Chapter 5: I am not on the menu

Jolted to my feet, I gazed dazedly at him. “ Is this some kind of blackmail?”

He scoffed, lips tilted on the side. “ Is it?" He quizzed with a lopsided grin.

" Blackmail...Oh, that is such a strong word, sergeant Moraine…oh, should I say Professor Moraine?”

I gaped at him, bereft of words. Who would imagine that it would come to this?

Now, I have to tell Adam when he returns. Choosing to come clean to my husband before hitting the divorce right on his desk wasn't in my bucket list. But with Luthor across me, eyes lingering over my burst, the truth may be my only saving grace.

Waiting out for Adam's return, I made dinner and served for two. 

On the dining, he looks at the dishes like a man hungry for something that's not on the menu. 

“ You aren't going to eat?”

He shrugged. “ Depends on what you have on your menu.”

It's so suggestive that I feel my panties dampen at once.

Gosh! I hate him!

 I read the menu in a breath, breaking eye contact with him. 

“ So you're not on the menu?”

“ No, I'm not!” I replied harshly, flashing him a glare. I can't wait for Adam to return so that I can come clean and be done with this hot-blooded temptation.

He gets up lazily and takes the seat next to mine. He takes off his blazer, loosens his tie, and unbuttons the first two buttons on his shirt. 

“ What are you doing?” I queried, sounding offended. He relaxed his back and dropped his hand on my thigh. “ Do you need a memo?”

“ Luthor, please…”

“ Moraine. Do you have any idea what you made me feel? I don't find other women attractive anymore. So, you must continue.”

My breath leaves my lips in a low shallow gasps, edging away from the heat of his touch.

“ Moan for me, Moraine. It's not that difficult. You once rode me like a horse. I'm all yours now.”

“ I was drunk, Luthor. Quit this guilt trip.”

He smiles, rounds my waist and dipped his fingers into my bra, ears deaf to my protest. 

I feel defenceless against him. Almost like his touch makes my walls crumble.

My shoulders sagged in surrender. He cups my breast, and brings it to his lips, gradually, eyes locked on mine.

“ Luthor…ahhh…oohh…please.” His lips rounds my nipples, while his fingers slips in from below. 

My palm cups the back of his head. I arch my back as he presses in with a sense of urgency, devouring my breast like he could eat them up at a go.

“ Luthor…” I called between gasps. “ Someone is coming,” I announced to him, picking the click of shoes on the tiles.

He replies flatly. “ I know.”

“ What?” I attempt to push his head off my chest. He bites me, drawing a loud moan from me. 

At thirty, I didn't imagine that a day like this would come. I am torn between the anxiety of someone finding us in this position, and the fire burning inside me, asking for me with an unquenchable thirst.

A knock comes, followed by the gate man's voice. “ Ma'am are you there?”

“ Yes…” I shoot up to my feet and dashed for the door before he could come in. 

“ Hello, this fell off from the boss's car as he left earlier. I think you should have it.”

I grabbed the envelope and thanked him, shutting the door behind me.

Turning to the position Luthor had been, I see no sign of him.

Ahem!

I snapped my neck in the direction I heard the cough.

He's leaning against the wall, by the door side.

“ Unbelievable! He went after me,” I thought, shaking my head. A smug smile curves his lips as he ambled back towards me.

“ Were you almost disappointed that I was gone?”

“ In your dreams,” I shoot back at him, but he grabs my ass, and pressed my backside against his prominent bulge.

I gasped, grabbing the fabric of my blouse over my chest. He pins me perfectly between his bulge. My hands tremble, and the envelope falls off, landing with a quiet thud. His hand grows firm. I feel the fold of my skin throb with desire, unwilling to move away from him.

I know I want him, but I can't admit it. We shouldn't be doing this. 

“ In my dreams, I take you from your backside, and always watch you scream my name,” he speaks in my ears.

I nudge him away. “ Enough!”

“ You should wait for my husband's return. There are tons of things around that will keep you busy. We have the latest PS. Channels you may like…and I heard my husband say there will be a match few hours from now.”

He nods to everything I say, but his eyes is settled below my waist. 

“ Pervert!” I thought, breaking my gaze from him. 

“ Are you done?” He quizzed, reclining on the chair. “ If I wanted to watch a match, I would get a ticket. If I wanted to play a video game, I would be home at once…”

“ Then what exactly do you want to do?!” I rasped, infuriated. That had left my lips without second thoughts, and within me I know I'm gonna regret it.

“ You. I want to do you, Moraine.”

“ You have no idea how beautiful you are, or how sexy it gets when you're mad at me.”

“ Long before our night in Vegas, I have had you on my thoughts every waking hour, and in my dreams.”

I back away from him, kicking my knees together. Every word he says sends me spiralling into want, knees knocking against each other. The thought in my head is a blur of sin. Things I want to do with him. Things I should only do with my husband. Which he has failed to do in a long while now.

I'm starved. So starved that I could jump on him right away.

“ I know this is my fault. I should have been more guarded, and careful about whom I throw myself at. I hope you can let it go, and chase your dreams and aspirations…”

“ I'm doing just that, Moraine. Here is my dream,” he motioned to my body, falling like a gentle breeze.

“ And getting you is my aspiration.”

I kick off his hand and he chuckled, laughter rumbling in his chest. “ Come on, Moraine. Just give me this and let's get it over with.”

“ No, Luthor. There will be no end to your want and desire. There will be no end to this crazy pursuit of yours…”

He quickly cuts in. “ What if it could? What if all you need to get rid of me is one more night. Would you give it to me or rather have me stalking you everywhere because I will.” 

His words are beginning to sink into my head convincingly. I would choose the former, but how am I sure that he's going to leave me alone afterwards?

I shake off the thought, and backed away. “ I'm going to go upstairs and eat. If you're hungry, your food is ready.”

“ Alright,” he said resignedly. “ You have clearly made your decision.

Luthor was gone before Adam returned. And somehow, I'm to be blamed for that.

“ Why?” He rasped at me. “ I asked one thing of you, and couldn't even get it done?” He fumed and pushed down one of my favorite vases. “ He's an important business partner. The company and I are depending on him to convince his father to have us signed.”

My heart skipped. A part of me relaxed, knowing that it had nothing to do with my secret with Luthor, but by breaking the vase, the truth I have been denying dashed out of his attitude like a huge signpost. 

Adam has never laid his hand on me, but his words has always been a barrage of insults and whiplash of demeaning lines.

“ If you wanted him around, you could have stayed back to entertain him. What's more important to you that you had to run off and leave me babysitting him!”

He grunted and the next second, his hand smashed my cheeks.

“ Don't you dare talk down on me!”

Stunned, I held my burning cheeks, processing how it just happened. 

“ You leave in my house. You obey me. Now, the next time he comes over here, you be sure to attend to him appropriately.”

Nerves flared, my breathing accelerated, caught in shallow bursts. I blinked away the confusion settling in, and turned my attention to him as he loped upstairs.

Later the same evening, while he's in his study, I saw the envelope the gateman had given me earlier. Curiosity gets the best of me and I took out the paper inside. 

It's a pregnancy test.

Positive at two weeks. But it wasn't the result itself that knocked the air out of my lungs. It's the name on the sheet. The test subject.

It reads Mrs. Moraine Adam West.

That would be me.

It should be me. But I'm definitely not pregnant.