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His Wife, My Child- an erotic short story by Danity O’Shae



Copyright © 2012 Danity O’Shae

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His Wife, My Child

Cory watched from the balcony, overlooking the foyer, as Amanda came through the front door of the house and removed her coat. One of the maids immediately appeared to take the heavy mink garment from her, assisting in removing the two inch heels she wore before laying a pair of slippers in front of her boss on the marble floor. Cory smiled to himself as Amanda’s left hand cupped her lower back, her swollen belly just a little bigger than the last time he’d seen her.

Amanda Greenberg was just as snooty as she appeared to be, her hand dismissing the maid in a wave without so much as a thank you. Cory knew that she only acted that way because of the appearances she was expected to keep up at all times, her husband, a tyrant when it came to running his household. Being one of the richest families in America certainly had its perks, the mansion that they were in now, attested to that fact. Cory was just lucky enough to be on the construction crew that had landed the year long renovation of the mansion’s west wing almost eleven months ago.

From the moment he’d laid eyes on Amanda Greenberg, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. For weeks he’d stayed late, doing unnecessary clean up, in hopes of getting a glimpse of her passing through the house. She didn’t speak to the workers, and they were forbidden to speak to her, but a month into the project, Cory had gotten his chance to meet the heiress face to face.

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