LOGINDAVID’s POVI went home late Friday night with a headache pounding behind my eyes. The business dinner, the long drive. And then there’s Cindy who’s 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. “Cindy… what are you doing?”She was efficient, overly meticulous. If she didn’t send files, then something was definitely off.I dialed her number. Ring… ring… Then her voicemail clicked on.“That’s odd,” I muttered. She always picked up her phone,
DREGO’s POVI couldn’t 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 wasn’t going to let it go. Not this time, she needs to learn a few lessons My boys—Jide, Malaki, and Collins—sat in my living room as I paced back and forth, still feeling that helpless anger bubbling in my chest.“She humiliated me,” I said, slamming my fist on the table. “In front of Elena, her workers. She said words she shouldn’t have, spat on my face, and compared me to David. Imagine the effrontery.”Jide, the calm one, nodded slowly. “Boss, 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 couldn’t believe Cindy had the audacity to embarrass me in front of my own staff. And now Drego was standing here like a wounded saint.“Drego,” I breathed, holding the counter for balance, “please leave.”He stepped closer, voice low and troubled.“Elena, you’re making a mistake. Listen to me…”“No,” I snapped. “I don’t want to hear anything.”His eyes flashed. “Cindy is lying to you. You think I’d ever sneak into her house? For what?”“And the wound?” I pointed at the bandage on his hand. “Explain that.”He hesitated for a second.My heart sank. “Exactly.”“Elena, stop,” he said sharply. “It was a fight. A guy came to my lounge yesterday to cause trouble. A broken glass, rising chaos and I handled it. That’s all.”I folded my arms, unimpressed. “Wow, such a Convenient story.”He gritted his teeth. “So you believe her over me?”“I don’t believe anybody, I’m tired Drego, I really am. Can we call this quits, let’s
CINDY’s POVMelisa had barely stepped into her apartment before she started screaming my name like she had fire burning her tongue.“CINDYYYYY! You won’t believe what I just saw today!”I walked out of the guest room tying my scarf. “What is it again? Who annoyed you this time?”She dropped her handbag dramatically on the couch. “Elena.”That one name alone made my stomach tighten. These days I don’t even want to hear that name again, it upsets me.“What about her?”Melisa sat, crossed her legs, and leaned forward like a gossip reporter.“I went to her boutique today, and guess who I saw coming there… in broad daylight… like he owned the building?”I blinked. “Who?”“Drego.”My jaw dropped. “You’re lying.”“Cindy, I was standing right there! And guess what? Elena pretended to me like she didn’t know him. She even rushed me out like I was disturbing something.”I stood slowly, heart racing.“She pretended… not to know Drego?”“Yes! And she acted like he was just an ordinary guest, as i
ELENA’S 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 Drego’s 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. “God, Elena… what have you done?”This 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 I’m cheating and he’s hurting. Now and then I hurt the one man who has loved me without asking for anything in return.I promised myself I’d 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 I’m sure. This whole situation has tweaked my ego. Recently I’d been waking up feeling things I wasn’t quite used to. An erection, sexual feelings, and the need to be inside a woman, something I haven’t felt in years. At first, I brushed it off. But today? The morning heat was stronger, my heart pulse a little higher and I’m 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







