Chapter 223: Money Keeps Rolling
Brian grunted as he reached his climax, releasing himself inside Melba. Panting, he collapsed on top of her, their bodies intertwined.
Melba pushed him off and sat up, reaching for a cigarette on the side table. Brian shifted and began kissing her shoulder, his hands roaming over her skin. "I can’t get enough of you, Melba. It feels incredible to be inside you," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
He took the cigarette from her fingers and extinguished it in the ashtray, focusing on her. "You told her you love her right in front of me," Melba annoyingly remarked.
Brian smirked, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "Of course. She’s my girlfriend, after all, long before I met you at the Gentleman’s Club. But remember, I’ll keep you by my side and support you, especially once I’m part of the Lancaster family. Just follow my lead, and I’ll help make all your dreams come true."
Melba opened her legs wider, grinding her hips against him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Alright then, your wish is my command..."
Brian loved the freedom he had with Melba. She was open-minded and easygoing, understanding the kind of relationship they shared without any complaints. He had met her ten months ago when a friend introduced him to the Gentleman’s Club. That night marked the beginning of their secret affair.
Well, not entirely a secret. Most of his close friends and even a few relatives knew about Melba. The only person who didn’t know was Alyssa, his girlfriend of nearly a year.
Alyssa, the woman of his dreams, had been a challenge to win over, and he had put in everything to finally make her his. But there was a catch... Alyssa was reserved and conservative. Even after almost a year together, she hadn’t allowed him to go beyond holding her hand or a few brief embraces. Not even a kiss.
Melba, on the other hand, was his release, the fire extinguisher for the burning frustration he felt around Alyssa.
Just a month into his official relationship with Alyssa, he found himself turning to Melba for the satisfaction he couldn’t get from his girlfriend. He justified it to himself, thinking it wasn’t really his fault. How could anyone blame him when Alyssa refused to fulfill his desires?
Brian lay on the bed, still catching his breath after another release. He felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him, but Melba’s question cut through the haze of lust. She had propped herself up on her elbow, her eyes glinting as she traced patterns on his chest with her fingers.
"So, the plan is to marry Alyssa, impregnate her, and keep seeing me on the side?" she repeated.