Paul’s Trophy Wife Chapter 33

Chapter 33

“No,” he finally told her. “No, maybe it was, but not anymore. I think about you every day, I miss you when you’re not around.”

She buried her face in her hands, groaning.

“What do I do?” She squeaked, shaking her head. “Paul, you’re great, you’re all I could ever want from a man, but I’m married!”

Paul crossed his arms and looked away.

“I made a vow, I made a vow,” She sobbed, her breath quickening. “If I- if I leave him, would you- would you stay with me? Would you- would you-“

Paul sat there, staring out into the rain as she fumbled over her words, then he reached into his pocket, pulling out the flash drive, setting it in the cup holder, and she turned to him, her eyes wide, her make up smearing down her cheeks.

“I’d stay,” he whispered.

“Oh, Paul!” She moaned, lunging over the center console, throwing herself on top of him, pushing the seat back and clinging to him, kissing him over and over. “Paul!”

Paul kissed her back, and it was a short moment before she’d lifted her skirt and pushed her panties aside, pulling his cock out in a flash of movement and grunts and shoving it deep inside her pussy.

Paul groped her, grabbing her ass as she rode him, kissing and sobbing quietly, whimpering, her tears streaming down her cheeks, dripping onto his face. She clung to him, her nails digging in, and as he groped her ass and pulled her close, he could feel it, the plug.

“Oh Paul!” She groaned, cumming, and he came with her, filling her pussy with his cum before she fell back, panting and moaning, curling up in the front seat, turning away from him.

“Tell me what to do,” she squeaked, and Paul sighed, his heart heavy.

“I want you, Valerie, I want you all to myself,” Paul whispered, putting his cock away and zipping up his pants. “But I can’t tell you what to do. I’ll never make you do anything ever again, I can’t.”

He reached into the back seat and grabbed his umbrella. She turned to him, staring at him with sad eyes.

“This is your decision,” he told her, opening the door and letting himself out, into the pouring rain.

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Over a week had passed and Paul had barely managed to get out of bed. He’d waited for Roger to leave, and once he was gone, he’d returned to Valeries, only to find the door locked. He knocked and knocked, but she didn’t answer.

And so he knew.

He felt like a ghost returning to his old life, his life without her, and wondered how it had ever been enough. He was restless, food didn’t taste good any more, his video games lost their appeal, he wondered if he’d even bother starting school once fall came, how he could keep going through the motions when it all seemed so meaningless.

He stared down at the watch on his wrist. Maybe he’d sell it, use the money to go on a road trip, clear his head, maybe he just wouldn’t come back.

But he didn’t want to lose it.

A few more days passed slowly as he hid himself from the world. One afternoon, as he crept out of his bedroom to get some food, trying desperately not to starve to death from disinterest, he heard his mother on the phone.

“Oh god, that’s terrible,” She said, shaking her head. “Oh, that’s just awful. I’m so sorry.”

Paul shook it off, having barely enough energy to deal with his own grief, let alone somebody else’s, grabbing some food and shuffling back to his bedroom.

The next day, he was feeling slightly better, deciding to try being a person again, to go out, maybe see his friends. He left his bedroom, coming downstairs to find his mother and father dressed in black, getting ready to leave.

“What’s going on?” He asked, staring at them, and his mother smiled faintly.

“Oh, dear, I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you,” she said, stepping forward and rubbing his shoulder. “Mr. Mansfield passed away, some foodborne bacteria infection he caught in Thailand, we’re going to his funeral.”

“Oh,” Paul could barely muster the words.

“We didn’t bother telling you, figured you wouldn’t be interested in going,” his father smiled, stepping forward and wrapping his arm around Paul. “Just shows you how painfully short life is, you can’t take anyone for granted in this world.”

Paul nodded, sitting down, and they smiled at him, leaving him there.

At first, he was elated. He was excited. Now there was no choice, now there was nothing keeping him from Valerie, they could finally be together.

But that excitement was short lived. Valerie had made her choice, she’d chosen her husband, and if he went to her now, he’d be preying on her vulnerability, using her again.