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“Nice house,” he said as he looked at the Pritchett mansion, smiling. The smile was hard to erase thanks to Gloria, still furious at Jay. Ordinarily, an angry Gloria would be unpleasant to be around. She was a naturally loud person, and what little control she had over her voice was lost when she got truly angry.

Luckily, he had a unique solution to that particular problem. With her hair sprawled on his lap, and her mouth filled with his shaft, shouting was not an option.

And, she found filling her throat with him a better way to take revenge on her neglectful husband. That, and the shocking number of bags that had filled the backseat of the car, enough to be painful for Jay.

He had a feeling that Jay would have cared more about the method of shopping rather than the size of the bill if he had the full story. After the swimsuits, they also stopped by to buy her some dresses, shoes, and lingerie.

He helped to put them on, as well as removing them.

Jay had made a mistake ignoring the first rule of having a hot Latina wife. When you eventually make her angry, make sure to resolve it rather than shuffling it to a random young man.

The drive had been particularly fun. He was an excellent driver, and Gloria loved speed. The faster he drove, the deeper she went…

“Yes, it’s a nice home,” she corrected, a hint of guilt audible, but drowned by waves of anger and passion. After all, it wasn’t the first time she had lapsed in her vows, but bringing him back home was an even bigger step.

The best part about Gloria, when she felt discomfort, she doubled down. So, even as she stepped out of the car, she removed her dress, revealing a set of lingerie they had just bought, purple, but transparent enough that might as well not have existed.

She looked spectacular. “Help me with the bags,” she ordered. He was happy to follow.

But, when they entered the house, she froze. The reason was clear. A distinctive laugh, which was particularly threatening in a home that was supposed to be empty. He recognized the voice easily.

Haley.

“Are you kidding me?” Gloria hissed angrily, about to march into the backyard.

He grabbed her hips and put his hand to her mouth. “Remember, you’re not alone … or dressed,” he whispered. Her eyes widened, realizing it wouldn’t exactly be in a state to confront them.

“Look, how about we sneak upstairs first and discuss it there,” he whispered. “That way, when you confront them, you’re wearing something more appropriate,” he added, squeezing her ass to make his point, which was very poorly covered with her panties.

She whimpered. “Good idea, but be careful,” she whispered, and they tiptoed toward the stairs. He made sure to stay behind her. Just because he had seen her naked didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate the view of her hips while wearing a thong and climbing the stairs.

In there, the safe thing was to let Gloria go downstairs and kick Haley away, especially since her laughter made it clear she wasn’t alone. But, what was the point of living when one always did the safe thing?

So, he merely threw the piles of clothes they purchased on the ground, and pushed Gloria on the bed. She gasped. “I still need to go and—“

“Not yet,” he said as he climbed onto the bed. “First, we need to make sure that you’re relaxed. You’re too angry, and when you get angry, you get loud.”

“I’m not loud—“ she tried to argue, but with each word, her voice climbed up. He had to press his hand to her mouth to prevent it. Her eyes burned with fury.

“I mean, if you want to get caught by your uninvited guests, be my guest,” he warned her.

“You have a point,” she managed to say, which passed as a whisper for her, but he was glad that he already closed the door.

“Exactly. You need to be silent,” he said, then smirked as his fingers dipped down, caressing her wet thong.

“You can’t be serious?” she whispered.

“Why? Scared?” he goaded her, knowing Gloria was too impulsive to refuse such a challenge.

“I never get scared,” she responded, her accent flaring to make her even sexier, and she was already plenty sexy wearing her purple underwear set, which, when combined, had barely enough fabric to make a decent napkin.

The fact that it was her marital bed made it even sexier.

Sometimes, he was really a bastard.

The moment his finger started to move, her moans got louder, which he decided to sove the fun way. He ripped her new thong with ease. “I just bought that,” she complained, but her tone was excited.

And, that was the last thing she said before he stuffed her mouth with it, flipped her to bury her face to the pillow for good measure, and started invading her core. At this point, she was sopping wet, removing the need for any slowing down.

She was even tighter than he expected, showing that he wasn’t the only one enjoying the forbidden nature of their location. He let loose, knowing that Gloria was strong enough to take it, burying her into her soft bed, every thrust making her moan.

Her hips pushed back even as her hands tightened over the sheets, her eyes wide. He was more interested in her grip, tight with passion. His hands tightened over her hips, her knees spreading further to give him an even better access.

She came with her face on the pillow, the orgasm hitting her far more explosively, the thematic weight of her ‘revenge’ giving her all the pleasure she needed.

[Achievement complete. Help Gloria take ‘revenge’, using her marriage bed as the set

Challenge: Daring]

[+10 Any Stat

1 Random Platinum Skill

1 Random Platinum Reward]

While Gloria shivered in bed, he turned his attention to his achievement. A daring reward was always nice, but after Attractiveness was maxed, stat points for other Stats weren’t as critical, and at this point, he wasn’t exactly lacking for skills.

He decided to go with the reward. It had been a while.

[Instant Residence Card: A reward that could be used to build a dream home and modify the surroundings, on a lawfully owned land. The total cost would be taken from the bank account. Neither the appearance of the residence nor the money outflow triggers any suspicion.]

He smiled as he read the nature of the reward. He had already been considering acquiring a house out of the city, but he hadn’t found anything to his preference. The reward was timed perfectly.

At this point, time was more valuable than money. Maybe it was why the reward had changed, factoring in his needs.

Either that, or Gloria being rich gave him the extra reward. It was something to be checked later. Instead of spending time thinking about it, he flipped Gloria and removed her impromptu gag. “Well, that was…” she muttered, her face contorted with pleasure. “… intense.”

