Spicy and Forbidden.

Lenora and Desmond pt5

-Desmond-

When we got to the bedroom, she pushed me down on the bed.

“I want you to watch me,” she purred, swaying her hips seductively as she walked towards the bedroom.

I drooled at the sight of her ass shaking. She slipped into the bathroom, shedding her bra and top. She danced behind the misty bathroom walls, the shower pouring hot water on her. Her naked body glistened with water under the bathroom's soft light.

I felt my c**k hardening at the sight of her, desire coursing through my veins as she twerked her ass, ass cheeks slapping into each other, putting on a show just for me.

She looked over her shoulder at me, a smirk on her lips as she caught me biting my lower lip. "Like what you see?" she purred over the water splashing in the background.

I locked on her movement as she arched her back to present her ass to me.

She turned to the wall, whining her hips as water ran down her waist.

I sat up, my very erect rod now constricting painfully. I was ready to join her in the shower, when her phone pinged on the bed. She'd tossed her bag and phone along with me on the bed.

She was still facing the shower, her head tipped up under the water, her fingers running through her hair..

Her phone had actually been pinging seriously for the last ten minutes, but it faded as background noise because my eyes were pinned on her soft curves.

I reached for her phone, hesitant. Who the hell was texting her this much? In the end, curiosity won out and I picked up her phone, one eye on her and the other on the screen.

She was still dancing softly, humming under her breath.

She hadn't changed the passwords so I got easy access. I scrolled through the text messages, my heart sinking when I realized they were from my boss.

Mr. Sinclair: I trust you've seen my wired transfer. There's more where that came from.

Mr. Sinclair: I've decided to change venues for our meeting. I'll send the directions when you're ready for me.

Mr. Sinclair: Wear that red lingerie I bought for you yesterday. I'm sure you received the package.

I closed my eyes, breathing deeply and counting from one to ten to calm the scorching current racing through my veins.

I scrolled downwards to check their previous messages as it seemed they both texted a lot.

I wish I didn't. Even while we were both in the cab coming back, she was still texting him.

Mr. Sinclair: Will our meeting tonight with your boyfriend finding out about our fling?

She: yeah, same time, same place.

Mr. Sinclair: You'll be able to handle him?

She: The usual. He'd wake up in the morning to see me fast asleep beside him.

What the hell was the usual?

I scrolled up and that's when I found out that the nights they met, she'd add sleeping pills in my cup of milk, leaving me passed out till the next morning, giving her the opportunity to sneak out.

My blood boiled with emotion, betrayal burning in my chest as I realized that Lenora had lied to me, I told her to promise she'll not meet him again and she spat out empty words when clearly that wasn't the case.

Why was she doing this?

She stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her dripping wet body. I put the phone down carefully, not wanting to give away that I'd seen the messages.

She walked over to me, hands resting on my chest as she leaned up to kiss me. "You look tired. Go and have your bath while I warm you up some milk so you can sleep.”

A past me would have jumped up on the offer. But a present me was wary.

“Alright,” I kissed her on her cheeks and stood to enter the bathroom. As the water cascaded on my skin, I thought of what to do.

If Lenora was really going to meet my boss tonight, I'd have to break up with her, painful as it was.

When I came out, the cup of milk was sitting gently on the bedside table. She was sitting on the bed, doing her skincare, and she nodded towards the cup

"It's how I say thank you."

I took the cup and swirled the ominous liquid in it.

She went towards the closer to drop her skincare and that was my chance to dunk the liquid in the drawer.

She came back and settled into the sheets. She tapped the space beside her. “Come close, let's spend some time together. We could watch a movie.”

I gave her a tight smile, pulling her in for a soft tap on her ass. "I know, baby. But I really need to sleep, okay?"

She nodded, watching as I changed into my sleeping clothes. I slid in beside her, and thirty minutes after faking my sleep, she stood up, packed some stuff into her bag and slipped away.

I knew I should just let it go, forget about the messages and break up with her tomorrow. But the thought of her with Sinclair, of her betraying me like this, made my blood boil with rage and jealousy.

I pulled out my phone, opening up the tracking app I’d installed on Lenora's phone months ago, back when we first started dating. It was a move born out of insecurity and fear, but now it would help me catch her in the act.

The app showed Lenora's location moving away from the apartment, heading towards the part of town with many night clubs.

I hopped into a cab before I could think, my heart racing as I watched the dot on the screen move further and further away from me.

“Could you speed up!” I yelled at the driver. He shifted the gear, shouting, “where are we even going?”

“Madison avenue.”

We reached the club in time.

It was somewhere rundown and I was a bit disappointed. But I understood the logic.

He was meeting her somewhere that no one in his echelon of friends would recognize him.

I held my breath as I saw Lenora, wearing the shortest gown I've ever seen her on, climb the steps. I clenched my teeth as she let the bodyguard fondle her so she could be let inside.

Why?

Why was she doing this?

I counted sixty seconds, paid the driver and trailed inside, flashing my ID at the guard at the entrance.

Once inside, a wave of stale sweat, alcohol and s*x hit me and I gagged, my stomach souring.

The room was crammed with bodies dancing under the red light.

I turned around, squinting, hoping I could spot her in the mass of bodies.

I saw her, just beyond the pole dancers, whining her waist on the laps of a man.

Sinclair.

She looked up and her eyes landed on me.

She gasped.