Annabelle struggled to free herself from David's grasp but he was far stronger than she was.

He caught hold of her two hands and raised them above her head after he gently pushed her on the wall, his mouth never leaving hers.

Annabelle knew his kiss was meant to punish but somehow, she found herself melting towards him as the sweet surge of electricity washed through her body downwards, causing her to arch her body into his and he shuddered, to her delight.

Slowly he released her hands and she wrapped them around his neck, while his hands circled her slender waist. The savage kiss which was meant to punish suddenly turned tender and caressing.

David lips glided over hers and she responded in kind and before they both knew it, the kiss began to get deeper and demanding.

Annabelle grabbed hold of his jacket, squeezing them to a rumple before she sharply shrugged it off him, aware of his fingers working on the buttons of her shirt.

Dominic had never made her feel this way. This total bliss and pleasure she was feeling. With David, it came naturally, not forced.

She felt his hand sliding down her abdomen to her feminine part and that was when her reasoning came to play, once more .

She pushed him away, and groaned when he didn't take as little as a step back because of his stamina.

"Don't you ever kiss me again!" She exclaimed and he smirked.

"You looked like you were enjoying it few seconds ago."

"Well, I might have looked like I was but I wasn't. You are not a good kisser." She said bluntly and his eyes widened in amusement.

He laughed and she stared at him,her eyes widened as well, this time in surprise. It was the first time she had seen him laugh.

"Really?" He said, obviously having fun at her expense.

"Yes." She replied automatically. "I've kissed better men."

His smile slowly faded and he approached her with a predatory look making her take steps backward until her back came in contact with the wall.

Cornering her in between his hands, he dipped his head a little bit low, his eyes hooded and on her lips and she held her breath in sweet anticipation. He kept coming closer ever so slow and her eyes strayed down to his full lips.

She started to imagine those lips devouring hers as they were doing few minutes ago and didn't know when she closed her hers as she felt his minty breath on her lips.

After waiting for a few seconds, eyes closed, for a kiss that never came, her eyes snapped open and she found him already straightened with a wicked smirk on his gorgeous face.

"Bastard." She muttered and slid past him, making her way out of the room and made her way upstairs, with a manly chuckle following behind her.

It was after she had freshened up and retired to bed that David came into the bedroom and she closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

She heard his footsteps as he walked towards her and stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at her. She tried not to hold her breath as he stared at her and prayed he would leave immediately.

Her prayer was answered as he shifted back, turned and headed for the bathroom. She breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the shower running and then remembered that she had to send a mail to her PA.

She stood up and went over to the dresser to get her phone. As she typed the message, her ears were on the sound of the shower gushing, ready to fly back to the bed when the shower stops, indicating that he was out.

Just as she was finished sending the mail with a triumphant smile that she did it before he came out, a pleasantly heady scent wafted in the air around her before strong arms encircled her slim waist from behind and a pair of full lips found their way to her neck making her hiss in pleasure as instant heat hit her.

But the shower was still running, a part of her thought. The bastard, he had left it on, on purpose.

She pulled away and turned to face him, then gulped as she discovered he was almost naked if not for the towel draped around his waist.

"W-what are you doing?" She stuttered.

"Touching my wife." He murmured, reaching out to pull her to him. Without giving her room for protest, he captured her lips and lifted her, placing her on the dresser table and got in between her legs, her legs automatically wrapping around him as he assaulted her with kisses.

Her hands roamed his body on their own accord and the wandering hands pushed away his towel. He groaned in ecstasy as she caressed his arousal and she smiled, deriving pleasure from his pleasure.

When it became too much for him to bear, he picked her up, her legs still wrapped around him and deposited her on the bed, joining her immediately.

His fingers slid through her womanhood and he lost it when he felt her pool of wetness. He swiftly thrust into her and they joined together in intense passion and pleasure, giving and receiving.

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She stormed out of the bathroom in her bathrobe, seething.

"I can't believe I let you touch me!" She snapped for the umpteenth time.

"It's because you're attracted to me, baby."

He said with a wink.

"I am warning you, David Maxwell," She said icily. "Stay away from me!"

"I don't think I can, sweetheart." He said in an amused husky voice. "Your body is much too sweet to stay away from."

Annabelle gaped at him. "You are so..."

"Hot?" He cut in.

"Perversive!"

He laughed. "What's wrong in being a pervert where my wife is concerned?"

"The same wife you'll be divorcing in the next two years."

She blurted out and David paused for a moment, then chuckled.

"That's the more reason why we should enjoy each other while the contract lasts."

"And then give the remains of me back to dear old Dominic." She said sarcastically and his smile disappeared.

