Wild, rough or both

Dahlia's POV

What could this man want from me? I asked myself again, taking a careful sip of the water he’d handed me. But that wasn’t the thought that I focused on.

My eyes drifted over to his tux. It was impeccably tailored, each line perfect, the kind of outfit that could probably cost three times my annual salary. And his scent… God, his scent. It wasn’t just perfume; it was intoxicating, filling the space around me and somehow making it impossible to think of anything else.

“Thank you,” I murmured.

“You’re welcome,” he said, watching me. “Long night?”

I laughed quietly. “Something like that.”

“I'm Dominic. Dom for short,” he began.

“What's your name?”

“Dahlia,” I said softly.

Everything about him screamed the type of man I wanted Matthew to be. I made sure not to smile too much. I didn't want to give him the impression that I was attracted to him.

The moment we had a small introduction, everything else went smoothly. Time became a blur. And for the first time in the five years since I'd married Matthew, I wasn't thinking about him. Instead, I was having a laugh with a stranger. A man I just met.

The emptying of the bar and dimming lights was the only indication that it was getting late. He ordered more drinks for both of us, but I quickly realised the alcohol was catching up and politely declined.

I checked my phone. No missed calls or messages. It was either that Matthew was still with my slut of a best friend, or he was already home and didn't care where I was at this hour. And if he could step so easily outside the vows of our marriage, then why shouldn't I?

"Do you want to get out of here?" I asked, surprised by the confidence in my voice. I wasn't sure whether it was truly me speaking or the alcohol.

Before I could finish the question, he stretched his arm out. I didn't know if he was drunk either. We climbed into his car. We had barely settled into the hotel room when he grabbed my waist, backing me up until my back hit the edge of the wooden table.

Before I could even breathe, he lifted my leg, his hand searching the heat between my thighs.

He tilted my chin up. "I can feel your panties soaking wet already." His voice was rough, almost desperate.

"I..." That's all I managed before he pressed into me, his mouth cutting off everything else.

"Dominic..." My voice slipped out in a moan.

"No, no, baby. It's Dom," he murmured, pinching my nipple, light but sharp.

"What did I tell you about using my office name?" He did it again, just a bit harder.

"That's just for work," I gasped, barely holding on as release crept up already.

He leaned down, mouth on my breasts, working over each one, slow, careful, a little more than I could handle.

He barely waited, swore he could probably feel me already dripping, before scooping me up and laying me out on the bed. His fingers found my clit, set me off again in seconds.

"Shit," I moaned, not even trying to hold back.

He just grinned. "No, baby. Say my name."

He stood, belt hitting the floor, taking out his cock, huge, already slick at the tip. I didn't even have a chance to process the size before he slid in, hard. My eyes just rolled back on their own. The taste of him, the way he filled me. It wasn't just Cloud 9. It was something wild and way past words.

He must have realised I was about to come again, because suddenly he was going even harder, so rough I wondered if I could actually handle it. He pressed my hands down against the bed, his fingers tightening as his pace picked up. I didn't stop him. Who would?

It felt like every kind of pleasure was hitting at once.

"Fuck," I screamed. "You're going to..."

He just grinned, fingers working my clit fast. "Going to what, baby?"

It all snapped.

"Oh fuck, Dom..." I gasped, squirting hard and trembling under him, the sheets a mess beneath us.

“Today is your big day.” Those were the words I set to play on repeat on my phone alarm. I opened my eyes. I couldn't help but gasp out loud. The room was larger than our living room at home. There was soft jazz music playing from the speakers on the corners of the wall.

It wasn't until I looked at the alarm that was blaring on my phone. 4 AM. The board meeting. The announcement today. I was going to miss it.

I had slept in a stranger's room. That thought settled slowly, followed by thoughts of the night before. I reminisced on the way he made me feel seen in ways I hadn't felt in years. I searched myself for remorse, for guilt over having slept with another man while still married.

I found none.

I was still debating whether to silence the alarm or pull the sheets aside when I saw a written note on the side table.

"I asked for breakfast early. It'll be here soon. The driver is downstairs whenever you're ready. If you need anything at all this is my card. I'll call you later today. Signed Dom."

I took the card and slipped it into my purse and ran into the shower.

Minutes later, I was riding down the elevator. The driver took me back to the bar where my car was still parked. I drove home forcing myself to pretend that nothing happened.

“The Golden project,” I murmured as I drove, rehearsing the opening line of my proposal. “You're all wondering what this is about…”

I needed it to be perfect. And it was. I had prepared for this moment for over a month.

As soon as I got home, I changed into my clothes for the day. I walked towards the mirror at the centre of my room. As I stared at my reflection, I felt more confident in myself. Even if my husband cheated on me, it was finally my time to reap the fruit of my labour after years of hard work.

I didn't waste any time before I was back in my car checking my notes to make sure I had everything. I reached Dalmante Corporation just in time.

Even though the chaos of the night before had made me forget my key card, it didn't matter. I was walking straight into that boardroom and delivering the pitch.

I pushed the doors open.

“And that's everything you need to know about the Golden project,” a voice said.

My heart dropped.

I lifted my eyes to the front of the room. There she stood. Aliyah. Finishing my exact presentation. My slides illuminated on the screen behind her.