Chapter 4: Traitor

On the last floor of Penafort corporation, in a dimly lit office that belongs to the CEO, laughter and giggles echoed out, the air in the room was filled with the exchange of passionate love that burns between two lovers.

The half-naked, handsome CEO lies on the office brown sofa, his chest exposed, with his face beaming at the blonde lady who sits on him. Her skirt was bunched around her thighs, hair falling over her red bra, her blue eyes sparkling with intense affection for Mason. She giggled at whatever it was he said and hit his chest playfully.

Mason stared affectionately into her eyes and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, warming her heart with his sweetness.

“ You're so beautiful,” he couldn't refrain from complimenting.

Tamara blushed, “Really?” she asked, “ more than your wife?”

“ Oh, please!”

Tamara burst into laughter, “What? What is please? Isn't she beautiful?”

“ Who is beautiful? Have you seen her recently? There's nothing attractive about her, she never takes care of herself, always messy, doesn't dress well, and did I tell you she's dirty?”

“ She's dirty too? Seriously?” she cracked,

“ Yes, and anytime I tried to caution her, before I said anything, she has run off saying ‘ ohh, Alisha is crying, oh my baby,” he mimicked her tiny voice and chuckled loudly along with Tamara, who couldn't stop her laughter.

“ I've gotten the divorce papers ready. Honestly, she's not the kind of woman I'd want to show off and say, ‘That’s my wife.

Tamara grinned, loving every bit of what she was hearing, “But Mason, can you wait a little bit longer?” she pouted,

“ A little bit longer for what?”

“ Before divorcing her,”

“ Why? We have everything we want now, why delay it, and more,” he took some strands of her hair, kissed and sniffed it in, “ I can't wait to have you as my wife and brag such beauty to the world.”

Tamara rolled her eyes, blushing, her heart beat so fast that she almost forgot what she had to say. She cleared her throat and pouted, one that looked so adorable to Mason, “It's not that I don't want that, but you know I still want to maintain my beauty, and I don't like stress.”

“ But I'm not going to stress you, and who said I won't take good care of you, you have nothing to worry about,” Mason assured,

“ I know… but Alisha is still a baby, and babies can be so stressful……” she dragged, “ let Eloise keep taking care of her, I'm not ready for sleepless nights,” she feigned a sad expression that melted Mason's heart.

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On the last floor of the company, the security guard could see a familiar figure alighting from the taxi and walking into the building. He was shocked as the lady came closer — he recognized her instantly.

He was too shocked to respond when she greeted him.

“ Is that–Is that Miss Eloise?” his eyes bulged out of the socket. She looked like a woman hit by every world's hardship; her hair was messy, her eyes were red and puffy, her face was swollen like she spent her days crying, and her dress was bigger than her figure. He'd never imagined her dress like that, in a baggy gown, it was so unlike the fierce, hot, and gorgeous lady he knew.

Eloise took the elevator, after multiple calls to reach Mason, which were to no avail, she called his secretary, whom she was familiar with, and who told her she left him in the office. Eloise swallowed, her red eyes had tears brimming, her body felt cold, demanding his warmth, her heart ached, desperately wanting to see him, to seek answers, ones she wanted to hear.

The elevator dinged and opened, she stepped out, and her steps hastened towards the office door, not wanting a second to pass again without seeing him. In haste, she twisted the knob and pushed the door open. The moment she stepped inside, her eyes fell on them, first on her best friend in a bra and skirt, sitting and holding hands with her. Her husband.

“ Mason? Tamara?,” shocked beyond words, her mind went blank. Her bag slipped from her hand to the floor. Blood drained from her face, and her legs remained glued to the ground.

Her lips parted, her widened eyes moved from Tamara to Mason, then to Tamara again.

This was her best friend, the one she tells everything and anything, the one she lets into her life without a second thought. They laughed together, danced together, ate together, and slept together. A friend like a sister she never had, hurt her, and see Eloise's red blazing eyes and clawed fingers. But yet, here she was, that best friend she loves like no other, sitting naked on top of her husband.