The devil CEO's Obsession ( Craving his touch)

Calin's betrayal

Chapter three

I was pacing around my room, lost in fright and confusion. What will I tell Calen? How do I face my boss? Oh my God… I clutched my head tightly, my thoughts spiraling. I’m dead.

“Stupid, stupid Lily… f**k!” I screamed, my voice cracking under the weight of my panic.

If I had just killed that emotion, none of this would have happened. Now I have everything to lose, for what? A few minutes of reckless pleasure. The thought alone made my chest tighten. I can’t stay here. I need to go home. I began packing my things in a hurry, my hands trembling as I shoved clothes into my suitcase without care.

I rushed to the bathroom, desperate to wash away any remnant of Mr. Cross on me, as if water could erase what had already been done.

I bathed thoroughly, scrubbing my skin harder than necessary, ignoring the pain and marks plastered all over my body.

When I was done bathing, I dressed up quickly. With shaky fingers, I searched for the next available ticket to Silverton. Luckily, there was one heading there by six a.m. I booked it immediately.

The rest of the night was torture. I was restless, hyperventilating, my body jumpy at every little sound. I picked up my phone more times than I could count, tempted to call Calen, but I stopped myself each time. He would notice the difference in my voice. He always did. I couldn’t risk it, not yet.

Eventually, exhaustion claimed me in the early hours of the morning, but it felt like I had barely closed my eyes before my alarm rang. I jolted awake, my heart racing.

I hurriedly prepared and left with my suitcase, not bothering to inform my boss. There was no way I could face him, not after everything.

On my way to the airport I quickly drafted a message for my boss.

“Sir, I'm on my way to the airport.

I apologized for everything that had happened between us. What happened between us was a mistake. Something that should never have happened. I'm sorry for being unprofessional and for my mistake and poor conduct. I would be submitting her resignation letter once I get to Silverton tomorrow. I wish you well sir.”

With that I turn off my phone as I continue to think about the mess I have created.

On the plane, my mind refused to rest. My whole body was on fire, I could barely sit down because of the pain.

I thought of different ways to tell Calen, rehearsing possible conversations over and over again, but they all ended the same way, with the look of disappointment on his face.

Those judging eyes… Oh God. I covered my mouth with my hands as anxiety clawed at my chest. What have I done?

I couldn’t live with the guilt of not telling him. It would eat me alive. Keeping it to myself felt like a slow death.

The flight felt unusually short, almost unreal. It was as if time itself wanted to rush me toward my fate. Not long after boarding, I heard the stewardess asking us to fasten our seatbelts for landing. My stomach dropped.

I tried to delay the inevitable by walking slowly after landing, dragging my steps as much as I could.

But eventually, I found myself standing right in front of our home. My home. My fingers found their way to my mouth as I bit down nervously, contemplating turning back, getting into the elevator, and running away.

Maybe I didn’t have to tell him. Maybe I could pretend nothing happened.

After much contemplation, I wiped my sweaty palms on my trousers. My decision, though shaky, was made. Whatever happens, I will face it. Taking a deep breath, I punched in the code and entered the apartment, my heart pounding so loudly it felt like it might burst out of my chest.

I looked around, but I couldn’t find him. I let out a sigh of relief. At least I would have time to prepare what to say before he returned. I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water, my throat dry from anxiety.

Just as I lifted the glass to my lips, I heard a sound coming from upstairs.

Something fell.

The glass slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor, but I barely noticed. My body moved on its own as I made my way toward the stairs.

“Calen, is that you?” I asked softly, my voice uncertain.

As I climbed, the sounds became clearer, louder. My ears picked up something raw, something unmistakable. Skin against skin. The rhythm was undeniable. It sounded like two people f*****g. My eyes widen

My heart began to race, dread pooling in my stomach as I increased my pace.

The bedroom door was left slightly ajar.

And then I saw it.

My world shattered.

Calen… legs spread… a man thrusting into him relentlessly. The sounds filled the room, his voice, his moans, his cries. He wasn’t just participating… he was enjoying it. I could hear him begging for it, moaing and crying.

