Chapter 14 Make It Up

• Seeing how persistent Flynn was, Josephine didn't speak further. She was afraid her adamant refusal would raise his suspicion. Still, how long can I keep up the charade?
• After leaving the coffee shop, Flynn sent her back to the school. “Jojo, let's have dinner together tonight. What do you say?” He was reluctant to part ways with her at the school entrance.
• Josephine met his eyes. “Flynn, I have to work part-time tonight, so I don't think I can make it. Can we do it another day?”
• Flynn hesitated briefly and didn't press that matter further since it would be inconvenient to her. “All right. This is my new number. Give me a call when you're free.”
• “Okay.” Josephine received his business card and noticed he was the executive director and vice president of Jurich Group.
• Once Josephine was finished with her class, Gordon fetched her back to the mansion, which was empty at that moment. She felt temporarily relieved upon realizing he hadn't come back.
• She helped Rosa prepare dinner. When Maverick returned, Josephine knew she had to provide him with an explanation.
• “Ms. Quillen, you should eat first. Since Mr. Lambert didn't call, he might not be coming home tonight for dinner,” Rosa said after noticing Josephine hadn't eaten or drunk anything. By the time Mr. Lambert returns, it'll be close to midnight already.
• Josephine shook her head. “That's all right. He will come home.”
• Despite knowing his return wouldn't be a good thing, she still found herself hoping he would. After all, she couldn't escape dealing with what must be faced. It'll be difficult for me to clarify this matter after getting caught red-handed by him today.
• As expected, at one in the morning, the sound of a car driving into the mansion signaled his return.
• Josephine shuddered, feeling a shiver travel down her spine.
• Maverick exuded a cold and hair-raising aura as soon as he stepped into the house, causing the temperature in the surroundings to drop as if winter had come early.
• “Y-You're back.” Josephine approached him. Will I stand a chance to negotiate conditions with him now?
• Maverick bored his icy gaze into her. Is she trying to apologize and please me?
• “Have you eaten? I prepared a few dishes.” Josephine braced herself and mustered much courage to utter those words to him.
• He strode into the dining room and saw the exquisite dishes served on the table, appearing appetizing even though they had gone cold. Unfortunately, Maverick wasn't buying it. Does she think cooking some dishes will make up for her flirting with another man outside and making me a cuckold? Is she underestimating me or assuming I'm a magnanimous man? I've indeed been treating her too well recently, allowing her to do as she pleases.
• “Jasmine, aren't you a daredevil? Do you think you can make it up to me with these dishes after hooking up with another man outside? Do you take me as a pushover? Have you forgotten that you're my wife? Fine! Let me give you a reminder, then.” With a sweep of his hand, Maverick scattered the tableware, shattering them across the floor.
• Josephine was about to bend down and clean up the mess but was pulled back. The next second, he pinned her on the dining table.
• “W-What are you doing?” Back pressed against the cold tabletop, Josephine trembled all over.
• “What am I doing? What do you think I'm going to do?” Maverick stared impassively at her.
• He was furious whenever he recalled Josephine's interactions with Flynn at the restaurant in the afternoon. She's truly a vixen. No wonder so many men are willing to cling to her. I'm different. I want to torment her in every possible way!
• “Jasmine, since you could chat and laugh so happily with another man, you won't refuse me, your legitimate husband, right?” Maverick's words were laced with utter frostiness and resentment.
• “I didn't. I really didn't. You've misunderstood me. Flynn and I are just—” Maverick held her down, rendering her immobile. Her explanations were accompanied by tears, but Maverick still thought she deserved no sympathy from him.
• He pinned her to the dining table and parted her legs with his hands as he skimmed her thighs with his fingers, giving her a tingling sensation. Josephine can feel the heat around her vagina as his fingers touched her thighs. Maverick yanked her brassier off, letting her big perky boobs bounce out and he began to suckle on her breast, nibbling her hard nipples. He let his tongue slide down to her stomach, sucking her abdomen before his lips scan the lips of her cunt. Maverick raised her waist and smacked her butts roughly and squeezed them, making her buttocks bounce. He then slid his fingers into her warm cunt, and immediately his cock followed, driving deep into her. He began to finger Josephine and fuck her at the same time, driving her to the edge of passion. He continued to shove his hard cock into her, as she manage to slip his cock out. Her pussy juice ran down his cock, Bringing down the walls of pleasure and shattering them right in front of Josephine.
• It hurts. Why does it hurt so badly? Josephine grasped the edge of the table in fear. She fathomed Maverick was intentionally shaming and humiliating her in that manner, plundering what was left of her dignity bit by bit.
• Josephine didn't know how long the agony lasted, only that it tortured her until she passed out.
• When she regained consciousness, she realized she was the only one left in the dining room, cold and alone.
• Enduring the pain, Josephine sat up and picked up her clothes from the floor to cover herself. Then, she returned to her room and entered the bathroom.
• Has my attempt to negotiate with him today ended just like this? Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she noticed the bruises on her body left by Maverick.
• Every part of her body hurt so much that even standing was causing her pain. She crouched under the showerhead, rinsing her body with hot water and scrubbing hard. Josephine wanted to wash off the marks and scent he left on her, leaving no trace.
• Everything Maverick inflicted upon her was suffering Josephine least wanted to face and might even be trauma that would haunt her for the rest of her life.
• “Flynn, what should I do? What should I do?” Tears streamed continuously down her cheeks.