Coming back, he wooed her without having to say a word, and she let him, knowing that they both needed it. He came to stay with them at the townhouse in Athens, and during the weekends, she and the children stayed with him on the yacht.

He gave her flowers, sent her text messages that were longer than usual, and he made her smile when he even wore an apron for her while cooking them dinner.

She told him she loved him, even when the words still terrified her, but more than that, she allowed herself to think of him, allowed her heart to love him and not feel defensive and miserable because of it.

She loved him, and he loved her.

It was up to them to make sure that their love became their strength and not their weakness.

Days became weeks, weeks became months, and it was in June, on the twins’ eighth birthday, that Pollyanna woke up, knowing she was okay.

Maybe time really did heal all wounds, maybe it was love, or maybe it was both. She didn’t really know the answer to it. All she knew was that the last fears and doubts in her heart had vanished, and she knew that even though the pain of her heartbreak could still haunt her, it would not make her love waver.

That morning, she bided her time, trying but failing to hide her restless excitement. Her husband and the twins kept giving her odd looks, and when the children finally left for school, Kyr went to her, asking abruptly, “What’s wrong?”

Spinning on the bar stool to face him, she didn’t bother saying a word, simply choosing to answer him by throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him.

He froze for a second.

It had been their first real kiss, their first embrace, since that night at the yacht.

But then her husband recovered, and he began kissing her back. He kissed her so hungrily, it was like he was ready to devour her. He kissed her with such devastating passion, his hands roaming over her body so seductively, that by the time he lifted his head so she could breathe, her head was reeling, and she remembered nothing but his name.

Kyr.

Kyr.

Her Kyr.

He carried her to the master bedroom and she let him, her heart banging against her chest almost as hard as it had the night they first made love.

Kyr stiffened when he heard his wife let out a sob. Laying her on the bed, he asked hoarsely, “What is it?” A part of him dreaded hearing her say that she had made a mistake, but he told himself if it was so, he would be patient. He loved her, would only love her, and so he could never wait for her long enough.

“I just remembered our first night.”

Ah.

His chest tightened. He knew he had ruined that memory for her completely after what she had learned. “I’m sorry,” he said tautly, but to his surprise, his wife shook her head vehemently at him.

“You don’t understand.” She looked up at him with a teary smile. “I remember it, and it doesn’t hurt. It’s as beautiful as it was because now I know…” Her voice caught, and she bit her lip hard. “It’s beautiful again, because now I know---” She reached up, drawing him to her as she whispered with sweet conviction, “You’re mine.”

He closed his eyes, her sweetness healing him, and he said rawly, “That’s right, my love.” He kissed her wet face, licking her tears, and as he brushed his lips against hers, “I’m yours.”

And in the years they had been together, Kyr had never been this sweet, never been this gentle, never been this tender, and it pierced her straight to the heart. He caressed her like she was the most fragile thing in the world, and as he worshipped every inch of her body, he didn’t stop whispering the most loveliest words in the world.

I’m happy to be yours.

I’ve dreamt of this for so long.

If this is a dream, don’t wake me up.

Stay with me forever, my love.

You will always be my heart.

I want to wake up next to you every day of my life.

And when he finally entered her, their bodies joining together, both of them had been unable to speak. They could only stare at each other, both of them excruciatingly aware of just how close they had come to losing it all.

“Oh, Kyr.” He started to move, and her eyes closed at the beauty of it. “I love you, Kyr.”

And unlike before, he no longer answered her with silence.

Thrusting all the way in, his cock reaching her womb, her husband bent his head, whispering, “I love you, Pollyanna.”

* * *

Three months later

The Gazis family was the talk of the town again. Arriving in full force to watch the twins in their first theater performance at school, the Greek billionaire and his young, entrepreneurial wife had everyone staring and whispering at the way they couldn’t stop staring and touching each other.

A married couple of over eight years, still holding hands, sniffed a socialite disapprovingly. How crass.

Behind them were Pollyanna’s parents, who were holding Leo’s hands, and following after them were the Floros, who had Annalisa. This last trio had everyone shaking their heads and whispering even more.

Aren’t those the parents of Ana Jenner, the Hollywood celebrity who also happened to be Kyrillos Gazis’ ex?

Didn’t the actress say that Mrs. Gazis lost her virginity on the same bed as Ana did?

Oh my God, she’s so stupid for staying with her husband.

Her children won’t ever respect her once they find out how stupid she is.

She should have just taken him to the cleaners, demanded fifty percent of everything he owned.

On and on it went, but none of the Gazis family and their loved ones cared. The Floros had long mended their relationship with Pollyanna, and as for their birth daughter, the final nail in the coffin had been her decision to talk about Kyr and Pollyanna to the media. Ezio and Dinah had no longer tried contacting Ana after that, and vice versa.

As Pollyanna and Kyr claimed their front row seats, she told him ruefully, “You hear them, right?”

