Chapter 8: Public Opinion

Audrey's POV

His name was Thomas Taylor. LA was one of his properties—not the most profitable, but it connected him with the wives and gentlemen of high society's political circles.

"This is Miss Anderson? I didn't expect you'd grace us with your presence."

Thomas spoke with his characteristic cheekiness.

I didn't respond. I knew he was standing up for Milos—after all, last time I'd cost him dearly, and he'd been too considerate of Milos to punish me for it.

But Milos frowned. "Thomas, she's my wife. You should respect her."

"What?!" Thomas was clearly shocked. He stepped back twice, his gaze bouncing between Milos and me before he finally managed, "That's impossible!"

I shook my head at this unpredictable man and waved Henry closer. "This is the pair of rings I designed—mine and Milos's wedding rings. They use sapphire as the primary material with platinum bands, and there's a little Möbius strip design element incorporated."

I explained the ring design in detail while Thomas leaned in curiously.

When I finished, Henry was already addressing me as "Miss Audrey, you have such a gift for design. I guarantee that if any ladies see these rings, they'll want matching pairs."

I smiled. "Then please keep it confidential, Henry. I designed this especially for Milos—it's our wedding gift."

"Of course, I won't leak it." Henry promised solemnly.

Thomas clapped Milos on the shoulder. "Hey, brother, you actually won Audrey over?"

Milos's mouth curved upward. "We're truly in love."

"Come on, friend. Last month Audrey's fiancé was still Daniel, and this month she's in love with you?"

Milos shot Thomas a cold glare, and he covered his mouth, blinking innocently.

I saw all of this. Using my spoon, I scooped up a small piece of tiramisu and brought it to Milos's lips.

"Darling, try this flavor. I think you'll like it."

"Hey! Audrey! Milos doesn't like sweets—"

Thomas's motion to stop me froze because his good brother Milos had already obediently eaten it.

"What's wrong, Thomas?" I looked at him innocently, not missing his shocked and suspicious expression.

He looked left and right, then covered his forehead with a groan.

"My God, are you showing off your relationship in front of me? I'm not some dog that needs to eat dog food!"

"Hey, Thomas, if you were a dog, I think you'd be a German Shepherd."

My earnest expression piqued Thomas's curiosity. "Why would you think I'm a German Shepherd?"

"Because you have a magnificent exterior but a gentle, brave heart, sir."

Thomas's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, Audrey, I thought you were going to use that line to mock me, but instead... Milos, I must admit your wife has changed."

Milos wore a proud smile. "Of course she has."

We chatted briefly in the lounge before Thomas invited Milos and me to dinner, but Milos declined.

"Not tonight, Thomas. I have other arrangements."

And so Milos and I left with the wedding gift he'd insisted on giving me—a set of emerald jewelry worth sixty million dollars—and returned to our estate.

As the supercar pulled into the garage, Milos swung himself over in one fluid motion, trapping me against the passenger seat. His breathing was heavy, the veins on his forearm prominent as he lifted my chin—God, he was so masculine it made my heart race.

"Baby, I want you," Milos's magnetic voice murmured in my ear as his hand began traveling up my leg from my calf. I couldn't help but press my thighs together.

I heard myself say, "Then take me, Hubby. You owe me a wedding night."

That sentence was like a match to a fuse. Desire ignited in Milos's eyes.

He parted my legs, his large hand sliding up under my skirt, pushing aside my panties to find my clit, manipulating it with practiced skill.

Instinctively I arched my hips, actively kissing Milos's sensual lips while guiding his other hand to my neglected breast.

"Come on, baby!"

My breathing quickened. I didn't care if the seat would be soaked with my wetness—I just wanted Milos to thrust hard into my body, wanted my pussy to be shaped entirely by his cock.

Milos's cock was thick, with a slight upward curve. I watched as he spread the fluid flowing from my pussy over his shaft.

Under my nervous, excited gaze, Milos aligned himself with my opening and drove in with one powerful thrust.

I threw my head back with a moan—I was so full!

At first Milos was considerate of my state, fucking me slowly.

But once my body adapted, I began to provoke him. "Darling, faster, go faster! I want you to cum inside me!"

Milos rose to my challenge, and in the confined space of the supercar, he brought me to climax three times.

Afterward we continued in the garage, then the master bedroom for several more rounds. Eventually I was so exhausted I fell asleep while he was still buried inside me.

My God, having a husband with such stamina was both a sweet blessing and a problem.

The next day, before I even opened my eyes, I first smelled Milos's masculine scent, then discovered his cock was still nestled between my thighs. When I shifted, that shaft awakened.

"Aud, I don't think you can take another round down there."

Milos opened his eyes and pulled me into his embrace, beginning to kiss my face, trailing down to my breasts.

My nipples had swollen from all his sucking, yet he seemed addicted, continuously playing with them with his tongue.

"Milos, I should be the one saying that. Baby, I need rest."

"Is that so? But your body is being very honest."

He kneaded my ass and breasts forcefully, pinching and pulling at my nipples.

My fingers tangled in his hair as I closed my eyes, enjoying the hormones he was stirring up inside me, pressing my thighs together, creating friction.

But we'd fucked too long last night—my pussy was swollen and sore.

We were interrupted by a phone ringing. It was William calling, his words rapid-fire, clearly agitated.

"Boss, the Los Angeles Daily and BBC Radio accused our hospital group this morning at seven of abusing authority and harming innocent ordinary people."

"They even brought in many patients who'd received treatment at the hospital to testify. They're committing perjury!"

Milos's expression turned serious. "This isn't something we can discuss over the phone. William, come to the estate directly."

He hung up and looked at me apologetically.

"Hubby, I want to face this with you." I kissed his cheek, my gaze determined.

When Milos and I entered the study together, William's face registered obvious shock.

"Boss. Ma'am."

I nodded and sat beside Milos. William hesitated for a few seconds before handing over the documents they'd hastily compiled about the incident.

I leaned over to look. Sure enough, Frank and the Bush family were making their move.

But when would they come after me?

The next second, William's phone vibrated. He pulled it out, and his pupils contracted sharply.

"My God..."

"What happened?" Milos frowned.

William looked up at me. "It's the ma'am. Your family is accusing you on social media of..."

He couldn't continue, simply handing over his phone.

I took it and saw the familiar Facebook user: Lyanna Wood.

She'd posted a public text-and-image entry.