“f**k me harder, baby…” he moaned, his voice soft and intimate, so different from the version of him I knew. A version he had never shown me.

I stood there, frozen, unable to move, unable to breathe.

“Oh, I missed you… f**k, yes, right there…” His voice grew louder, his moans echoing through the room.

“I’m coming… f**k, I’m coming…”

“Don’t you dare come, Calen. Wait for me,” the man behind him commanded, his tone dominant as he moved against him.

The scene burned into my mind.

So this was why.

Was this why Calen never tried to touch me? And when he did, it barely lasted more than two minutes? I had tried everything to make our relationship work. I blamed myself, thinking I was the problem, the reason he couldn’t desire me.

A bitter chuckle escaped my lips.

I began to clap slowly.

The sound cut through the room like a knife.

They both froze before scrambling off the bed in panic.

“It’s not what you think, Lily” Calen stammered, trying to cover himself.

“Tell me, Calen,” I cut in, my voice shaking with anger. “What is it like? Tell me I saw it wrong. Tell me I didn’t just see you getting f****d on the bed we share. How many times has this happened, Calen? How many times have you spread your legs for him on our bed?” I screamed demanding answers

“Whenever you go on business trips,” he answered, his head lowered in shame.

“Oh, please,” the other man said, rolling his eyes as he sat there, completely unbothered. “It’s not like you were satisfying him anyway.”

“What?” I snapped, my head spinning. “I loved you with all my heart. I understood when you said it was stress. I believed you when you said that’s why you couldn’t perform.,. why you couldn't get it to rise, f**k I even gave you blow jobs to help you get it up and this is what I get. Three years of my f*****g life Calin wasted

I laughed bitterly, tears streaming down my face.

“You knew you were gay, and you still proposed to me. Oh my God… I’m a fool.”

Realization hit me harder than anything else.

“Is that why you were always so eager for me to go on business trips with Mr. Cross? Even when I complained about him, you pushed me to go back. Was this the reason? So you and your f**k buddy could have all the time in the world?”

“Gabe and I have been together for years,” Calen said quietly. “We love each other. I was hoping that after we got married, I could tell you everything… and you’d accept us.”

My ears rang.

“What?” I whispered, disbelief flooding me. “You want the three of us in a relationship?”

“Don’t be dramatic,” Gabe interjected lazily.

“Stay out of this!” I snapped at him.

“I mean it,” he continued. “It’s not like your parents don’t already know. They signed off on it.”

My heart stopped.

“What did you just say?” I asked, my voice dangerously low as my eyes locked onto Calen.

“Yes,” he admitted. “Both our families are aware.

My family wanted me to marry to keep up appearances.

We made a deal, me and my parents I get to keep Gabe, even after marrying you. Your parents agreed. They even signed an NDA. You would have been made to sign it too, right after the wedding.”

A chill ran down my spine.

All this time… I had been played.

My stepmother had always painted Calen as the perfect man, even when I had doubts. I thought I was the problem. I thought I just needed to try harder.

But it was never me.

They all knew.

They all lied. For what?

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

Calen stepped toward me. “Baby, don’t cry. I’ll always love you. The three of us can make it work, you, me, and Gabe.”

Disgust rose violently in my throat.

I watched them both, my stomach churning as bile threatened to come up.

He reached out to touch me.

“Don’t you f*****g touch me!” I screamed, slapping him hard across the face. The sound echoed sharply in the room.

I yanked off my engagement ring and threw it at them.

“You both disgust me.”

I turned to leave.

“You can’t get out of this engagement, Lily,” his voice hardened instantly, losing all the softness I once knew. It was like looking at a stranger.

I stopped.

“I suggest you go calm down and come back,” he continued coldly. “Your family already signed an agreement with mine. They can’t go back on their word. This marriage is happening, no matter what you saw here today.”

Silence hung in the air.

Then I let out a hollow laugh.

“Watch me walk out,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me.

And without looking back, I walked away.