Chapter Two

Jenny stepped off the plane and into the cool Manhattan air, revelling at the beautiful sight of the city lights. It had been almost six months since she had been home; after all, being the wife of one of Manhattan's wealthiest was as much of a job as any. Sighing she clutched her phone in her hand as she pulled the un-necessary shades from her eyes, placing them on her head as her heart skipped a beat at the hopes of seeing her family again.

"Ready baby?" Her husband, Rhys Wilson asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, planting a soft kiss on her neck as she smiled in delight. It had been a while since shad been in Manhattan, instead spending a month on a honeymoon with Rhys before travelling around the world in his yacht. Jenny Humphrey had certainly travelled up the social ladder.

"As always." She said, climbing down the steps with a smile plastered on her face. Here it was only 10.30pm, and she knew everyone of her friends would still be up attending elaborate parties or committing some form of scandal. As she set foot on Manhattan ground she sighed, the smile dropping from her face as she realised that she may not have escaped her past after all.

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She woke up the next morning after recovering from jetlag, her naked legs entwined with her husband's. Smiling to herself she rolled over to face him, attempting to wake him with a soft kiss.

"Morning sweetie." She mumbled, kissing his ear as her hands roamed down his body. Lifting her head back she watched his face as her hand travelled between his legs, and seconds later a small smirk crept across his features as she continued her ministrations. "I always knew how to wake you up." She mumbled, pressing her naked body against his as her hand continued to stroke his manhood. He groaned in delight as she picked up the pace, kissing the spot between his neck and shoulder as his hand roamed to her own body parts. "Oooh, Rhys." She moaned, speeding up as he quickened his fingers inside of her.

"Baby, stop." He whispered, practically out of breath. With a groan she stopped teasing his manhood and pulled herself atop him, kissing down his chest as her blonde hair splayed across his chest. "Jenny, honey." He mumbled, rolling them over so he was on top. She rolled her eyes as he played with her breasts, toying her before he entered her slowly. He lowered his head to hers as he continued to thrust in and out of her, softly kissing her lips before placing his head in the crook of her neck. Jenny resisted the urge to sigh in boredom as he pumped in and out of her; every time they made love it was the same, with Rhys always wanting to be in control and trying to subdue her.

They had been married for six months, and Jenny hated to admit that she was getting bored of their sex life; it was always the same, and they never bothered to try anything different. Before they had been married they had been a couple for six months, ever since Jenny had been 22; even then their sex life had seemed pretty bland, but she had convinced herself that she was in love with him. Now her 23rd birthday party was around the corner, and her body ached for some spice in her life.

"Jenny, you're amazing." Rhys exclaimed as he filled her, and she rolled her eyes as she continued to stare at the ceiling. She barely even had the time to fake an orgasm now, and as he moved from above her she swung her legs off the bed, pulling her yellow silk gown on before heading into the bathroom.

Rhys watched his wife head into the en-suite and smiled before pulling himself off the bed and yanking on a pair of boxers before heading out of their bedroom. Rhys belonged to one of the wealthiest families in New York, and the flat he and Jenny lived in was one of many around the world.

"Carla?" He said, scouting the living room for their live-in maid. She was younger than he thought when he employed her, only being three years older than Jenny and two years younger than himself. He hated to admit that she was pretty; yet her long black hair and dark brown eyes were nothing compared to the beauty Jenny was blessed with.

"Yes, Mr Wilson?" She asked, coming in from the kitchen and fiddling with her fingers in nervousness. All of the other workers knew that she was fond of Mr Wilson, and it seemed that he was the only one who was oblivious. She never gave a second thought to Jenny; to her it seemed that if Rhys was willing to marry a small-time girl from Brooklyn, then she would have no problem seducing him.

"Have you prepared the guest list for my wife's surprise birthday party?" He asked, stepping close as if there may have been a chance that Jenny would overhear from the bathroom.

"Yes sir, and I have sent the invites out whilst you were away. The guests should be here at about 7pm tomorrow." Rhys smiled at Carla's apparent dedication to her job and thanked her before heading back into the bedroom to get a shower and head out for work.

"Jenny, baby?" He whispered, stepping into the bathroom as he searched for his wife. Finally realising she was in the shower he shed his boxers and opened the glass door, laughing softly as Jenny shuddered at the sudden breeze. "Hello again." He whispered against her neck, pressing soft kisses against her delicate skin. His desperation to have a son to take over his business was deadly apparent to Jenny, and she groaned inwardly at the idea of her giving Rhys a son.

"Hey." She mumbled, leaning back into his embrace as his hand came up to cup her breasts softly. His actions earned a moan in response, spurning him on as his left hand moved lower, stroking her warmth teasingly as she shuddered against him. "Again, really?" She questioned, turning her head slightly to catch his lips. He smiled against her mouth before dipping his finger inside of her to test the waters, smirking as she moaned against his lips.

"You don't mind, do you?" He smirked against her lips, picking up the pace with his finger as he pushed it deeper inside of her, granting a loud moan which escaped her mouth. "You like that baby?" He said, pushing another finger inside of her wet folds as she moaned in delight. The way he dominated her annoyed her to no end, but he certainly knew how to please a woman.

"Ooh Rhys." She moaned, arching back against him as he pleased her. As her body shuddered with the explosion her eyes flickered open, and for a second she thought she saw Nathaniel Archibald.