Behind the glass wall

11:00am I couldn't sleep his words were ringing in my ears

I had to go downstairs to answer some mails

My phone rang

Alexander was FaceTiming me

That's weird...why??

I adjusted my clothes and cleaned my face I slowly looked back and walked to the dining area to avoid someone coming down to see me

"Hey you can't be calling me by this ti...."

I saw a strange woman, in Alexander's room, she was standing at the wall while Alexander pinned her

His fingers was inside her panties and she was moaning too loud

I couldn't believe what I was watching but I couldn't stop watching

He kissed her so deeply and ordered her

"Bend over and remove your panties"

He turned to the camera and looked at my shocked face while he was unbuckling his trousers and it dropped on the floor

I saw all of him and it was beautiful....

I was so wet I could feel it dripping

While they were making love, hard love

I found myself sitting at the dinning chair, I slowly opened my legs with my fingers into my panties

On intervals Alexander turned to look at me and made sure I was watching.

At this point I didn't care anymore,

my hands were in my panties while watching them, I think him watching me do that made him more horny

He gets up from the position he was and walked to the phone looking at me and turned off the face time

What the fuck!!

Silence. Just black screen.

I just sat there in the dining chair, phone still in my hand. My heart was beating so loud I was sure Ethan would hear it from upstairs.

What the fuck just happened?

I felt sick. And humiliated. And angry. So angry at him.

He did that on purpose. He wanted me to see that. He wanted to prove he could have anyone and that I was nothing.

I turned my phone off completely and went back upstairs.

Ethan was still asleep. Peaceful. Safe.

I lay down next to him and stared at the ceiling till morning, his words still ringing:

And I hated that I knew the answer.

Keeping it in your voice, picking up right where you left off:

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The thought of seeing Alexander the next morning made me feel sorry for myself.

He saw me. He saw what he did to me. He saw me touch myself because of him.

Hhhhhhggr— (I screamed into my pillow)

As usual Leo and his dad were having breakfast. I kissed them goodbye and left for work.

At the penthouse

Alexander was taking a jog in his big field. He was sweating, looking unnecessarily hot.

"Morning," he said, giving me that evil smile.

I was holding on to my bag and staring at the floor.

"Good morning Mr. Alex."

"How was your night? Mine was good."

He said it going to his water bottle and taking a sip from the can.

Fine... I said.

"Are you sure just fine...?" He stepped closer. Still breathing hard from the run. "You seemed... very awake last night."

I couldn't look at him. My face was on fire.

He stepped in front of me, still too close, and used his thumb to brush my cheek.

"Who knew you could be such a naughty girl, Miss Ryan?"

I flinched.

"Are you mad at me?"

I didn't answer.

"Are you jealous?" he asked quieter, looking down at my lips, then back at my eyes. "Answer me."

"Admit it," he said, his thumb still on my cheek. "That you were jealous."

His voice was low. Like he was daring me.

"I wasn't jealous," I whispered, but my voice cracked.

He smiled. That evil smile.

"Liar."

He let go of me finally.

"Say it, Ryan. Just say you were jealous and I'll leave you alone."

I stared at the floor, holding my bag so tight my knuckles turned white.

"Why do you care, Mr. Alex? You had company. You seemed busy."

His smile dropped for a second.

"I wasn't— I—" I couldn't even finish.

He stepped back.

"Mr. Alex, please. Can we not talk about last night?"

"Why not? You started it."

"I started it? You called me!"

He laughed, low. "And you answered, Miss Ryan. At 11pm. In the dark. While your husband was asleep upstairs."

That shut me up.

He walked past me into the penthouse.

"Black coffee. In my study now"