A Blissful Night with My Stepfather

I'm Divorcing with You, Mr Billionaire!

The Wine Press

I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to get a divorce, Mark," I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time-even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.

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"Damn! He's hot!" Jane bit her lower lip, her eyes locked on the figure that just stepped into the club. Ginny sighed in annoyance and turned to see what had caught her innocent friend's attention. Her jaw dropped and she swallowed hard as she took in the man before them.

He had dark, jet-black hair styled to perfection, a sharp jawline, and intense eyes that seemed to pierce through the crowd. His light gray shirt clung tightly to his body, showcasing his chiseled abs and broad shoulders. His face was almost like being perfect, but more like a piece of art.

"Damn... he's hot" Ginny mumbled, biting her lower lip.

"He sure is" Jane confirmed, their gaze never wavering from the man.

"Here's your drink, miss" The bartender interrupted, setting the bottle down on the glass table. Ginny quickly returned her gaze to face the stranger, but he was no longer there as if he had vanished into thin air. She growled, grabbing the bottle angrily, resisting the urge to yell at the bartender for distracting her.

"Can I say something, miss?" The bartender asked, pouting his pink lips. He was handsome too, but not as much as the guy from earlier. Ginny nodded and took a swig of her drink.

"Take it easy, that's your eighth bottle today. You're a beautiful young lady..."

Ginny suddenly slammed the bottle against the glass table. The bartender cringed, as he quickly moved his gaze from Ginny to the bottle on the table, expecting it to shatter, but the bottle luckily, it didn't.

"A little advice... learn how to mind your own business," Ginny snarled before getting to her feet, staggering backward for a moment. "Let's dance, Jane!" She declared, raising the bottle in the air, making her way toward the dance floor and Jake followed swiftly, staggering as she did.

"Yesss!... Wohoo!" Jane cheered, shaking her butt simultaneously to the rhythm of the jazzy music playing in the background.

"Wanna dance?" A guy extended his hand to her. Jane looked up at his handsome face and slid her hand into his.

"Since I'm already dancing... Of course," she half-grinned. The guy nodded positively as he rhythmically pulled her close, both dancing in unison.

Ginny suddenly stopped dancing, scanning the dance floor. "Where is she?" she groaned, narrowing her eyes.

"Hey, cutie." A deep baritone voice called from behind her. She spun around to see the man from earlier, now standing right in front of her. Immediately, her eyebrows furrowed, and her jaw dropped slightly as she stared at him. He looked even more handsome and hot up closely, making her heart race.

"Wanna dance?" He extended his hand.

"Sure... yes," she stuttered, rushing the last part. Feeling her attractive features, he pulled her close with his hand grabbing her waist. She swallowed hard, placing her hands on his shoulders as they began to dance, moving their bodies to the beat of the music.

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