MasukDAVIDās POVI went home late Friday night with a headache pounding behind my eyes. The business dinner, the long drive. And then thereās Cindy whoās been silent and cold the entire day, it all felt strangely connected, but I brushed it off. She was emotional since Thursday; maybe she was just going through the normal woman moments and needed her time. But by Saturday morning, something felt wrong, very wrong.I unlocked my laptop at 8:45 a.m., ready to review the financial summaries Cindy usually uploaded every morning without fail. She never missed a deadline, not even once since the day I hired her.Except today. Her folder was empty. I refreshed and rechecked after an hour, still nothing. I checked my email, also empty. I got agitated. āCindy⦠what are you doing?āShe was efficient, overly meticulous. If she didnāt send files, then something was definitely off.I dialed her number. Ring⦠ring⦠Then her voicemail clicked on.āThatās odd,ā I muttered. She always picked up her phone,
DREGOās POVI couldnāt sleep well for days. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Cindy standing in that boutique with her loud mouth, pointing at me like I was some cheap loser who had nothing better to do than chase her around Los Angeles. The embarrassment, the way the salesgirls stared at me, the way Elena looked at me like I disgusted her, kept replaying, burning, and stinging my mind.No woman had ever bruised my ego before. But Cindy? She stabbed right through it, and I wasnāt going to let it go. Not this time, she needs to learn a few lessons My boysāJide, Malaki, and Collinsāsat in my living room as I paced back and forth, still feeling that helpless anger bubbling in my chest.āShe humiliated me,ā I said, slamming my fist on the table. āIn front of Elena, her workers. She said words she shouldnāt have, spat on my face, and compared me to David. Imagine the effrontery.āJide, the calm one, nodded slowly. āBoss, we understand, but we need a plan if we must apprehend her
ELENA POVMy anger was boiling to the point that my fingers trembled. I couldnāt believe Cindy had the audacity to embarrass me in front of my own staff. And now Drego was standing here like a wounded saint.āDrego,ā I breathed, holding the counter for balance, āplease leave.āHe stepped closer, voice low and troubled.āElena, youāre making a mistake. Listen to meā¦āāNo,ā I snapped. āI donāt want to hear anything.āHis eyes flashed. āCindy is lying to you. You think Iād ever sneak into her house? For what?āāAnd the wound?ā I pointed at the bandage on his hand. āExplain that.āHe hesitated for a second.My heart sank. āExactly.āāElena, stop,ā he said sharply. āIt was a fight. A guy came to my lounge yesterday to cause trouble. A broken glass, rising chaos and I handled it. Thatās all.āI folded my arms, unimpressed. āWow, such a Convenient story.āHe gritted his teeth. āSo you believe her over me?āāI donāt believe anybody, Iām tired Drego, I really am. Can we call this quits, letās
CINDYās POVMelisa had barely stepped into her apartment before she started screaming my name like she had fire burning her tongue.āCINDYYYYY! You wonāt believe what I just saw today!āI walked out of the guest room tying my scarf. āWhat is it again? Who annoyed you this time?āShe dropped her handbag dramatically on the couch. āElena.āThat one name alone made my stomach tighten. These days I donāt even want to hear that name again, it upsets me.āWhat about her?āMelisa sat, crossed her legs, and leaned forward like a gossip reporter.āI went to her boutique today, and guess who I saw coming there⦠in broad daylight⦠like he owned the building?āI blinked. āWho?āāDrego.āMy jaw dropped. āYouāre lying.āāCindy, I was standing right there! And guess what? Elena pretended to me like she didnāt know him. She even rushed me out like I was disturbing something.āI stood slowly, heart racing.āShe pretended⦠not to know Drego?āāYes! And she acted like he was just an ordinary guest, as i
ELENAāS POVI lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling like it owed me some kind of explanation. I kept pinching the side of my arm, as if a little pain could somehow erase what I had said tonight or what just happened with David.I called Dregoās name during sex with my husband.The husband who I thought was impotent but somehow came to me, fully healed, finally functioning and ready to be intimate with me after four months plus of marriage.I buried my face in my hands. āGod, Elena⦠what have you done?āThis was more than just a lust or attraction. Whatever I had going on with Drego was digging deep into me. This was more like an obsession glamorizing as though it were a mere attraction, and honestly, it was being blown out of proportion.Now David thinks Iām cheating and heās hurting. Now and then I hurt the one man who has loved me without asking for anything in return.I promised myself Iād spend the rest of this month trying to fix things, trying to fix us, trying to snuff ou
The rest of the night out with Matteo was quieter than usual. He was on his phone while I was lost in thought of my sexual conquest of Elena. Am I okay now? Do I really feel like it again? What if I got home and flopped? Elena would never let me touch her again Iām sure. This whole situation has tweaked my ego. Recently Iād been waking up feeling things I wasnāt quite used to. An erection, sexual feelings, and the need to be inside a woman, something I havenāt felt in years. At first, I brushed it off. But today? The morning heat was stronger, my heart pulse a little higher and Iām going to try again, maybe I could finally step up and be a man to Elena When Matteo dropped me off at home and I stepped inside, I was met with a beautiful sight. Elena lay out on the couch in soft, delicate lingerie, a book resting on her stomach, as she had dozed off while reading. Her lips were slightly parted, and her hair dropped over her shoulder like she was posing effortlessly for a model s







