The week blurred into a dangerous rhythm of lies, lust, and longing.
By Wednesday, the guilt had become a constant ache in my chest, but the pull toward John Larry was even stronger. Leo Lugard noticed my distraction. He was trying harder than ever... Surprising me with flowers at work, cooking dinner, and initiating sweet, gentle lovemaking every night. Each time he touched me, I felt like I was betraying both men.
John, on the other hand, was relentless.
He texted me constantly. Some messages sweet and emotional, others so filthy they left me squirming in meetings. On Wednesday afternoon, during Leo’s weekly golf game with his colleagues, I caved again.
I went to John’s apartment straight from work.
The moment the door closed, the storm erupted.
John didn’t waste time with words. H
