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"You want me too, don't you? This afternoon, when you caught me watching—what were you doing with your hand under that desk?" She flashed that wicked grin again, her perfume intoxicating. I couldn't exactly tell her I'd been playing with her daughter. So I played along. "Rough day. I just... let off some steam looking at you." She laughed, low and throaty. "Oh yeah? Well, now I'm right here in your arms. Don't you want to really let off some steam?" She peeled off my shirt, revealing my chest. That's when I saw it. Through the crack in the doorway, Jean was hiding behind the door, watching us.

But whenever I smelled that candle, I did end up sleeping pretty deeply. But after Clarissa heard that, her expression grew even darker. She quickly walked over and blew out the candle, her face grim. Seeing her react like that made a strange uneasiness rise in my chest. "What's wrong?" She looked straight into my eyes and said slowly, word by word, "That's an aphrodisiac candle!"

Soon it was time to head home and I said my quick goodbyes and made for my car. On the drive back I began wondering how long this charade would play out. The more I thought about it, the more I became convinced that there was no way we could effectively have an affair and keep it quiet. And to be honest, I realized that I wanted much more than an affair. The more thought I gave this situation the more I realized it just could not continue. By the time I arrived home, I made a decision not to pursue Beth any longer. The next two to three weeks passed and I made no attempt to contact Beth and she made no attempt to contact me. I figured by that time, she pretty much felt the same as I did. As

The front door opens and my heart sinks with incompressible speed when I see Fabian walk into the house with a woman. “What is she doing here?” I ask Fabian, I know the lady all too well because Fabian tells me everything about his day and she just fits the description of his secretary. “Oh…Pearl, meet my secretary, Stephanie Nathan,” His smile is so infuriating. “Why is she here?” I point out. “Because I brought her, what is your problem you lying bitch!” He sneers. That's when the smell hits my nose. He's drunk. Shit.

_____________________________________________ (Victor Ashford’s Office) “Come in.” The door opened slowly. Vanessa Cole stepped inside, Mr Victor’s right hand secretary. Her dress clung to her figure like it was designed to be noticed, short, fitted, leaving just enough to the imagination while still making it impossible not to look. Victor’s eyes followed her instantly, he slowly sucker his lower lips, his eyes still fixed on her huge round hips as he swallowed. “Close the door.” He said, and of course she obeyed for a moment none of them spoke,

I had thought the rift between us the past few days and Jayden’s arrival would make her call our affair quits, but her words assured me otherwise. This affair would continue as long as we wanted it to. “Seems you like our fun,” I whispered back, and I felt her body freeze. “Fun?” she echoed, confusion flickering in her eyes. I nodded slowly. “Yes. Isn’t that what this is?” I murmured. She nodded too, but she didn’t speak. And I couldn’t let her dwell on her thoughts for long, not when I felt my erection rising again. “But what if Mira gets a whiff of this fun? Will you be safe?”

The realization was paralyzing, leaving me feeling like I’d fallen into an icy pit. Just as I was struggling to process this, a female doctor from Mark’s department spoke up, breaking the tense silence. “This is just hearsay! I’ve seen Dr. Miller and Mark together at the hospital housing complex, and they even greeted me when they were out walking together. If Dr. Miller were a homewrecker, would Mark flaunt their relationship so openly?” Several other doctors chimed in, trying to defend me. “Exactly! If this were some secret affair, they wouldn’t live in hospital housing together. That’s way too blatant!”

"You panic more, retrieving your things and requesting that I leave." "We don't all live in a fairytale, Mr Burak. Meaning, we all have hidden secrets that are screaming to escape and sometimes you just have to pick your battles wisely to keep those secrets hidden." I feel the need to remind him that the world is still filled with ordinary people who have demons lurking in the shadows. "I dont think-" "I agree, this was a mistake." I quickly cut him off and watch as fine lines etch deeply into his flawless complexion. I'm well aware that those were not the words he was about to utter. But, they should have been, which is why I uttered them for him.

The scandalous affair between my mother and Alexander's father, buried in the depths of the past, had resurfaced, forcing me to confront the implications it held for our own relationship and the true nature of our connection. I sat in the study of our New York penthouse, surrounded by the remnants of the life I thought I knew. The evidence of their affair lay before me, a collection of letters, photographs, and whispered rumors that painted a vivid picture of a love affair that had remained hidden for far too long.