A Mark On Her Neck

“Urg…oh yeah…”

Soft moans echoed through the car as Clara rocked the man beneath her at the back seat of her car, her hips swaying back and forth with pleasure.

“Oh, Liam, oh yeah…” she moaned louder, her finger digging into his chest while the hand feasted into his dark hair.

Liam cupped her boobs underneath her dress, his eyes rolling back with intense pleasure.

Buzz.

Her phone buzzed once at the front passenger seat, but that wasn't enough to stop the intense desire coursing through her soul.

Buzz.

The sound came again.

Liam hissed, his grip tightening around her waist as he rammed harder into her.

Clara moaned louder, until the ringing of her phone finally disrupted the moment.

“Fir fuck’s sake, who is that?” She cussed as she leaned back to grab the phone.

Their body was still intertwined, Liam's finger tracing her skin, until she saw the caller.

Her eyes widened, quickly scrambling off Liam into the seat next to him.

“Oh, fuck! I was just about to…”

“Shh! It’s my husband.”

Liam rolled his eyes but didn't say anything further.

“Wasn't he supposed to be in a meeting until late? Why is he already calling me?” She mumbled as she reached to answer the call.

Then, she noticed the text messages from her mom and quickly read through them.

Just before the call ended, she finally answered, “Hey, honey. Already done with your meeting?”

“Yeah, I finished early and decided to pick you up, but I was told you already left.”

Liam leaned in, placing kisses on her neck, but Clara shoved him off, pulling out her panties from underneath him.

She let out a small breathless chuckle, “Ah yeah,”

“I forgot an important document in the office that I had to pick.” She lied effortlessly.

“Okay.” Dante without the slightest hint of doubt, “Can you help me get some munchkin from that store on your way back?”

Clara's face twisted, realising she would have to really drive through the road leading back to the company.

The problem is, it is 50km from where she was in front of the Reed Luxury Group building.

“S–sure. I will get it. See you soon.”

When the call ended, she let out a sigh, quickly adjusting her dress and reaching for her heels.

Liam leaned again, trying to kiss her, but Clara pushed him off, “Get out of my car.”

“Why? I thought you were going to stay longer tonight.” Liam frowned.

Clara pushed her way to the front seat and grabbed an air freshener from the glove compartment, spraying it all around the car and on Liam.

“Babe, stop.” Liam groaned, finally stepping out as he wore his pants .

He walked to the front, leaning on the side of her door.

“Sorry, my husband is home and I have to get some munchkins from that lousy store by our office before I go home.”

Liam sighed, “You know we can have a stress-free life if you just divorce him, right.”

Clara rolled her eyes, “I told you never to bring up divorce. I am not going to leave the Mrs. Caldwell title for you.”

Before Liam could say another word, Clara had already started her car.

“Fine.” He mumbled, defeated. “So when do I see you?”

“I will be busy for a few days. I will visit the store when I'm free.” She replied before driving off.

Liam Reed ran a hand through his thick black hair as he watched the car disappear into the road.

“He’s just lucky to be born into that family. I am so much better than him in every other way.” He mumbled, his jaw tight.

***

By the time Cassandra returned home, Dante was already dozing off on the sofa in the living room.

“Honey, you’re finally home,” Dante mumbled as soon as Clara walked through the door.

He walked closer, taking her bag and the bag of munchkins in her other hand.

A big smile spread over Clara’s face as she stood on her toe and kissed his lip, “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting.”

“There was something important I had to finish before coming.” She explained, awkwardly stretching her shoulders like she was truly exhausted.

Dante placed the munchkins bag on the center table before he slipped behind her, gently massaging her shoulders as they walked to their room.

“Honey, you should take a break from work.” He suggested, “Even your workaholic sister took a break today.”

Clara turned sharply, facing him, “How would you know that?”

“I saw her at the bar. She was drunk out of her mind and didn't even recognise me so I took her home.” he explained, bending over to help Clara remove her shoe.

Relief washed over Clara’s face as she walked into their shared large walk in closet.

Dante followed behind her with her heels in hand.

A glass cabinet sat at the center of the room, rows of jewelleries filling every space. Clara stood before it, removing her jewelries and putting them in their rightful places. L

“Well, this project means a lot to you. I have to work extra hard to make sure Hart Interiors doesn't hinder your work progress.”

Behind her sat columns of wardrobes that sprawled across the whole room, each segment consisting of a different kind of outfits, from dinner dresses to corporate wear.

Atop the wardrobes sat dozens of emerald green shopping bags, all from one brand; Reed Luxury.

Dante walked behind her after dropping the shoe in its rack. He wrapped his hand gently around her waist.

“Thanks, honey. You're so thoughtful.” He whispered into her ear. “But I still don't want you over-exerting yourself.”

Clara giggled softly, “Fine. I will listen to you.”

Dante leaned in, placing playful kisses all over her neck, causing Clara to giggle loudly.

Just then he froze as his eyes caught a glimpse of a small reddish mark in her neck.

It looked like a hickey.

But he didn't do it.

Clara had clearly said she hated it over a year into their marriage and he had never done it again since then.

No…

Maybe it’s not…

“Honey,” Dante called softly, “What's this mark on your neck?”

Clara's eyes widened in horror as her hand flew to the place Dante touched.

Her chest tightened, ‘That idiot. I’m going to kill him.’