His Lethal Love

Scott POV.

I walked out of my office. My employees greeted me with warm smiles as I walked down the hallway and headed toward the conference hall. I had my international studio where I spent most of my time. As soon as I entered the conference hall my team stood up in respect.

"Good morning, sir," the manager said with a polite smile.

"Please be seated all of you." I nodded and took my seat.

"So let's get started." Mr. Arthur said who was my most trustable partner so far. "I have an offer for you, Mr. Martinez. A film-producing company from the UK wants to work with us. What thrilled me was that this company is part of the Arthur group, and they are offering you the role of their male lead in their next movie. Would you like to work with them?"

"Do they know how much I charge for a movie?" I asked while leaning against the chair and looking into his eyes.

"They do, I guess." Arthur hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I think we should not let this opportunity pass, sir. I have their script. I suggest you read it before you make your decision. I even investigated the entire company. It is one of the most popular film-producing companies throughout Europe. The Arthur group has produced 114 movies during its twenty years of existence. These include numerous box office hits and culturally recognized classics across nearly all genres, including films such as Jaws, Psycho, Halloween, and Back to the Future.

"Okay, enough. I will give it a try." I cut him off and glanced through the file. "Send their script to my office. I'll take a look at it."

"Sure, sir." He smiled proudly and sat down.

I sighed and looked at our brand-new magazine that had been launched two days ago. Its cover had Maura Garcia, my fake wife. Supermodel, beautiful and elegant. I had asked my team to take her interview and she told her life story in which she called me her savior and superhero.

"Cara Davidson..." I shot my eyes at the person who called that name.

"Who is Cara Davidson?" I asked Xavier who was the head of the HR department. He was reviewing some sort of magazine.

"Cara Davidson is an English actor, model, and producer. And she's one of the shareholders in the Arthur group." He slid a vogue magazine toward me but I refused to see the picture.

Who cares who she was? I was just overwhelmed by her surname Davidson. I was no longer interested in any of the models and actresses. Her surname was also Davidson. I knew she was dead and she would never get back but still, my instinct told me it was not true. Maybe because I loved her unconditionally and would always love her. No woman could replace her and I did not intend to give her place to anyone. She loved me but I never accepted her. I deserved the severe punishment that God was already giving me.

"Mr. Martinez, your wife is here." My secretary informed me while nodding to the door.

"Take her to my office. I'll be right there in a few minutes," I told him and looked at my team. "Thanks, everyone, for a productive meeting! If no one has anything else to discuss, see you all at next week's meeting." Glancing around the conference hall I stood up and walked off.

When I was heading to my office, my secretary quickly approached me. "You have a meeting with Mr. Arcade at noon, sir." He huffed while trying to keep up with my pace as I walked down the hallway. "At 2 you need to attend Mrs. Hardin's funeral. Neilson University invited you as a chief member. I was agitated as he babbled about my entire day's schedule. When I opened the door. "And lastly, you have a shooting at midnight."

"Noted, now you may leave, David," I said coldly and dashed into my office.

I let out a sigh of annoyance when I saw Maura sitting on my table with her legs wide apart. She was not wearing underwear. Her tits were hanging out of her tight pink dress as she was sucking her thumb seductively and staring at me. "Your fake wife is here, Scott," she laughed bitterly. She hated me for not marrying her.

I sighed and looked away from her. "What are you doing here, Maura?" I walked up to my chair and sat down.

"I was missing you. You haven't spoken to me in a week. I am sorry for my misbehavior that day," she pouted with puppy eyes as if those tricks of hers would ever work on me.

I broke our engagement four years ago but she put a condition between us. She wanted my name in front of the entire world. We just faked our wedding to show that Maura was my wife but in reality, I had no relationship with her. I had done all these things because I made a promise to my father that I would take care of Maura Garcia. She had my name, fame, and money. I fulfilled all her wishes without a second thought even if I had to bear huge losses.

"Don't say sorry, Maura. It was not your fault, anyway," I said while turning to my laptop. "You may leave now."

"I want you to fuck me, Scott," she whispered and took her dress off, leaving herself naked. Unfortunately, it didn't turn me on.

"You know I can't." I said without looking at her. My eyes were fixed on the laptop screen as I searched for some information about Arthur Groups.

"Scott, please," she begged and got off the table and sat on my lap. Her tits brushed against my suit jacket while her buttock settled on my crotch. "I want sex, Scott. I want nothing but you, baby. Fuck me, please fuck me." "Stop it, Maura," I warned her with my death stare. "Get off me."

"I won't.." she rasped and unbuckled my belt before sliding her hand into my pants, and grabbing me. "Mmm..you're so warm.."

I cringed at her act. She rubbed me harder, making me squeeze my eyes and breath sharply. My jaw clenched when she tightened her grip around the shaft of my cock.

"Fuck, Maura!" I snarled before bending her body on the table. She laughed and raised her butts in the air. I pulled out my cock from my pants and plunged into her, making her cry in pain and pleasure. The table moved forward when I pounded her harder and faster. My eyes closed and my fingers dug into her soft flesh. She grabbed my hand and dragged it to her breast, making me squeeze it.

"Ahh.., my gosh!" She breathed hard. "You are so gorgeous, Scott. No man can turn me the way you do to me. Ahh.."

She got a warning slap on the tits. "Shut up!" I gritted my teeth out while fucking my fake wife.

"Mmm." She sucked my thumb while rubbing her pussy. "Faster.."

The muscles of my butt and pelvis tightened as I moved in and out of her faster and a moment later she screamed when she reached her orgasm. I pulled myself out and slipped into my bathroom before shutting the door harder.

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I returned at 4 in the morning after shooting and threw myself on the bed. My head was throbbing with acute pain.

"Amos..!" I called him but he didn't come. I got up and put my hand in a drawer for medicine. "Fuck!" I hissed when it was not there. I moved to another one and checked there but it was not there either. "Amos!!" I screamed out his name and he appeared in my doorway.

"Yes, sir!" he huffed.

"Where the fuck are my medicines?" I growled at him, clutching my head.

"Here.." he extended his hand with a brown packet. "I drove to the hospital to get your medicines."

"Thanks fuck," I snatched it from his hand and retrieved the medicines before swallowing them without water.

"You should not work 20 hours in a day, sir," Amos said calmly, watching me. "The doctor instructed you to take more rest."

"Thank you for reminding me, Amos. Now leave. Let me catch some sleep." I gave him a tight smile and climbed into bed. "Good night." I turned off, ignoring his presence in the room.

"Torturing yourself will not bring her life back, sir." My jaw clenched when he said that.

"Don't you dare bring her back? I don't fucking want to talk about it again, Amos. You better close this subject right here if you don't lose your fucking job. And if you're worried about me, let me tell you one thing, it's just a waste because it won't make things better," I said and closed my eyes, waiting for him to leave my room. That old man didn't deserve my harsh words but his overprotecting nature was grating my nerves. I didn't want anyone's damn attention and sympathy.