Chapter 4: His Obsessed Manager

Winston’s POV

Vanessa’s brunette hair cascaded down her back as she moved against me, soft moans filling the room. Her manicured nails dug lightly into my chest while I gripped her waist tightly, my breathing rough and uneven. She raised her hands up in excitement and flung the pillow across the hotel suite.

Suddenly, I flipped her over onto the soft duvet, pressing her firmly against the bed as another muffled moan escaped her lips into the pillow. The sheets tangled beneath us while the headboard knocked faintly against the wall. Minutes later, the room fell quiet except for our heavy breathing. Both of us lay flat on the bed, trying to catch our breath.

I turned toward her lazily. “I’ve told you to stop texting me whenever I’m with her.”

Vanessa rubbed a hand across her face tiredly. “But she doesn’t even know I’m the one, so we’re good.”

“What if she starts suspecting something?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

She stayed silent for a moment then scoffed before sitting up slightly. “Why are you even hiding it from her? It’s not like you love her. Men cheat all the time. She’s not the first woman to date a cheating man.” She shrugged carelessly. “She’ll cry and move on. Honestly, I’m tired of being your dirty little secret.”

“Vanessa, slow down,” I muttered. “Ava’s been good to me since we started dating. I wouldn’t like hurting her.”

Vanessa let out a dry laugh. “Oh, but you already did… over and over again.” She leaned closer. “And if she really loves you, she won’t leave even after she finds out. So if you truly want to know how much she loves you… tell her.”

I shook my head immediately. “No, I won’t. That’s just outright wrong.”

Vanessa raised a brow mockingly. “Oh? So now you suddenly have a conscience?” She stared directly at me. “Do you even love me?”

I sighed before pulling her closer. “Vanessa, you know I love you. I wouldn’t trade you for anything.”

“Then why do I still feel like your dirty little secret?” she whispered bitterly.

“Come on, don’t say that,” I murmured softly before pulling her into a slow lingering kiss.

Her phone suddenly lit up beside her, she glanced at the screen. ‘The deal is done, she is hooked and curious. Send my remaining balance tonight.’

A slow, mischievous smile spread across her face, then she turned back to me like nothing had happened.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, feeling sleepy.

“You know I really miss you at night. Why don’t I come to your house and sleep over?” she said, caressing my chest with googly eyes.

“Vanessa! No… okay, what we do outside is enough.” I removed her hands and turned away.

“Fine.”

I heard her reply faintly.

Moments later, it was already evening when my black car slowly pulled into the driveway of my luxurious apartment.

I stepped out tiredly, loosening the collar of my shirt as I grabbed my suitcase from the back seat. I walked toward the front door.

The moment I stepped inside, the living room was silent except for the faint ticking of the wall clock. I locked the door behind me before carelessly tossing my suitcase aside and flopping onto the couch with a deep sigh. My shoes landed somewhere across the room as I stretched lazily and grabbed the TV remote. A soft glow instantly filled the dark living room as the television flickered to life.

Barely a few minutes later, my phone buzzed loudly on the coffee table. I glanced at the caller ID and groaned softly before answering.

“Vanessa, what is it?” I asked tiredly.

“Babe…” Vanessa’s soft voice came through the phone. “I’m missing you. Can I come over?”

I immediately rubbed my forehead in frustration. “Vanessa!” I said exhaustedly. “You know the house is off limits. Ava can walk in here anytime, and she literally has my keys.”

“Haven’t I hidden it well for two years?” she shot back confidently.

“But we literally saw each other today. Isn’t that enough?” I muttered. “Besides, I give you attention… and money too.”

“You know I’ve been loyal to you,” Vanessa replied softly. “I just want more time with you. I can’t get enough of you.” Her voice lowered slightly. “Please… let me sleep over.”

I closed my eyes briefly before shaking my head. “Vanessa, I can’t risk it. I’m sorry.”

Before she could protest again, I ended the call. The room instantly fell silent again. Then with another exhausted sigh, I stood up from the couch and headed down the long hallway toward the bedroom

Ava’s pov

Earlier today, Peter and I finally arrived at Winston’s house. With the spare key he gave me, we entered inside. My heartbeat pounded loudly in my chest as Peter and I quickly hid beneath a large table near the living room the moment we heard Winston’s car pull into the driveway.

Together, we watched him walk into the house looking exhausted before collapsing onto the couch. Then came the phone call. My heart sank deeper into my stomach with every word I heard.

The moment Winston disappeared down the hallway toward the bedroom, Peter and I slowly crawled out from beneath the table.

“I know Vanessa,” I whispered shakily, my lips trembling with hurt. “That’s his manager. She always gave me this bitchy vibe… but I trusted Winston.”

Peter’s jaw tightened immediately. “So she’s the mystery woman.” he muttered. He looked at me carefully. “What are you going to do?”

I swallowed hard. “I have to confront him.”

Peter suddenly grinned proudly before lifting his phone slightly. “It’s good a thing we agreed to go crazy today.” He said smiling to himself.

“Let’s get out of here and fulfill our bets.”

My eyes widened “Don’t tell me you were serious.”

He smirked. “Or on a more senile level, we could go crazy here.” He said laughing.

“Peter!” My eyes widened. “I’m leaving… it’s really been a long day.” I started walking towards the door.

“I’m joking.” He said laughing as he followed me.

Carefully, the two of us began tiptoeing toward the front door. But suddenly, we heard footsteps. Both of us froze instantly. Without thinking, we quickly ducked behind the couch just as Winston reentered the living room wearing only a pair of shorts. Completely unaware of us, he walked casually toward the kitchen carrying a bowl of chicken sauce before placing it into the microwave.

The second he disappeared into the kitchen, Peter and I rushed toward the door. My shaky fingers scrambled through my bag for the spare key.

“Hurry,” Peter whispered nervously. Just as I tried sliding the key into the lock, it slipped from my fingers and hit the floor loudly. Both of us froze in horror.