Chapter 32: Passionate Love

Chapter 32: Passionate Love
Renee’s POV

The moment I said that his face swiped left, for a second, he held his breath. Then he burst into a fleet of bitter laughter. “How could you possibly help me? Do you own a Hockey team or you know anyone on the Board?”

“You’d be surprised,” I said softly with a smile

He shook his head. “Come on… Even my wife couldn’t help me keep my CrownLakers endorsement. She was the one who got it for me in the first place.”

“Ohhh, I see, he thinks Sarah did that.” I thought to myself

Interesting.

I swallowed my smile and leaned closer, placing my palm against his cheek. “In three days, your scandal will be old news. And as for CrownLakers you’d get a call back soon. Trust me.”

He stared at me, breath shallow.

“You joke too much!” He said gulping down his last glass.

“You could choose not to believe me, all I need you to do,” I continued, “is go home, get some rest, and prepare. You have a season to play in three months.”

I reached into my bag and pulled out a black card, handing it to the waiter. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Clark watching… curious, awed.

“Please, Make sure he gets home safely,” I told the waiter. “He can’t drive in this state.”

The waiter nodded, swiping the card and returning it with a respectful smile.

I stood.

Clark looked up at me, still processing everything. “Wait…”

“Three days,” I said gently. “I’ll see you then.”

I leaned in and left a kiss on his cheek, making sure my lip stain is imprinted on his cheek and collar before walking away, stopping briefly at the door, I turned.

He was still staring at his glass, lost.

I mouthed the words inaudibly.

“This is it, Clark.

Time to bury you for good.”

And then I stepped into the night.

I slid into the back seat and shut the door softly, the city lights streaking past the tinted windows like blurred stars.

“Take me to the nearest Tiffany store on our route,” I told the driver.

He nodded and pulled into traffic.

I leaned my head back, closing my eyes. Andy had stood by me without asking for explanations, without demanding timelines or guarantees. He loved me quietly, fiercely… enough to bend without breaking. I knew that. And tonight, I wanted him to feel it too.

Thirty minutes later, the car rolled to a smooth stop.

Tiffany & Co.

The iconic blue glowed under the lights, elegant and unmissable. I stepped out, adjusted my coat, and walked in.

A smiling saleswoman approached immediately. “Good evening, ma’am. How may I help you?”

“I’m looking for something special,” I said. “Red. Lingerie.”

Her brows lifted slightly, impressed rather than surprised. “You’re in luck. We just received a limited-edition piece. Only one left.”

She disappeared briefly and returned with a box, opening it carefully.

It was exquisite, bold, confident and unapologetically sexy.

“And it’s your size,” she added, almost conspiratorial.

I smiled. “Perfect.”

Payment was swift. The box felt warm in my hands as I left, like a promise.

Back in the car, I stared at my reflection in the darkened glass. Andy was holding on because he loved me. Tonight, I would remind him that I loved him just as deeply.

When we arrived home, I dismissed the driver and went straight to my personal room.

The house was quiet. Peaceful.

I showered, letting the warm water rinse away the noise of the day, then dressed slowly. Carefully. When I slipped into the red lingerie, my breath caught… not from vanity, but from intention. I wrapped a coat around myself and headed down the hall.

Our bedroom door was slightly ajar.

He looked up when I entered, surprise flashing across his face. “When did you get back?”

“Just a few minutes ago,” I said softly.

Before he could say more, I untied the coat and let it slide from my shoulders.

The room stilled.

His eyes darkened, heat blooming there so openly it made my pulse jump. I couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped me. “Do you like what you see?”

He stood, closing the distance between us in two strides, hands settling at my waist, pulling me flush against him. His voice dropped to a whisper near my ear. “I want to devour what I’m seeing.”

The way he said it… reverent, hungry… made my knees weak.

He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed as though I weighed nothing at all. I laughed softly, wrapping my arms around his neck, trusting him completely.

He brushed my hair back, his gaze tracing my face like he was memorizing it. “Do you know how much I love you?” he murmured.

His touch was unhurried, deliberate. Every movement spoke of devotion rather than urgency, of want rather than need. My breath caught again and again beneath his hands, my body responding instinctively to the way he knew me… inside and out.

“What do you want?” he asked, his forehead resting against mine.

“You,” I whispered. “All of you… inside me”

The rest unfolded in sensations rather than moments… warmth, closeness, the quiet language of bodies that knew each other well. He loved me the way he always did: like I was something precious, something worth savoring.

He planted kisses from my legs up to my laps and when he got to my core, his wet tongue grazed my fold and pleasure exploaded

"Fuckk!" I moaned

his tongue dug deeper into my pussy and I poured into his mouth like a fountain that just opened.

i arched my back and tried to close my legs but he separated them with his eyes devouring my pussy like it was a honey pot he was getting addicted to.

"Oh, Fuck.. Andy.." I moaned louder

He finally left my pussy and positioned his cock between my legs that the tip grazed my entrance and I moaned.

without warning he slid into my pussy effortlessly causing a moan to escape from me, he didn't give me enough time to recover from the feeling, he began thrusting immediately,

"ahh, faster baby.. faster.." I moaned my nails clawing into his bare back and he obeyed because he moved faster than ever. Thrusting deeped that pleasure and estacy filled my entire body.

He kept going until minutes later he Poured into me, then my world slowed and our breaths evened out, he collapsed beside me, pulling me close.

I turned onto my side, resting my head against his chest, listening to his heart beat fast and strong beneath my ear. His arm curved around me instinctively, protective, familiar.

In that moment, nothing else mattered.

Not plans. Not revenge. Not tomorrow.

Just this.

Safe in his arms, I let my eyes drift shut, knowing that whatever battles waited for me outside this room could come later.

For now, I was exactly where I wanted to be.