Chapter <b>51</b>
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The winds became aggressive outside Hunter’s vi. Curtains rolled and rumbled and everything about the night suggested the arrival of something perilous.
When Hunter was done wearing his clothes, he came to the windows to close them. The outside world was fighting against the storm. From the trees to the grass, he noticed, were battling to stay put in their ces while the harsh blowing winds tried their best to tear them apart.
Hunter saved himself from slipping <b>as </b>the floor was wet. The winds had carried rain inside. He carefully <b>closed </b>all of them and <b>as </b>he began his stride outside the room, the noise <b>of </b>shattering ss caused him to look back.
His heart rolled in his chest and throbbed because one of his and ire’s photo frames had fallen down from the wall. Hunter quickly approached it and picked <b>up </b>the frame. This <b>was </b>one of their wedding pictures, ire was literally glowing like a star herself. Not to mention that her wedding gown was a shimmery white that glimmered under the sunlight as though the sun itself was showering her with kes of light.
He cleaned the picture, removing all the pieces of the ss. He stared at it, his eyes glued on her face. While he held it, he gazed at the wall at dozens of photo frames of them hanging there. Still
Even after the divorce, he did not make any changes to their room.
He looked back at the photo as a hand of his absentmindedly lifted. He caressed her face. His eyes didn’t blink and his heart didn’t stop feeling
conflicted.
“You miss her.” A voice in his chest whispered.
<b>It </b>came as <b>a </b>jolt. He flickered his eyes and ced the photo frame on the table beside the bed. He nced at it one more time before sauntering down to the kitchen where Zara <b>was </b>pouring two bowls of soup.
“I was about toe up to call you, <b>Zara </b>beamed.
She ced the bowl of soup on the kitchen counter in front of Hunter as he mounted one of the stools. She handed him a spoon and eyed at the bowL
“Do <b>you </b>remember anything?”
Hunter <b>cast </b>a nce at the soup and hummed “Chicken soup. <b>You </b>used to make it for me when we were dating”Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org.
“Yeah, and <b>I </b>added some cream in it too as you liked.”
Aunter did not react. Zara’s temper red, seeing his dull <b>reaction</b>. She maintained her smile and encouraged him to start eating.
Hezily gripped the spoon <b>and </b>dipped it in the soup. The aroma was mouth watering. Any man in his ce would moan and dig into the hot soup. But Hunter wore his impassive expression as he raised the spoon to his <b>mouth</b>.
“How is it?” <b>Zara </b>asked, her skin already tingling with the <b>images </b>of Hunter making hard and rough sex to her.
Such <b>was </b>the effect of the medicine she gave him. She had experience with it.
“Good.”
Zara’s smile faltered. She looked down <b>at </b>her hands and pondered, Finish this first, Hunter. You will know how hot and tasty the soup was after it goes down your system. You will yearn for the hands that made it on your dick in some time.
She watched <b>as </b>he used a spoonful of soup to his mouth. One after another. Hunter also rubbed his neck and the sweat forming <b>on </b>his forehead from time to time. The <b>medicine </b>was showing its effect on him. He was starting to feel hot. It won’t be long before he feels hot between his legs. And hard.
Then it be unbearable. He would want a release. Release in the form of merciless and explosive sex.
“Thanks for the soup. It was good” Hunter tried to stand still but a blistering feeling got over him.
He looked at Zara while pointing at himself, “I feel weird, Zara. My body… <b>It </b><b>is </b>very hot and vibrating. I don’t know what’s happening <b>to </b><b>me</b>.<b>”</b>
“It’s nothing but stress, baby Zara closed the distance and covered his face with her hands.
She was drilled to feel Hunter pressing has check in her palms. He held her waist and came closer.
“You have been overworking yourself without any break<b>. </b>You need a release
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Zara bit her lips as she lowered her gaze. You are hard for me. Hunter”
His jet–hued eyes stilled on her face. He was puzzled at how his body <b>was </b>suddenly reacting. Hunter knew one thing that he didn’t want to do anything intimate with Zara. He tried to keep hisposure and walked out of her <b>hold</b>.
<b>“</b>I have some enuils to answer. 11. Go to my study.
Zara nodded, “Sure. Meanwhile, I’ll go wear something sexy for you.”
Hunter felt lead settle in his gut. He licked his lips awkwardly and moved backwards,
“Now that you are craving for me, how can I keep you <b>waiting</b>! I hope you don’t mind me wearing one of ire’s lingerie.”
Hunter wanted to correct her that ire didn’t <b>have </b>lingerie. She never had to wear them to seduce him. Just one shy smile of her lips and he’d lose
his senses.
He let Zara scamper upstairs to their room. Then he arrived at his study room <b>taking </b>help of the walls <b>as </b>his head was ovee by persistent throbbing. His eyes have be blurry too. Standing by the support of the <b>wall </b>for a while, he closed the door and fastened the locks. Hunter sank in the oval shaped ck couch in the corner and closed his eyes as the burning sensation embraced himpletely.
In the bedroom <b>upstairs</b>, Zara checked herself in the red see–through lingerie she carried with her. It <b>stood </b>out on her white skin, making her look ethereal. She skipped undies <b>as </b>she wanted Hunter to have easy ess. She rubbed some aromatic oil on her skin and around her p*ssy,
Her lips curved in a winning smile. She admired herself from different angles. Then she pinched her nipples to make them hard and spanked her
visible ass<b>.</b>
Poor ire. She lost everything to me, including her husband. Am I guilty!” She raised an eye at her reflection before bursting into hystericalughter. “I am not
Then she came down to Hunter’s study room
“Hunter, darling. I am ready” She tried to turn the knob but it wouldn’t unlock.
“Hunter! I am here. Please let me in.” <b>Zara </b>kept calling him while twisting the knob.
However, it didn’t take her long to decipher that he locked himself inside.
Her eyes set afire as a tide of indignation rolled through <b>her</b><b>. </b>She gulped <b>back </b>tears of insult as the sting of his disregard fueled her growing anger.
“You shouldn’t have done <b>that</b><b>, </b>Hunter. You shouldn’t have locked me out. I waited for this night for months<b>. </b>You <b>will </b>not get seethed and threw <b>an </b>overcoat on her body.