I couldn't figure out why the young lady was riding in a car that belonged to Lady Archer. I am Lady Archer, not her. I didn't like her demeanor, so I decided to follow her. As a result, the door to the suite was left ajar, giving Kelly Martins the opportunity to have a peek inside at the two people who were there. She saw how Zion was passionately kissing the woman and showing her a video of her and his engagement. Kelly and her family never dreamed that the way they pleaded with the Archer family to allow their daughter to marry their son would be shown to the public. She was confused as to why Zion had to address the woman in front of him. How she begged Zion to love her back. The woman in the suite with Zion made her feel vulnerable, and she was unsure if she could face the fear of being exposed. Her confusion was compounded by the fact that he had to show her this video in the first place.

Could it be that the lady in that suite was his wife?


It was impossible for Kelly Martins to comprehend what was happening. Men would be begging her for her hand in marriage, but the successor to the Archer family would not be in the same position. The man rejected her from the word go. It was clear from the start that Zion did not care for her. She would often hear that the guy was seeing someone else, yet he would never give her a second glance while she was around.

Is there something seriously wrong with me? Kelly Martins wondered.

The sight of her fiance kissing another woman enraged her, and she burst into tears as she glanced through the open door. He was devoting everything he had to the lady he was with. All she ever wanted was for Zion to take a chance on her, but she thought that would be an impossible feat to accomplish. The fact that she is a woman will never be considered by Zion as such. He has never done so before and he has no intention of doing so now. She wanted to ruin their passionate session, so Kelly decided to go inside and pretend. The stress was too much for her to bear. She knocked at the door and worked in.


******

~Zion's POV~


When I heard my wife apologize for doubting me, I was taken aback because I had assumed she hadn't given the matter any thought and was simply waiting for me to explain what was happening. I swear to you that if we continue to operate in this manner with my wife, we will be able to agree on a great deal. This is exactly the kind of marriage I've envisioned for myself. And I thank God on a daily basis for allowing me to marry such a beautiful woman as Lady Archer. I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her with all my heart. It didn't take long before I heard someone knock on the door. When I went to answer the door, I left my wife standing in the middle of the room. The person on the opposite side of the door, on the other hand, pushed the door open and allowed themselves to pass through to the room.

'Oh my Good Lord, Archer, I knew you'd regret treating me the way you did for the previous two days." She then drew her gaze to the ground, where she noticed the 'I'm sorry" message written on the ground. She leaped on top of me and kissed me in front of my wife, which was a sign of joy on her part. 'Zion, I forgive you for everything you've done. I'm madly in love with you."

Now, how the fuck am I going to get out of this one? I thought to myself

How on earth did this woman get here? I shifted my gaze to meet my wife. To my astonishment, my wife was not upset that another lady had just kissed me in front of her; instead, she simply smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

How did a bastard like me get to be this lucky?

'I believe there is a misunderstanding here, Miss Kelly Martins," I say, after pushing her away from me.

'Why would I go through all of this trouble to express my apologies to you?" I wondered. I don't think I owe an apology to Kelly, do I? '

'Zion, then who did you prepare the flowers for then if not me?" Kelly inquired with puckered lips.

'Consider this: I never had a one-on-one conversation with you, nor did I ever demonstrate any interest in you. What I do with my wife is none of your business; you have no right to know what I do with my wife. Now, get out!′

She didn't say much but left. When I glanced at my wife, she simply came over and hugged me. I took a closer look at what she was wearing. Despite the fact that she was really attractive, God knows that I wished she had worn something that would allow me access to her boobs, her thighs, and her core. Damn it, I wanted to have access to anything and everything. I stared at her again and smirked as my nasty thoughts rushed from my head to the tip of my cock, and, of course, I was hard.

'Change to that." I pointed at the dress on top of the bed and some high heels. Even though she didn't say much, she promptly changed her clothes in front of me without reluctance. As she was taking off her jeans, I saw her red panties along with her red bra. She was so fuckably hot. But I wanted to access everything, right?

'Take off your bra and your panties."

She didn't push, she simply followed instructions, and there she was, dressed in a sleeveless dress with an extremely long slit. Lord have mercy. How did this woman get to be this sexy? Fuck! She is sexy in every way. Because of the way she speaks, the way she manages situations, and, most importantly, the way she handles a huge baby like me, I took her hand and guided her to the dinner table. I pulled out a seat for her, and she sat down. I then skidded a chair and sat across from her. I kissed her hand as I grabbed it in mine.

'Thank you so much for coming, darling, and thank you for taking the time to listen to my tale."

