Claimed by my husband's son

NADIA

I sat in the middle of the bed, surrounded by soft pillows, my gaze fixed on the man standing still in front of me.

I felt stupid.

My eyes darted back and forth, waiting for him to react to what I said.

My heart thumped hard against my chest, fingers playing with the sides of my nightgown.

With each second that passed by, I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me.

Elias finally looked up, and I didn't dare breathe, eagerness gushed through my veins as I held his nonchalant gaze.

His piercing eyes drifted down my body, almost as if he could see…well he could. The see-through lingerie set I bought barely hid anything from him.

I noticed the dent in his trousers and consoled myself.

Looks like the suggestions other wives gave me, albeit condescendingly, were working.

He tucked one hand in his pocket and gestured with the other that still held his phone. “Go on. Touch yourself.”

I turned red.

“I…I want you to touch me.” I whispered, almost cringing from the words escaping my lips. I couldn't believe that I'd reduced myself to this…

Shameless. Desperate.

When I looked back at Elias, his gaze was still the same. Blank. Emotionless.

He sighed, running his fingers through his silver grey hair, his biceps flexing in the process and I throbbed down there.

For a sixty year old man, my husband didn't look a day over 40. He was fit, unlike other men his age, thanks to his diet and never skipping the gym. His looks and money earned him women that flocked about him like birds in water…

And Elias never lacked a woman in his bed. There was always someone. Someone older, someone with more experience, someone with the caliber to fit into his lifestyle. While I, his wife, rotted in our matrimonial bed.

Was I attracted to Elias? No. Not even right now.

But I needed him…there was only so much loneliness a woman could take.

“Elias?” I called out.

“Hm,” he responded vaguely, his attention back to the phone he was holding.

I glared at the phone and without thinking, I lunged for him and made to grab it.

He moved and I accidentally smacked it right out of his hands, sending it crashing to the floor.

I gasped, meeting his narrowed, burning gaze. “I'm so…” The words died in my throat as my eyes fell on the picture displayed on the phone screen.

Obscene pictures of Chloe in a position I never even imagined possible.

I got out of bed, and walked towards the phone, slowly picking it up and staring at the nude image.

Curiousity got the better of me, and I scrolled to find many, many more.

“Give me that.” He snatched it from my hand. I remained frozen for a few seconds, before glancing at his trousers.

So that was the reason for the thick protruding bulge.

“I can't…I thought you'd broken up with her.”

“I'm not—”