Chapter 37

Adam was rolling his bottom lip between his fingers as he looked out at the Los Angeles cityscape. Sipping on his expensive bourbon, he was angry and frustrated. He couldn't believe Eve would even consider choosing someone like Hunter over him. While he shifted in his luxurious leather armchair, his beautiful wife bobbed her head in his lap, sucking down his manhood with lustful need. He was barely even paying attention to the fact she was on her knees in front of him.

Looking up through hooded lashes, she saw his eye roll in annoyance at her. Shoving away from him, she wiped her lips with a scowl. "You're an unbelievable ass. You're thinking about that bitch, aren't you? I'm giving you the best head of your life and you're thinking about her."

"Shut up whore. It's no different than when you are screaming other guys' names when I fuck you. Let's face it, Sylvia, you're not exactly the wife of the century here."