It was a possibility she couldn't ignore, but she also couldn't ignore the possibility that he had changed his mind. He might not want to directly help her because of his friendship with Desmond but he might have just the right connections.

So she turned to face him. What was the worst that could happen?

"Come back here." He beckoned her over. She gritted her teeth and walked over although she was infuriated.

He pointed at the side table for her to bring whatever was on it, and when she looked over, she couldn't help glancing at him to confirm his intentions. Did he want her to bring him the boxes of durex on the table? What did he want to do with them?

"Which flavor?" She asked without an ounce of shame.

"Isn't there just one?" He looked amused by her words, which made her look at everything on the table again in doubt. When she figured it out, she wanted to dig a hole in the floor and bury herself in.

"What crap are you thinking? I want you to bring the antibacterial wipes and clean out all traces of yourself. What, did you think I had changed my mind and wanted to sleep with you?"

The women in the room couldn't help giggling. The one on the pole almost tripped. How unprofessional!

"Mind your business, will you? A stripper's place is to strip. Not watch what is happening and laughing." She roared, taking it out on the woman. In response, she made a spin down the pole and winked at Evan, showcasing her generous boobs to him. "What do you think of my laugh, Mr. West?"

"Don't be naughty, Lisa." He reprimanded, but he didn't seem to mind her attitude.

"Of course, beautiful women like to smile. Only ugly skanks think there's something wrong with smiling." He remarked, humiliating Angela even further. He then deliberately left the room for his beauties to teach her a lesson. When he later learnt that they had pulled her hair and dunked her head in water to supposedly teach her "how to please Mr. West", he couldn't help skipping over to Zaria and Desmond the following evening to brag and ask for praises.

"I totally made a fool out of her! You should have seen her face." He explained with his nose in the air.

Desmond was displeased. He had convinced Zaria to stay over for dinner and this guy had arrived before they could have their alone time. And he came just for this?

"Don't assume I'm unaware of what you feel for Zaria." He burst the playboy's bubble.

"What are you talking about? I would never try to take her away from you." He vowed. "But that doesn't mean I wouldn't jump on the chance to be with her if you mess up." The last part was a mumble that earned him a glare from Desmond.

He recoiled to seek praise from the silent Zaria.

"Zaria, Zaria, did I do great? Oh, I also recorded a video of her asking me to lie about Desmond to make him look bad in court."

"Thank you." She stated. He knew from her curt answer that she was displeased about something. He didn't need to ask, as she said it out.

"If there's a choice, I would never go for humiliating a woman in that kind of way. I can't blame you for doing it that way but no woman deserves to be sexually humiliated. Especially since she is Rosaly's mother…Rosaly would be so sad if she knew that kind of thing happened to her mother."

Evan was flabbergasted. "Okay. Liam was right. You have become a totally different person now that you are expecting."

She smiled at him. "Is that a request for a beating I hear?"

"It was a compliment." He said in his defense and shrunk away. "Since I'm not needed here, I'll be on my way."

She laughed at him even after he had left. "He walks on eggshells around me."

"It's only natural that he acts that way. He once tried to steal you away from me."

He sounded like he was complaining, and she couldn't help patting his head. "No one can steal you from me. I'm only yours."

He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her against him to kiss her. She pushed his chest. "Rosaly is still asleep." She whispered.

"She can't wake up soon." He assured her. The girl had played a lot after leaving school and he couldn't even wake her up for dinner.

"That won't do." She pecked his lips and stopped him from going further. "We can't risk letting her witness things she shouldn't. Let's continue this in your room."

He grumbled in complaint.

She slid a finger down his chest, undoing a button of his shirt while at it. She bit her bottom lip while looking right into his eyes. "I'll show you something pretty once we get there." She cooed.

He swallowed a hard lump. How could she talk about the bedroom while giving him that kind of gaze? It didn't matter what she talked about, with those eyes, he had the urge to tear her clothes off. He couldn't focus on his food and kept throwing glances at her. When he couldn't help it anymore, he dropped a spoon under the table. When he leaned down to pick it up, he slid his fingers up the inner side of her smooth leg.

She shut her eyes as tingles went down her spine from his touch. He brushed agaisnt her skin in slow strokes and stopped just when she wanted him to continue. "Let's continue this in my room."

She glared at him for turning her on but from his gaze, she knew he was doing that just because she had done the same to him. She pressed her legs together to ease the tension which only worsened instead.

When he teased her thighs, she parted them to give him access. He stroked her core through her panties that were already soaking at the center. He pushed the fabric aside and sunk a finger into her.

"Are you sure you still want to wait?" He licked her ear with his warm tongue. She couldn't stop a low moan from leaving her mouth.

She dropped her cutlery on the table and their lips collided before she could stop it. He let out a low chuckle and carried her out of the dining room. Dinner would have to wait.

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Meanwhile, Angela was yet to give up. Since she couldn't have her way with Evan, she decided to try the same trick with Liam.

Considering the women he had liked in the past, she figured that he might like her too. She was a little similar to Samatha and if she had her makeup on right, he might not necessarily dismiss her.

Besides, she might just use Rosaly's predicament to win him over. Just like Evan, he didn't immediately reject her when she said she wanted to meet up with him.

She questioned their attitude. Why was it too easy to meet them? What if they were helping Desmond instead?

She took a deep breath on her way to Liam's house. There was no way to find out but to pay him an actual visit.

The ride to his place felt like she was going to hell. It was spooky and she couldn't help feeling like something wrong was going to happen. She considered giving up a few times but braved it in the end. She checked herself over one last time before leaving the car.

But as soon as the door opened to his living room, she came face to face with a woman. She was tall and beautiful, with black hair falling over her shoulders. However, she was dressed like a ruffian and had an intimidating smile with her arms crossed.

"It's nice to finally meet you.." Ximena smiled evilly.