In the Palm of the Hot Widower

"Undress."

"Huh? What did you say? I think I'm deaf. Can you say that again?" I subconsciously asked, eyes wide in shock.

My palms almost sweat in anticipation of his answer.

"Is there something wrong with your hearing?"

I shook my head to answer his question pretty speechless from his sudden request that sounds more like a request.

My heart started thumping loudly, so loud that I am afraid he might hear it.

"When can I talk to you sober."

The man sighed.

"Come on, tell me. What did you say earlier?"

I couldn't help but tease him.

His eyes narrowed and he looked away. His grip on my wrist loosened, which disappointed me.

"It’s nothing. I said you need to go to sleep."

Without looking back, he made his way to his room.

"Still pretentious."

I laughed and held my chest in hopes of calming my lively beating heart.

"You're so impulsive. What if I get addicted to you?"

I closed the door softly. I leaned against the wall and untied the strap of my sandals.

I feel silly when his words and action rewound back on my mind, the smile etched on my lips refuse to wipe off.

After removing the stiletto I put it in the used shoes and sandals drawer near the door.

Tired, I put the handbag on the table and then sat down on the soft sofa.

"It's tiring to be poor."

I closed my eyes to fully immersed myself on the softness of the comfortable chair.

It was just perfect for my aching body from working 8 hours, every day.

I spread my arms wide, placing them on the arm rest and letting my sore muscles relax.

I've only been starting for a few days but it feels like I've been working for a year already.

A few moments more, and I didn't even realize that I already succumb to sleep. I woke up with a tingling sensation on my foot.

"What are you doing, Selio?"

I reached for the cellphone on the sofa to check what time it was.

"Nothing. Sorry, did I wake you up?"

It's eleven o'clock at night. It turns out I've been taking a nap for forty minutes.

"Hmm, thanks, but that's fine. I thought you were asleep."

I turned my attention back to the man in front of me.

He was sitting on the floor holding one of my legs while the other was resting on his lap.

I was about to pull my leg back but suddenly he tightened his grip on it.

"Zellorion." I called him but he didn't seem to hear and continued to massage every inch and corner of my foot from the sole, my little toes, until his touch reached my ankle.

His palm was so warm as he caress my skin. Every squeeze and stroke made my head swoon from comfort.

"Oh..."

I just bit my lip to stop the m*an that further wanted to escape from my mouth.

Feeling the right combination of light and hard pressure from his hands makes my muscles scream with delight.

"Relax, you're too tense."

"That's enough, I haven't showered yet."

He just smiled and bowed. I immediately grabbed his hair when his cold lips touched my skin.

"I wiped it for you, so grab harder, Master."

I stared at his seductive eyes.

"You did it on purpose?"

I asked him while raising an eyebrow, which he ignored.

My hand grabbing a palmful of his lush, soft ash blonde hair gradually tightens. Giving him enough tension while my palm gently massages his scalp in return.

I am enjoying this far too nice.

Biting my lower lip, I just stared at him.

"Yes, just like that." Selio whispered as his eyes squinted in satisfaction.

I can feel the heat of my cheeks, especially as his wet t*ngue runs over my leg.

A tickling sensation crawled over my now sensitive skin skin.

It felt weird and numb.

Sensation that no one can give, not even my husband, only Zellerion.

I am married not to Selio but to someone else.

Why is this very man my partner and not my husband?