Monstrous orgasm

~Maya's POV~

I had no intention of allowing someone like Kelly Martins to rent space in my mind. I knew my husband was up to no good when he requested me to change into a dress. Having wed a naughty man, I had no problem with it. I put my faith in Zion with everything I have. I was well aware that this outfit was going to be my personal hell on earth. I removed my plaid shirt and vest. As I was pulling down my pants, I heard him remark, 'Take off your bra and panties." I didn't have anything to say. I was well aware that he was up to no good. He brought me to the table and pulled a chair out for me, after which he sat across from me on the other side.

After seeing my husband's smirk as he took his seat across from me, I was unable to concentrate.

'Oh, Lady Archer, you don't know how much of a temptation you are." At the same time, his leg extended towards my spread legs from beneath the table, like a watercraft swimming towards a jetty. His feet, like the rest of his physique, were large and proportionate. My legs spread out of nowhere. He sat back in the chair and carefully placed his foot on the edge of the seat between my thighs. He then attempted to gain access to me, but my sex betrayed me. Zion began making circular movements with his big toe against my folds.

'Oh, God," I muttered. He was preoccupied with placing food on a dish and placing it in front of me as if he were doing nothing at all. His big toe did not leave my entrance.

'Eat," he commanded.

Even though I started to eat, it was impossible for me to concentrate, since something was pressing against my pussy. When I stared at him, he smirked and drove his big toe into my sex, causing me to erupt like a volcano in his presence, and he smirked again.

'As you can see, Lady Archer, everything about you is a source of torment. You torture me without even trying." I was eventually able to gather my wits and tell him what was on my mind.

'I'll be going for an interview tomorrow." My attention was drawn to the way he was looking at me as if I had done something wrong.

'What for?" he finally asked.

'People go for interviews to get hired, Lord Archer."

'Do you think the company can hire you, Lady Archer?"

'Why not?"

'You can work if that corporation is willing to offer you $1 million dollars every month. Not even their CEO makes that much money after five years of saving. You are an Archer Maya. If you can find a company that will pay you that much, you will be able to get employment. But for the time being, wifey, you will remain at home and utilize your husband's money to start your own business, for which I will compensate you with $1 million dollars. In case you didn't know, Lady Archer, you are currently worth $800 billion dollars, according to Forbes magazine."

Suddenly, my pupils dilated. What exactly is he on about? I had $1000 in my possession at the time. How did 1000 dollars become billions? When it appeared to him that I was perplexed, he went on to say something like this: 'The black card you have in your possession, Lady Archer, represents the current balance of the account. As a result, my lady, not even the president can afford to compensate you." When it finally clicked, I thought he was joking. I was on the verge of choking on the wine I was sipping.

He stood up and knelt beside me, caressing my back and handing me a glass of cold water. 'Lady Archer, did you believe you were just like everyone else? You are the wife of the Archer Group's heir apparent. You should be worth more than that, in my opinion." I desperately wanted to scream, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. When I turned to look at my husband, all he did was smirk at me. His hands came close to my face, drawing me closer to him. They were so warm that it created a chain reaction I couldn't fight. My spine tingled as the chills ran up my spine. Heck! I felt a sensation of swelling between my legs. I tightened my grip on my legs even more. I concentrated intensely on holding back the river that had begun to rage around me.

'I know you, dripping wet Lady Archer. I own your body. My lady, I am more familiar with your body than you are. Just take a few deep breaths in and out." In the midst of his discomfort, Zion suddenly swerved the chair in his direction, yanked my legs up over his shoulder, and began cleaning my sex with his tongue.

Holy Shit!

This man is going to be the death of me. He then released my legs and pushed the c back to its original place. He rose to his feet.

'Eat"

How the fuck am I going to eat like this? I thought to myself.

He walked back to his chair and fixed his jacket as he sat down. 'Start your own business. You are not going to work for anyone. ' I ate my meal, but I was unable to concentrate. I was in a daze.

'Let's head to M-City, Babe."

'What's in M-City?"

'There is someone I would like for you to meet."

His hand reached for his phone, on which he dialed Lucas's number to request that someone bring the jet. His communication was followed by an announcement that the plane was ready for take-off. He took my hand in his, and I followed him without raising an eyebrow. We boarded the plane and began our journey to M-City.

Am I pregnant?

~Maya's POV~

I checked my watch and saw that it was almost 10 p.m. I am worn out. M-City is a new destination for me; I've never been there before. The city is known to be the City of Gold. A playground for the Archers. Being Lady Archer comes with a price. What on earth did Zion make me wear? The soles of my feet are aching, the backs of my heels are throbbing, and those goddamn stilettos are torturing me to death. I turned my head and glanced at my husband. He was dozing. While he was sleeping, he had such a serene appearance. I looked across to the opposite side of the airplane and saw Lucas there. I gave him the signal, and he came running over immediately.

'I need some proper clothes to wear, Lucas."

The man merely laughed at me and then informed me that he had brought what I had been wearing before. I walked into one of the rooms, and when I walked in, I noticed that my jeans and sneakers were sitting on a chair inside the room. But the bed was too inviting. I managed to get onto the bed, but before I could fall asleep, I had the nauseating sensation that I was about to throw up.

