THE LAPS OF DELILAH

Delilah's pov. The club smells like an expensive whiskey filled with a lot of secrets. I stood at the door, my red silk dress kept clinging to my skin. My heels clicked softly on the marble floor as I walked deeper inside. This wasn't just a club. It was a trap dressed in gold and glitter. I took a deep breath and whispered to myself. “You can do this Delilah. Just give it a try”. Marco's words rang in my head. “Ethan Knight doesn't trust anyone. He's rich, smart, and dangerous. Get in. Get the code, and Get out. That's all”. I nodded back then. I didn't tell Marco that I was scared. That I didn't want to do this. But I owe the mafia money. It was a lot of it. And they don't want to kindly wait. So now, I had no choice. I walked through the club with a fake smile. My eyes searched the crowd until I saw him. Ethan Knight. He was sitting in the VIP area with a black suit, dark eyes, with a drink in hand. His jawline was sharp like his words probably were. He looked too calm. When his eyes finally met mine, my stomach flipped, there was no welcome in his gaze, but something else felt like he was already undressing me in his mind. I walked over slowly. “Mrs Knight?” I softly said. I could see his eyes slowly moving down my body and back to my face. “Why are you here? But you're not on the guest list,” he said. His voice was deep and slow. Cold. I smiled. “Maybe I should be”. He didn't answer. He just nodded once, and the guard let me inside the glass room with him. The door clicked shut. Now it was just me and Ethan. “What do you want?” He asked, sipping his drink. I sat down across from him. “A drink. And maybe a little fun”. My words struck his heart, and he raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Fun, huh? You don't look like you came here for fun. You look like you came for something else”. I laughed, leaning in closer. “Maybe I did”. “You did?” He locked his eyes on mine while smiling. “That doesn't sound right, Do you know what I don't like?” He paused, sipping his drink. “I don't like liars”. “Everyone hates liars; neither do you,” I whispered. He stared at me, silent. Then he stood and walked to the bar. Poured two drinks, came back, and handed me one. “Trusting someone is never my kind of personality because I don't trust people easily,” he said. “Maybe I'm not asking you to trust me,” I replied. “Just for one night”. And that’s how it started. One drink turned into two. Then three. Then we were in the elevator, going up to his penthouse. I didn’t even remember how we got there. The doors opened. His place was huge. Black marble floors, city lights shining through tall glass windows, a big bed waiting. “Take off your dress,” he said. I looked at him. “What if I say no?”. His lips curled. “Then I will take it off myself; Probably you may like it that way.” My hands moved slowly. The red silk slid down my body. I stood there in just my skin. His eyes never left me. Then he walked towards me, pulling me close. His lips brushed against my neck, making my body shiver. “I don't usually do this,” I said. “I don't believe you,” he whispered. And then he kissed me. “Wait? I don't think I can do this anymore” I said, moving back slowly. “Don't worry, it won't get you hurt; it's gonna be fun. Just let me inside you.” He moved closer, pulling me to himself. His lips were rough, hungry. His hands were everywhere—my waist, my hips, my thighs. He laid me down on the bed and kissed every part of me. I moaned softly as he touched me, making me forget why I came. One kiss turned into another. One touch became two. Then more. “Say my name,” he whispered. “Ethan,” I gasped. His fingers tangled in my hair as he moved deeper, harder. I felt like I was drowning in heat and pleasure. I was supposed to be working. This was a job. I needed the code from the safe. But when he held me close and whispered things into my ear, I forgot everything. After some hours, I lay in his bed as he wrapped his arms around me. His breathing was soft against my skin. I slowly got up when he fell asleep. I quietly moved, shaking my hands. The safe was behind the painting. Just like Marco said. I opened it and took the paper with the access code. I didn't look back. I slipped out before sunrise. I walked into my cheap apartment, dropped my heels on the floor, and went straight to the mirror. I looked like a stranger. Mascara smudged. Lips swollen. Skin marked by Ethan's hands. Then I stared at myself. Why do I feel this way? I did what I came to do. I got the code. The money would come soon. I would pay the mafia and then I would be safe. But my chest aches and something inside me didn't feel right. I touched my stomach without thinking. Was it guilt? Was it something else? A tear rolled down my cheek. It was supposed to be just a job. But then I remembered how his hands felt on my body. How his eyes looked into mine like he saw something no one else did. Why did it feel like he gave me more than just a night? Why did it feel like… Did he leave something inside me? Could it be possible? Was I… pregnant? Or was it something worse? What if Ethan already knew who I was? What if I just walked out of his trap… instead of my own?