Chapter 4: A recap for her husband

I had served the muffins, and settled next to Adam, interlocking my finger with his. I notice that they're sweaty, and he's jittery. His attention is on his phone, and he appears withdrawn and uninterested in whatever we had to say.

Figh off the urge to probe, I turn my attention on our guest. I'm already regretting the proposal I made to his father. I struck my own heels and caged myself in this dilemma the moment I proposed the marriage. How could I tell he would take it?

“ You have a beautiful home,” Luthor spoke softly to Adam moments after we settled down.

Adam returned his compliment with a smile, looking around as if he hasn't been in this house for the past three years of our marriage.

Curiosity tossed a coin, and I chose the face of the coin marked as probe.

“ How did you two meet?” I asked my Adam, avoiding Luthor’s gaze. It randomly sweeps over me, tearing my attention away from the moment to settle on that night.

I haven't forgotten that night. I wish I have, but if feels ingrained within me in such a way that his mere presence has driven intense heat between my legs. My knees knock. My heartbeat paces every second our eyes meet. Anything that can take him off my mind for a moment is greatly accepted. I can't help it much longer.

“ Well, we met in Vegas, on a holiday trip,” he takes over the question before Adam even started, but for some reason, it seems he's recapping the event of our meeting.

“ Son of a b*tch!” I thought, balling my fist.

“ It was clearly his first time,” he said with a thin smile, and reverted his gaze to me. “ Everything was new to him. You know how the company forces people to go on paid vacation? Well, that's it. We wound up on an island and partied until dawn.”

Ahem!

I coughed, beating my chest to dislodge something nonexistent.

But it wasn't just me.

Adam did as well.

He gets up to take a phone call, excusing himself with a brisk wave.

I grabbed the chance, and met Luthor’s gaze, cold and unyielding. “ Why are you doing this?”

He let out a humourless smirk

“ You!” He mouthed, and took a long sip of his wine, eyes nestled on me. The wine feels like a metaphor of myself. Consumed by him, down to the dregs.

“ Whatever you are thinking, you have to stop it. Don't ever come back to my home.”

“ Why?” He queried, detached and aloof, almost like my words mean nothing to him.

“ I am married and whatever happened that night was a mistake.”

“ Was it?” He asked, dropping the glass with a notable gentleness that flared my nerves even more.

This is not the young man I slept with that night. Something about him has changed completely. His shoulders are more defined, and his eyes carries a cold calculating ray that commands immediate attention. And his haircut leaves the sides of his hair lowered just like in the army. Everything about him exudes a captivating aura that spirals my hormones back into heat.

Adam is taking longer than expected, and I'm stuck with my former colleague , who's seating here like he owns the whole place, including me. 

He gets up and loped to my side. I scoot away from him on the sofa, heartbeat striking over the roof of my head.

What if Adam walks in on us? What am I gonna say to him about this?

I get up, but he grabs my wrist. “ You were my first, Moraine. My very first woman. Surely, you don't think it was a mistake to me.”

I shrugged his hands off, steadying my heartbeat, but that night returns to my thoughts. 

His hands on my laps, parting my thighs, and sinking in his fingers like I belonged to him. The torrential kisses, passionate and hungry, leaving hickeys in the wake of his touch. The urgency in his eyes. The desire burning from his hold on me while I rode him under the influence of liquor. 

Every kiss, every touch, every thrust. I remember them like it was just yesterday.

“ You should leave,” I said, ready to bolt in search of my husband, Adam.

“ That's discourteous, Moraine. I'm certain Adam would be worried if he finds out I'm gone or better still, you chased me out of his home.”

I chuckled dryly, speechless. He's stirring the waters, and skillfully too.

I sit, and cross my legs, ignoring his presence before me. 

Until I felt his eyes looming over my chest. It makes the fold of my skin burn between my thighs.

“ This is not happening,” I thought, holding my glass to the tip of my tongue. He settles back on his seat, and poured himself a drink. Just then, Adam comes down in a hurry. Dressed, and ready to leave.

“ Honey!” I gasped, more from the fear of being left alone with Luthor than of being without him. 

“ Something urgent came up. I have to run now. Please, take care of our guest. I will be will be home before nightfall.”

“ Uhmm…isn't it best he leaves with you? You both are clearly inseparable.” I added, feigning a smile. Luthor returns my smile, but Adam quickly protested. 

“ It's too much that I am in a hurry to leave right now. We don't want to make him feel unwelcome, do we?”

I smile and sighed. He kissed me briefly on the lips. He turns to Luthor and gives him a handshake. “ Stay around. I won't be gone for too long,” he said and dashed out of the house. Frozen in place, I listened for the departure of his car. But I wasn't waiting alone.

The second the gate was shut, Luthor dropped the glass, and strode towards me. “ You were saying?”

“ This is madness, Luthor Kingston. You're my colleague…”

“ I was,” he said, gawking at my full cleavage. “ Now, I want to correct that record.”

“ Don't you dare come close to me…”

“ Or what?”

I huffed, chest rising in frustration. “I feel like slamming my fists into your guts right now,” I threatened. He smirked, eyes shimmering with rays of amusement. “ Wouldn't that be lovely. I was beginning to wonder where I should start. Would you like me to go from behind?”

Slap!

I didn't think twice before doing that, but it was satisfying watching him wince in pain for a mini second. 

“ I'm married,” I reiterated. 

“ Apologies, but you didn't mention that when you took my virginity.” He flatly replied.

It burns in my brain. A surge of guilt overcomes me. He was twenty three at the time. Although I could argue that we were both adults, I had acted under the influence of alcohol. I only realised my folly when I woke up to his body by my side on the beach and had to take him back to my tent before leaving.

“ Listen Luthor, it wasn't planned and you know it. I'm sorry that we went down that road, but you have to face the fact that I'm years older than you and married too.”

“ And?” He quizzed, eyebrows raised.

He's so close now that I can feel the whip of his breath on the ridge of my nose. 

“ Luthor, don't do this. Please…ahhh!”

He nibbled my earlobe, hand slithered around my waist and the other groping my breast. Hot shivers rushed down my spine. My lips parted in a breathless moan, urging his hands to fondle me.

“ I know you want me…”

“ I don't,” I mumble, struggling to clear my head. He pins me back against the chair, and rubs his bulge on my hip. “ Liar!”

“ You can't deny it. You have longed for this day your whole life.”

I feel the throbbing heat from the contact. Emotions swirls in my head, his hand tightens around my right breast, fondling me like I'm his play thing.

“ How did I end up locked in his arms again?” I quizzed myself, but the effect had taken root, and my hand had begun to search for the zipper.

“ There you are,” he guided my hands. “ Hold me like you once did. Give me everything you once gave me, Moraine. Let me in.”

“ Luthor, please. My husband.”

His hand travels from my waist to my skirt, lifting the hem to my thighs. “ What about him?” He drones, letting himself free. 

“ I can't do this to him again,” I mouthed in between shallow gasps, seeking an escape.

“ Ohh,” he detached completely, leaving me gasping for breath. “ Shall I take the pleasure to inform him of our memorable holiday?”

“ Or, should I inform my father first?”