An Affair With The Ceo (Natasha and Jared) novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Exiled from His Bed

Chapter 3 Exiled from His Bed

Natasha’s face froze.

Percy didn’t miss the flash of profound disappointment in her eyes, but his expression remained icy. “Sorry. I’ve told you a million times. I’m a germaphobe.”

“But Percy, please. I…” Natasha pleaded, her voice thick with desperation.

After a year of zero Intimacy, her body was trapped in a state of agonizing hyperarousal.

Her core throbbed relentlessly, demanding to be filled.

She simply couldn’t hold it back anymore. “Just do me this favor, baby. Please. I’m so wet it hurts.”

She bit her lower lip, staring up at him with pitiful, tear-filled eyes. Her chest heaved with shallow breaths,

She craved cock so badly. Her mind was utterly consumed by the need to get laid, spiraling entirely out of control.

Percy’s brow furrowed in deep disgust. He loathed the way she acted like a shameless slut in front of him.

“If you’re really that horny, go find a way to get yourself off,” he snapped.

His cold, contemptuous words struck straight at the most vulnerable part of Natasha’s heart.

But Percy remained completely blind to the agonizing hurt painted across her face.

He just offered a chilling warning. “And don’t ever wear lingerie like that in front of me again.”

The desperate glimmer in Natasha’s eyes instantly died, replaced by a suffocating wave of sorrow.

Her own husband still refused to touch her.

“I understand,” she murmured, lowering her head. Her voice sounded entirely drained of life.

“Another thing. Starting tonight, we’re not sleeping in the same bed,” Percy added, shooting her another look of pure revulsion.

Natasha’s head snapped up in shock. “Percy?”

‘Is he actually moving out of our bedroom?’ she thought, her heart sinking.

“I’m taking the guest room. From now on, you are not to step foot in my space without permission.” Having delivered his icy ultimatum, Percy got out of bed and walked out without a single backward glance.

Natasha was left standing there in a daze while hot tears blurred her vision.

They had been married for a year. The complete lack of sex, coupled with Percy’s glacial indifference, had driven her body into this feverish state of constant arousal.

Yet Percy showed absolutely zero interest in satisfying her needs. Instead, he chose this exact moment to kick her out of his bed.

For Natasha, it was a devastating blow.

The faint warmth in the master bedroom vanished the second Percy left, leaving the air bitterly cold.

But the scorching fire between Natasha’s thighs didn’t recede at all.

In fact, it roared to life. Percy’s cruel rejection stung her deeply, triggering an even fiercer wave of pure, physical lust.

She felt incredibly frustrated, her entire body wracked with a hollow, maddening ache.

Biting back a whimper, a desperate thought crossed her mind. ‘God, it hurts. I just want to be fucked.’

Her cheeks flushed feverishly hot. Unbidden, her memory flashed back to the clinic earlier today. She pictured herself lying on the examination table, spreading her legs for that male doctor.

‘Oh my god!’ Natasha instinctively shook her head. ‘Why the hell am I thinking about him?

‘I am a married woman. How could I catch myself getting off on the thought of another man? When did I become so brazen?’

But then again, Percy refused to lay a finger on her. Being married to him was no different than being single.

Try as she might, Natasha couldn’t stop her mind from drifting back to Jared.

She vividly remembered the moment at the hospital entrance when he offered her a ride.

She had finally seen his full face without the surgical mask.

He was drop dead gorgeous. Way hotter than Percy.

A wicked fantasy slipped in. ‘If only he could be the one to stretch me out.’

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Chapter 3 Exiled from His Bed

Natasha slammed the brakes on her filthy thoughts.

Even though Percy wouldn’t touch her, she couldn’t lust after a stranger. It was basically emotional cheating.

But her throbbing clit was completely out of her control.

With trembling hands, she pulled open the nightstand drawer and grabbed her favorite vibrator.

For the past year, whenever Percy rejected her and the aching need flared up, she had always rubbed herself out while picturing her husband.

Tonight, however, felt dangerously different.

As she pressed the buzzing toy against her soaking panties, the man filling her mind wasn’t Percy. It was the hot doctor,

Jared.

It took Natasha a long time to come down from her orgasm.

A faint trail of drool glistened at the corner of her mouth, her limbs feeling completely heavy and drained.

Gasping for air, she knew she couldn’t keep living like a frustrated nun.

She scrambled out of bed, digging through her purse for the anxiety meds she had picked up from the clinic today.

There was no water left in her room. Slipping a silk robe over her naked shoulders, she headed downstairs to the kitchen to take her pills.

Passing by Percy’s bedroom, she stopped dead in her tracks at a suspicious, muffled groan.

Natasha was no innocent virgin. She knew exactly what those low, guttural grunts meant.

She immediately peeked through the crack of his door.

In the dim light, Percy sat on the edge of his bed, his fist pumping his hard cock as he stared at a photograph.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice rough and thick with lust. “Fuck, Joelle. You’re my wife. I only want you… I only love you…”

A loud ringing exploded in Natasha’s ears. Her eyes widened in absolute shock.

Her stomach dropped. ‘Joelle? she thought, feeling sick. Roxanne’s daughter? The golden heiress of the Whittier family?’

Her father, Bernard, had essentially lived a double life. His legal wife, Roxanne, had Joelle Whittier.

His longtime mistress, Sandra Gideon, gave birth to a son, Collin Whittier, and a daughter, Natasha.

Since Collin was the only male heir to the Whittier empire, Roxanne legally adopted him right after birth.

Natasha, the unwanted bastard daughter, was left behind to grow up with Sandra.

But growing up, Sandra Gideon never showed Natasha any affection.

But even her own mother despised her. Sandra clearly favored Collin and kissed ass to Roxanne’s daughter, Joelle, far more than she cared for her own flesh and blood.

Sandra didn’t give a shit about Natasha’s marriage, leaving the arrangement entirely up to Bernard and Roxanne.

Before marrying Percy, Natasha had done some quiet digging. She only agreed to the wedding after confirming he was in love with “the Whittier girl.”

Back then, she foolishly assumed he meant her. Now she realized what a pathetic joke that was.

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