Holy shit!

Fortunately, I happened to spot a restroom and made my way in that direction. I proceeded to hurl all of the contents of my stomach onto the toilet. I was heaving and gagging all by myself as I attempted to soothe my uneasy stomach. After I had finished, I switched on the water in the sink's faucet, and I made an attempt to wash my face and mouth with it. I felt abruptly frail. The first thing I did was start splashing water all over my face. Observing my reflection in the mirror. My body sags with relief as I step out of the restroom, only to be surprised by Zion, who has been standing there the whole time. Hell, I must have looked like a zombie. I couldn't help but press my face against his, and the cretin was chuckling the whole time. He picked me up and planted kisses all over my body.

'Zion, stop."

'I should stop, Lady Archer. Do you realize that you have just brought the biggest smile to my face and made me the happiest man in the world?"

'What on earth are you talking about, Zion Archer?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he helped me lay down on the bed and warned me not to move about while I was there. He walked out and brought a bowl of soup with him when he returned.

'Zion, I can't eat this. I'm sorry, I just need to rest."

He didn't push. After dozing off for an hour, we eventually awoke. He heated up the soup, and he immediately began feeding me. Because I was sweating profusely, I decided to take a shower before getting dressed in my jeans and sneakers. I exited the room and decided to seat a little distance from Zion. Don't put the blame on me; my husband has an insatiable sexual appetite. Despite the fact that we were seated in different seats, Zion and I were facing each other the entire time. I regarded him as the jet soared over the sky.

The man was well aware of his own attractiveness, and he had no problem flaunting it. He was also aware that ladies salivated over him. But if there's one thing I've learned, it's that Zion Archer was only interested in one particular woman. I, his wife. I have noticed that my husband has an attitude that can be summed up as 'I'm sexy and I know it." And holy hell, he had some sexy genes. It appeared as though he was aware that I was gazing at him because he suddenly threw one of his long, muscular legs on top of the other, with his right ankle resting on his left knee. The pants that he was wearing, your Highness! Hugged his rippling thighs. This man was dressed in all black, including a black shirt and black slacks, and he appeared to be dangerously hot. His left hand dug into the pocket of his black pants. The sight of Zion gave me goosebumps. I am thinking of the things this man has done to me. My spine began to tingle, and very immediately after that, I felt my body temperature drop. He then removed the left hand from his pocket and brushed his hair back.

'Why did you choose a seat so far away from me?" He inquired while rubbing his forehead. How can I let him know that I'm purposefully spacing myself apart from him since I anticipate that his hand will want to start touching me soon? I am not in the mood for sex or physical contact right now. I did not respond but fell asleep instead.

My eyes are greeted by the bright, burnt orange sunlight that streams in through the window. I give each of my eyes a few brief blinks. My eyes were hurting quite badly. After giving them a good scrub and opening them, I rolled around on the bed looking for my husband, who wasn't in the bed with me. As I began to take in my surroundings, I noticed that the bed was monstrously large, much like the one in our house in J-city. I looked around and found a door that led to the restroom. I needed to purge my system. I couldn't help but wonder whether or not this is what people mean when they talk about having morning sickness.

Wait a minute. Am I pregnant?

The thought of me being pregnant made me sick to my stomach. After taking a shower, I entered the walk-in closet. I saw a lot of clothes in my size. Without even having to ask, I immediately realized that those clothes belonged to me. I stepped outside the room and I was greeted by the workers.

'Good afternoon, Lady Archer." Everyone that came over to welcome me did so with a smile on their face. The mansion was enormous, and there were a large number of people working therein.

'There you are. You look better today." says an old man, more like the older version of my husband. He approached me, wrapped his arms around me, and said, 'Oh my God, you look so much like her, princess." Everyone is thrilled to see me, but there is one issue. I don't know any of these people.

Just where the fuck is my husband? I yelled at the back of my head.

'Father, look at her; doesn't she like your beautiful Chloe?" The man yelled while conversing with an elderly man who was reading a newspaper on the terrace.

'Oh my God, you must be Maya. I thought Zion would never find you. Look at you. You look just like Chloe. Elizabeth could have loved you."

My God, I feel like screaming. Chloe, Elizabeth, and these two men have so much energy and I'm so frail. I feel like I'm about to pass out right now.

'Oh my, I thought this was a joke. She resembles Chloe a great deal, as Zee predicted." The old woman immediately began sobbing. This is simply beyond my capabilities at this point. 'Come here, let Grandma have a look at you," she said. they have so much energy, and I am so frail.

I took a single step forward and the entire world went black. The last thing I heard was a woman yelling,

'Call the family doctor, little Lady Archer fainted!" that was the last voice I heard.