“Yes,” he said, caressing her body, but more of a massaging way, wanting her to sleep. She was already exhausted. He could talk with Haley while Gloria slept. “I can kick your guests out if you want?”

“How?”

“I’ll claim I’m here to clean the pool,” he said. “Makes sense, right?”

Gloria nodded, already half asleep. When he pulled the cover over her, she was already sleeping, overwhelmed by the chain of orgasms she had ‘endured’ after they had met at the mall.

He was whistling happily as he fixed his outfit, putting the reward outside his mind for the moment. Instead, he turned his attention to Haley. Wanting to tease her a bit, he didn’t approach from the normal entrance, but instead climbed out of one of the second-floor windows.

Soon, he saw Haley, wearing a cute but stylish bikini, oversized sunglasses pushed into her flawless hair, obvious that she hadn’t stepped into the water, just sunbathing. The figure next to her, however, put a smile on his lips.

Rachel; who he had trouble meeting even when he was in New York, because she was too busy with work, just like Haley.

Unlike Haley, she was lying face down, her top untied so she could bronze her back. Curious, he sneaked closer, listening to what they would be talking. He wasn’t surprised to hear that eighty percent of what they were talking about was work; because when it came to fashion, both Haley and Rachel turned into workoholics to a scary degree.

But, the other twenty percent of their discussion was even more amusing. Apparently, they had both landed early morning, and they were planning to ‘ambush’ him in Malibu for a little fun party.

He suddenly felt mischievous.

“What if I surprise you first?” he suddenly said from behind Haley.

Naturally, his response was twin cries of fear. Haley jumped up to her feet, her magazine pointing at him, while Rachel desperately tried to tie her top. “Ethan?” Haley gasped, still breathing hard. “You … I … but …” she said, still breathing hard.

Rachel adapted somewhat faster as she shifted to a sitting position, suddenly not that concerned looking for her top. “That was mean,” she said.

“Maybe,” he said as he sat on Haley’s sunbed.

Haley sat on his lap, and slapped his chest, still breathing fast. “That was so mean,” she complained. He chuckled, caressing her back to calm her down. She soon leaned against his chest. “So mean,” she repeated.

“Well, you were the ones that decided to surprise me first,” he teased. “I just paid in kind.”

“He has a point,” Rachel said in a casual tone, more relaxed in Haley’s presence, but he wasn’t that surprised. Recently, he had stopped paying any attention to the fashion business, happy to leave the operation to them, relying on Annie’s weekly reports.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t chatting with Haley or Rachel, but talking on the phone was hardly a substitute.

“How did you even know we’re here?” Haley asked.

“I have my ways,” he responded, caressing her leg to distract her. “So, tell me, why exactly you’re sneaking the other people’s pools while you are a multimillionaire?”

She shrugged. “Well, partly nostalgia. It’s fun to sneak out when Grandpa is not around. Also, I finally purchased a house, but the renovations will take some time. I much rather sneak here than deal with the crowd.”

“It is fun,” Rachel admitted. “I feel like a teenager. I don’t even remember the last time I sneaked into someplace I wasn’t supposed to be.”

Haley giggled, still leaning against his chest. “Too bad you ruined our surprise.”

“It was worth just to see your face when you’re scared. And, here I was thinking that your eyes couldn’t get any larger. It’s like a magic trick; they just continue to expand without a limit.”

“Bastard,” Haley muttered, then looked at Rachel. “Maybe we should kick him out?”

“I mean, if you don’t want me to prepare a nice snack plate, you can, but—“

“On second thought, that’s a better way to apologize,” Haley said. “How about you prepare a snack plate, and I’ll forgive you?”

“That would be my pleasure, doe eyes,” he teased her before he stood up. He kissed Haley first, but he didn’t neglect Rachel, who didn’t neglect teasing him in her topless state, which almost convinced him to stay and prepare.

Almost…

“Good, because you owe an apology to me as well,” Rachel said.

He looked at her, surprised, genuinely coming up blank. “For what?”

“You have been slacking off,” Rachel complained playfully. “Do you have how long it had been since you had a shoot for my website; which means we’re struggling. Your photography is our core competitive advantage.”

“Ah, a good point,” he admitted. “In my defense, I had been busy.”

“With what?”

“Mostly the lawsuit. Do you think taking seventy million from a rich asshole takes a day?” he said, which was a bald-faced lie, but he wasn’t above distracting them. It took longer than a day only if he included the time he spent with Blair and Olivia, which wasn’t exactly a fair way of framing it. “In any case, I have full confidence in you. You’re running it perfectly, so I don’t need to prop up the prestige.”

“I do?”

“Of course you do. We have already passed ten million in total revenue, and our margins are spectacular. It’s an excellent performance for a business that was operating for a few months.”

“But…” Rachel muttered, looking at Haley.

“That’s not the same,” he said. “It’s both high fashion, but Haley can use social media freely for marketing; using it for lingerie is considerably trickier. And, the new photographers and the new models are working wonderfully. Very avant-garde.”

“It’s easy to get up-and-coming photographers trying to piggyback on your fame,” Rachel admitted.

While they chatted about the website, he acted as if he hadn’t noticed Haley sneaking from behind. “Don’t listen to this bastard, Rach, he’s trying to get away with neglecting us,” she declared, and pushed him into the pool.

He let her succeed … to a degree. First, he made sure to throw his phone on the sunbed to keep it safe. Then, he let her push him into the water, but he wasn’t above dragging her with him into the water.

“No, my hair!” Haley gasped in protest before she delved deep.

“Well, you should have thought about that before pulling that trick,” he said.

“Fine, that’s how you want to play!” Haley declared, and jumped to put her weight on his shoulders, trying to push him underwater.

All he needed to decide exactly how he wanted everything to escalate…