He smiled, but his voice was utterly serious as he asked, “Do you want me to shut them all up?”

Remembering the last time he took offense on her behalf, she said hastily, “Uh, no, forget whatever I said.” She reached up and touched the lines on his forehead. “Now, stop frowning. I’m sorry I brought it up.”

He shook his head. “It’s not your fault the world’s filled with crazy, jealous---”

“I can feel you getting angrier,” she said, wincing. “Please forget it, please?” Giving her husband a winsome smile, she added, “Besides, we’re sponsoring this year’s bingo for the school. They know which, umm, bottoms to kiss if they want to score more bingo cards.”

His frown finally disappeared, but his tone was faint when he repeated, “Bottoms? Are you serious, psaraki? You can’t even say ‘ass’---”

She slapped a hand over his mouth. “Kyr,” she hissed. “We’re in school!”

He took her hand off his mouth. “Butt then?”

But Pollyanna only laughed. “I’m sorry, but your dreams of having a dirty-mouthed wife will just have to stay like that. A dream.”

He didn’t answer, only looked at her thoughtfully under hooded lids.

She started to feel uneasy. “Kyr…”

But then the curtains started to rise, the twins appeared, and Pollyanna forgot all about her husband’s tendency to take every challenge seriously.

Two hours later, and the play had ended, its receptive audience treating the young thespians with a standing ovation. After, everyone trooped excitedly to the Gazis’ mega yacht, which was where this year’s school bingo would be held. The children were immediately directed to the boardwalk on the upper deck while the adults went straight to the ballroom on the lower deck. Most of the time, the school’s charity bingo was a poorly attended event. But this year was different, with parents buying as many bingo cards as possible and inviting their friends to join them.

Not only were the prizes incredible – ten sports cars and round-the-world tickets for two were being given away – but Kyr’s PR staff had also let it be known that many famous couples, such as the three Pussketeers and their wives, together with Damen and Mairi Leventis, were attending.

Oh, to say that they had attended an event that had those couples as guests!

Why, it was more than worth a bingo card, definitely!

And best of all, Kyrillos Gazis and his wife would be hosting. This would give them even more things to gossip about.

Oh, the excitement!

And so they came in droves, not knowing that Kyrillos Gazis knew exactly what they were thinking and would always be several steps ahead of them.

“Ready?” Her beautiful Greek billionaire husband appeared at the doorway, smiling at her.

Oh, Kyr.

Her husband smirked. “I know.”

“H-huh?” She hurriedly got rid of her dreamy smile.

“You’re thinking, ‘my husband’s so gorgeous, I must be so lucky that he’s mine.’ Right?” Not waiting for his blushing wife to answer, he crossed the room, bending down to whisper in her ear, “It’s okay, psaraki. I’m always happy to be yours.”

“S-shut up, you’re so full of it.” But her knees were knocking together under her skirt, and she knew he knew it.

He kissed her hair. “You look gorgeous, Mrs. Gazis.”

She beamed. “Really?”

He bit back a sigh. Theo. That innocent look of pleasure would always get to him. He cupped her face, saying sternly, “Don’t forget what I told you.”

She made a face.

He pinched her cheeks.

“Okay, okay, I remember. I’ll try not to look so---” She rolled her eyes. “Innocent.” She started to roll her eyes again, but she ended up yelping when he pinched her cheeks another time.

“I’m. Serious.”

“I. Know.” She glared up at him.

But he got rid of her anger easily, lowering his head to kiss her hard. When he lifted his head, he was satisfied to see her eyes cloudy with desire. Good. “You have a very jealous husband, psaraki. Don’t forget.”

“I remember,” she said with a mock sigh, but the stars in her eyes were dazzlingly bright.

They entered the ballroom hand in hand, and as soon as they took their place behind the podium, the entire ballroom was plunged in darkness except for the limelight beaming down at them.

The guests gasped.

A second later, and the battery-powered and remote-operated candles on each table blazed into life, creating an intimate and elegant atmosphere, and everyone burst into appreciative applause.

She winked at her husband. Like it? she asked silently. She expected him to nod or answer, but instead, her usually serious husband actually winked back at her, and oh, how her heart leapt like an Olympic triathlete at that.

As the event’s host began to explain the mechanics of the game, Kyr positioned himself behind her, making Pollyanna frown in bemusement.

Behind her, Kyr said in a low, wicked murmur, “I think you’ve forgotten another thing.”

She stiffened in alarm. “I did?”

“Yes.”

She stiffened again, but this time out of shock and embarrassment as she felt her husband’s lips tracing the line of her nape. What was he doing? Oh my God, they were in public, and about to---

“You forgot how I never say no to challenges, psaraki.”

Challenges?

But she hadn’t---

Wait. A. Darn. Minute.

She paled, remembering the last thing they were talking about at the theater.

She had told him she wouldn’t ever be the potty-mouthed wife he had dreamt of.

Oh God.

She had, hadn’t she?