"Don't ever talk about going back to him, in my presence." He growled lowly.

"Oh really?" She squealed. "At least I'm better than you who doesn't talk about that Chanel of yours but follow her around at every chance you get."

He scoffed. "Me. Follow Chanel around. That's one of the most ridiculous things I've ever heard."

"But you couldn't wait to have dinner with her last night," She cut in. "When your so called wife was foolishly checking on you at your office and your secretary had to announce that you were having dinner with your girlfriend. How sweet."

"I was going to apologize about that, last night."

"But you never did." She smiled sarcastically.

"You tempted me." He said smoothly, maintaining eye contact with her.

"I did nothing." She snapped. "I can see she's very important to you but you don't have to let me know about your dirty sex escapades."

She turned and walked towards the closet.

He smirked. "Jealous?"

"In your dreams." She replied and slammed the closet door shut.

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Ann came home alone as she didn't want David's company, especially in the close confines of the car.

She was still mentally berating herself for allowing him access to her body last night after he had had the heart to still gallivant around with Chanel, despite their passionate night together.

Murmuring to herself, she barged into the hallway and the sitting room then headed for the stairs without even noticing who was occupying one of the fine sofas in the living room.

"And when did we become mates?"

An authoritative feminine voice spoke, making Annabelle to jump and sharply turned to locate the source of the voice.

She almost missed her footing on the stairs when she discovered it was Helen Maxwell.

"Oh good evening ma! I'm so sorry ma," She apologized coming into the living room, absolutely flustered on why her mother in law was in the house. "I didn't know someone was in here when I came in. You are welcome." She greeted with a smile.

Helen eyed her condescendingly from head to foot and looked away.

"Where's my son?" She asked stiffly.

"Oh he...he is...he'll be here soon."

She replied awkwardly and the woman kept quiet.

There was an uncomfortable silence for a couple of seconds in which Annabelle shifted from one foot to the other.

"Uhm, has it been long you arrived?"

She asked and the woman shook her inaudibly.

"Okaaayy. Would you like something to eat or drink?"

She asked again and the older woman shook her head negatively again.

Annabelle nodded. Helen was obviously not in the mood to talk to her.

"Is there nothing at all that you need?"

Helen sighed sharply.

"What I need is for you to shut up and get out!"

Annabelle stiffened, shocked that her mother in law could still treat her in that manner.

"I'm sorry if I said or did anything wrong..."

"Just get lost." Helen snapped. "Both you and that gold digging mother of yours will always remain pests in my eyes. Get out of my sight!"

Annabelle stared at her with wide eyes. "Wh-"

"Hey mama!" A sultry feminine voice sounded from the door and Annabelle turned to see who the intruder was. She was hit with confusion when she saw that it was none other than Chanel. What confused her more was the set of giant clothing bags that the gateman was bringing into the living room. And what confused her last, was the fact that Chanel, for the very first time since she had been seeing her, was modestly dressed.

She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black polo shirt and Annabelle could only gape at her, trying to remember how she always looked in her usually revealing and second skin gowns.

"Hi my darling, how are you?"

Helen smiled widely at her.

"I'm fine. David and I actually came back together, but he went out again to get us ice creams."

Chanel replied. The two women completely ignoring Annabelle who had tensed at what Chanel had just said.

"Oh, you can take the bags upstairs to the master bedroom."

Helen ordered the gateman who glanced at Annabelle before reluctantly doing as he was ordered and that was when she realized she had to know what's going on.

"Excuse me everyone," she said and they both turned to look at her intimidatingly. "What's going on here?"

Chanel fluttered her lashes. "Oh I can see you haven't given her the good news, mum."

"I haven't, yet my dear." Helen replied scowling at Annabelle.

Chanel grinned. "Well, my dear Anna, you will be having a new housemate from today onwards named....Chanel!"

Annabelle blinked. "What? What's the meaning of that?"

"I expected that." Chanel said, obviously enjoying the drama that was about to unfold. "My darling David wants me closer to him now. I think he's tired of driving over to my house anytime he needs my company just like earlier this evening so..."

Chanel's words were cut when Annabelle abrubtly turned and walked upstairs. She had heard enough.

She went into the master bedroom and slammed the door shut. Her blood boiled the more when she saw Chanel's suitcases beside the king sized bed.

How could they do this to her? David, Helen. Why did they hate her so much?

So David had only been using her to satisfy himself because Chanel wasn't near? Was that it?

Oh she was a fool.

Tears piled up in her eyes but she blinked them back.

She wouldn't cry. Since they all obviously wanted to hurt her in one way or the other, she would go to the one person in the world that genuinely cared about her.

She would leave the house tonight. She would go back to Dominic.