Steamy Affair With My Driver

Chapter 1

Jahira's POV.

“He cheated on me,” I muttered into my phone, like I was tasting the bitter words myself.

I couldn't believe it.

Even though a part of me had suspected it, I didn't expect that Raymond would disrespect me in this manner.

“Oh dear, I'm so sorry about that,” my mother's voice came from the other end.

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes to gather my next words, “Mother, I'm going to divorce him.”

Though I was pained by the act, I wasn't going to let the opportunity to divorce him slide.

After all, our marriage was built on the foundation of settling my parent's debts. I never loved him, and he came in between my dreams to be a fashion designer.

I had begged my parents that night, asked them to come up with an alternative because my exams were due on my wedding day, but as always they refused.

They forced me to be the same understanding child I’d been even when it wasn't convenient for me. I got married to Raymond–a wealthy businessman but it all felt like a charade.

Now, I was forced to act like a good wife and smile in front of flashy cameras and expensive subordinates while he went about f*****g his secretary.

Disgusting.

“Honey, are you trying to get us jailed?” My mother's voice came from the other end, now sounding tense.

My brows furrowed, “What would you expect that I do? Sit around and pretend like I didn't see anything?”

There was silence.

The only thing audible from my phone were her deep breaths.

My heart sank and my body trembled upon the realization.

I wasn't surprised, but maybe the little part of me had been expecting that she'd change. I expected that for once, she'd put me first.

I thought wrong.

“Dear, men make mistakes. But as a wife, it is your job to–”

“No mother, spare me that lecture talk. I shouldn't have called you,” I gritted into the phone before hanging up.

My hands balled into fists as I paced out of the room, fighting back the tears that threatened to drop.

What kind of a husband was this?

I didn't want a man who would pretend to me like he'd fallen in love, and then go out there to cheat on me without thinking.

Fuck him.

And f**k this.

I had to find a way to even the score cause he had no right to make me feel this way, husband or not.

I was more than enough to keep a man, and I always will.

Just then, the door at the living room swung open and I found a red-haired lady strolling inside. She was putting on strapless black gown that stopped at her thighs.

My lips curled up into a smile, despite the hearing feeling at heart, “Nyx!” I screamed, running towards my best friend.

We hugged each other and made ourselves comfortable on the brown couch.

“Hey baby, how are you doing?” She asked, dropping her purse on the table.

I shook my head, trying to maintain my smile, “I'm fine I guess.”

“That don't look like your happy smile, tell me who hurt you so I can go punch them in the face,” she threatened and that earned a genuine chuckle from me.

I crossed my arms, “My stupid billionaire husband is cheating on me with his secretary.”

Nyx gasped, and then her cheeks reddened with annoyance, “How dare he hurt you like that?”

I scoffed, “It's not even the discovery that hurts. It's the fact that my mom still wants me to stay married to him. Y'know, because…” Nyx nodded and I stopped myself.

“If he's going to keep f*****g his secretary whilst pretending to be a good husband, then you should do that too.”

I lifted a brow, “How do I do that?”

“f**k a random stranger at a club, find a f**k buddy, anything of that sort!” Nyx shrugged and I immediately shook my head, not liking the idea.

Nyx rolled her eyes, “That's the perfect revenge. If he ever finds out his good wife has been cheating, he's not going to be able to react rashly, except he's a hypocrite!”

I hummed softly, I think she was right.

After all, I'd have evidence of his cheating and if he tried to escalate things, then I'd divorce him with the photos I found.

“Let's do it,” I muttered and Nyx took my hands, shaking it vigorously.

“Yay! We're going to the club!” She squealed as we both went back to my room to get dressed.

I put on a really short gown that accentuated my curves with a V-cut neck that exposed a good amount of my boobs. I paired the look with thigh high boots, and some apple perfume and we were ready to go.

We were going to take the black Camry when I realized that both of us couldn't drive.

“Wait here, I'll go get Nelson,” I said to Nyx before closing the car's door.

I paced towards the driver's room at the back of the mansion, heading for Nelson's room when I started hearing faint sounds.

My brows furrowed as I took careful steps down the passageway, finally getting to Nelson's door which was slightly open and the sounds were more defined at his door.

He seemed to be groaning like he was in pain, and when I peeked through the opening, I figured he wasn't in pain.

His hand was wrapped around his p***s as he stroked himself really fast to whatever was displayed on the screen.

My heart skipped a beat as I squinted my eyes at his screen only to find my photo on display. A gasp stopped at my throat, making my eyes widen.

“f**k, Jahira, you're so good at taking my c**k,” He groaned as he pushed his hip into her own hand.

The sound of my name in this state turned me on faster than I expected, I clenched my thighs together as I watched him quietly.

He stroked himself a little more, and my breaths grew faster as his c**k slowly produced his c*m. He trembled aggressively, his legs shaking as his orgasm ripped through him.

My hands slowly caressed my boobs at the sight but when I noticed he was starting to clean up, I pushed the door open.