Chapter 211

Alyson had been married to Cyrus for almost ten years and was bored with him before their honeymoon was over. Sure, the money had been nice, but let’s face it, the man could barely keep a goldfish alive, let alone satisfy a woman with a healthy appetite for, well, everything. His idea of foreplay was dimming the lights and maybe, on a good day, throwing in a stale compliment about her dress. Andre, on the other hand, was a walking instruction manual on how to please a woman. But then, Alyson hadn’t married Cyrus for his prowess in the bedroom (or lack thereof). No, she’d been drawn to his quiet, unassuming nature. Cyrus, bless his oblivious heart, had been the perfect lapdog. His brother Sebastian had held the reins, leaving Cyrus a comfortable life of following orders. A life Alyson could easily manipulate. And manipulate she did. For years, Andre had been her secret indulgence, a fiery escape from the beige existence Cyrus offered. Now, with Cyrus conveniently out of the picture, Aly