The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth - Sex Stories

The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth

... mother's loud sobs, she said, "I'll be home as quick as I can, Mum. Peter can explain better than I can."

The ensuing ten seconds of silence seemed like an eternity for Jane.

Finally. "Jane, there's a name for people that sell their bodies and souls for material gain. It's called prostitute. And if I want to hear from an arsehole, I'll... I'll fart."

The silence once again told Jane that her mother had hung up on her. She put the phone down before burying her head in the pillows of the spare bed.

From the doorway, Peter looked on with a combination of anger and concern. He'd buried the fundamental trust problem he had with this woman, she was a cheater after all, when he fell in love with her. And love her he did. Almost as much as he had his late wife. The knowledge that she'd been in contact with her husband and not said anything to him came as a shock. He'd seen her reaction to her mother's words and had an inkling of the torment and turmoil going through her mind. He knew she must be having second thoughts about her chosen course and that terrified him. He'd lost his love once before; he didn't want to have to go through that again. Burying his anger, he determined to show her only love and forgiveness while at the same time vowing to be more vigilant in the future.

Parts of the conversation he'd eavesdropped on had gotten through to his conscience as well. The fact that he would probably never get on with his new in-laws would be uncomfortable for him ...

... and Jane but not a showstopper. No, the bit that hit home was what his determination to win this sweet woman's heart had cost another human being. Like most people, Peter considered himself a decent person. The sudden image that he was someone who could cause a man to reject everything and live on the streets troubled even his underdeveloped conscience. His earlier reflex of triumph now seemed sordid.

He shied away from the unfamiliar pain and toward what he did best - planning. Planning to come out ahead. Silently retreating from the doorway, he messaged his PA to organise a Lear jet ASAP.

Peter looked down at the screen of his phone, at Jane's smiling face. He stared until the screen went black, contemplating whether to contact the PI firm his company used with info on Jane, so they could keep tabs on her when they returned home. He fired up his phone, once again studying Jane's face, and decided against it. He then returned to the spare room and cuddled a broken Jane.

His scolding of her for withholding information was quite gentle, and, over the five hours until they had to pack for the trip home, Peter thought he'd convinced Jane that she'd gone past the point of no return in her relationship with Dave and the only future rested with him. All the way home, he talked of what he could give her, continuing the seduction he'd begun many months before. The niggling doubt of mistrust of her remained, though.

CHAPTER 4

Dreams of a luxurious future helped Jane bury ...