She started uneasily, “Kyr, come on, we’re---”

The host looked at them. “The floor’s all yours, Mrs. Gazis.”

Behind her, Kyr chuckled, murmuring, “Too late.”

Oh. God.

Tense beyond belief, she pressed on the iPad screen, which had an installed app that worked like a bingo ball generator.

“B5.”

“N42.”

“N34.”

“I20.”

She made it to the fifth ball, and when nothing happened, she started to relax, thinking that he had probably just been bluffing. Ha! Of course he had been bluffing.

“O71.”

Kyr knew the exact moment his wife decided not to take him seriously, and he almost grinned when, after calling out the eighth ball, she had even looked at him over her shoulder and stuck out her tongue.

Ah, my love.

How adorably immature.

It was cute, but he really had to teach her a lesson now.

He waited for her to draw another ball.

She opened her mouth.

He made his move.

“Aaaaaaaaaah.” She was supposed to say the letter “I” but couldn’t, her face paling as she felt Kyr’s hands move inside her skirt, slipping through the back slit and starting to caress her bare thighs.

“What’s that?” a parent from one of the front tables asked in confusion.

She could only be thankful that the entire stage was still plunged in darkness and that the candles could only illuminate a small amount of space on the guests’ tables. It prevented them from seeing what Kyr was doing and---

Oh. God.

“I. 16.” He had ripped her panties away now, and she was torn between kicking him and wanting to run away. Was he serious? He really had to rip her panties off now?

She drew another ball.

“B. 2.” It was so hard to speak, with Kyr caressing the bare cheeks of her bottom and then teasing her by sliding a finger over the slit.

“N. 44.” Oh my God, he was clasping her hips now, and she swallowed, her mind unable to stop thinking about what he was going to do next.

“G. 59.” She heard him unzip himself, and Pollyanna gasped. Was he really----

Then she felt it, his bare cock nudging against her body, and because she had been achingly wet the moment she had felt his engorged erection, it slipped inside her.

She gasped over the microphone.

Was that another I, a mother demanded.

She hurriedly pressed the iPad screen. “B3.” Oh my God, he was thrusting hard now, pounding into her, and no matter how she tried not to react, it was impossible, and her body began to rock noticeably against the podium.

People started to talk.

She drew another ball. “G60.” For a moment, she couldn’t help but squeeze her eyes shut at the shameful pleasure of it. Drawing another ball, she panted out, “O61.” Oh my God, oh my God, everyone was staring at them now, and she could see realization beginning to dawn on them.

She covered the microphone, twisting around to look at her husband and pleading, “Please, Kyr.”

But he only gave her a beautiful smile before pulling out then slamming back into her.

She gasped, her hand fell from the microphone, and she gasped again as, while still fucking her, he had also wound an arm around her body to stimulate her clit.

Her eyes rolled back.

Knowing she wouldn’t be able to talk now, Kyr calmly took over, using his free hand to touch the screen. “B11. I18. B3. N40.” He rattled off one number after another, giving the parents no time to gossip as they hurriedly checked their bingo cards. Even so, his cock didn’t stop moving, Kyr able to keep thrusting into his wife’s little body.

Pausing in between draws, he whispered to her, “Want me to make you come now?”

She nodded jerkily.

“Then make my dream come true and be my dirty-mouthed wife.”

She whimpered.

He twisted the microphone back to her.

Pollyanna drew another ball as her husband began to fuck her harder. Oh. God. So. Hard. To. Think.

“G. 57.”

Oh, God, what he was doing to her clit---

“Beeeeeeee foooooooour.”

“Eeeeeeeeeen thiiiiiiiirtyyyyyyyseeeeeveeeeeeeen.”

The proud part of her wanted to stick to her guns and not do what he wanted, but the other part of her just wanted to let go.

“Geeeeeeeee fiiiiiiiiiftyyyyyy.”

And then she felt it, her thighs tensing as the pleasure inside her began to spiral out of control. Behind her, she heard Kyr breathe harshly, and she knew he was near, too. His thrusts were saying the same thing, his movements wild and rough, and oh God, her body started to shake---

Anytime now---

She drew a ball, praying that it would be an O, so that if she climaxed, maybe no one would know---

And then she felt it, and her eyes widened.

Kyr was pulling out.

“NOOOOOOOOO!”

The crowd protested.

Was that an O?

Was that an N?

I don’t think I care right now, I’m just so turned on.

And behind her, Kyr gritted out, “Then give me what I want, my love.”

His cock started to circle back.

Her control broke.

“It’s a fucking O for orgasm, O 69!”

Kyr’s cock slammed back into her.

Someone from the crowd cried out, “Bingo!”

Thank God.

She came, screaming, “Biiiiiiiiiiiingooooooooooooooooo!”

Her husband laughed behind her. “Ah, my love, this will be a story that I’ll make sure our children won’t ever hear about.”

She couldn’t reply, her body still shuddering as she came and came and came.

Dear Reader,

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