Falling For My Husband’s Guest

The Glimpse

Naomi’s POV

I woke up alone again.

Vincent’s side of the bed was empty and cold. He must have slept in one of the guest rooms.

I wasn’t surprised. After last night’s argument, I didn’t expect him to come back.

I sat up slowly and rubbed my face. My eyes still felt heavy. I hadn’t slept well.

I got out of bed, pulled on a simple dress, and went downstairs. The house was quiet. One of the maids was already cleaning the kitchen, but I ignored her and walked straight to the living room.

I turned on the television and sat on the couch, not really watching anything.

A few minutes later, I heard voices coming from the hallway.

It was Vincent and Chase.

I kept my eyes on the screen, but I could hear them clearly.

“Your father’s situation is worse than we thought,”

Vincent said in a low voice.

“The board is already talking about removing him completely.”

Chase sounded calm.

“I know. They’re freezing almost everything. That’s why I needed a place to stay for a while.”

“Harrison Global won’t recover easily,” Vincent continued. “Money laundering charges don’t just disappear. Investors are pulling out.”

“I’m aware,” Chase replied. “I’m not here to hide. I’m here until we figure out the next step.”

Vincent sighed.

“You’re welcome to stay as long as you need. Just keep a low profile. The media is watching everything right now.”

“I understand. Thank you.”

I heard footsteps.

Vincent walked into the living room, already dressed for work.

He looked at me for a second, then looked away.

“I’ll be home late,” he said.

I didn’t answer. He waited a moment, then left without another word.

Chase walked in a few seconds later.

He was wearing a black t-shirt and joggers.

His curly hair was still a little messy from sleep. He glanced at the television, then at me.

“Morning,” he said.

“Morning.”

He stood there for a moment, like he wanted to say something else.

“Did you sleep okay?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

He nodded slowly. “Alright.”

I kept my eyes on the TV.

The silence felt awkward, but I didn’t try to fill it.

After a few seconds, he turned and walked toward the kitchen.

I stayed on the couch for a long time, pretending to watch whatever was on the screen.

My mind kept going back to the argument with Vincent.

The way he defended Victoria. The way he used Mia against me. I felt tired just thinking about it.

“Are you going to stare at that television all morning?”

I looked up.

Chase was standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee in his hand.

“I’m watching it.”

He glanced at the screen.

“You haven’t even looked at it in the last five minutes.”

I frowned.

“Were you watching me?”

“No.”

He took a sip of his coffee.

“You just looked very distracted.”

“I’m fine.”

“You said that yesterday too.”

I stared at him.

“Do you always remember everything people say?”

“Only when they’re interesting.”

I rolled my eyes.

“You’re annoying.”

He smiled.

“I’ve been here less than 24 hours and I’ve already been called annoying.”

“Maybe that’s a sign.”

He laughed and walked toward the kitchen.

I tried to focus on the television again.

But for some reason, I found myself smiling.

Around afternoon, I realized I hadn’t seen Chase eat anything.

And I don’t know why it suddenly bothered me, but I figured it was the least i could do since he had been friendly to me since yesterday.

I stood up and walked upstairs.

I stopped in front of the guest room door and knocked once.

No answer.

I knocked again, a little louder.

Still nothing.

I hesitated, then slowly opened the door.

“Chase?” I called out.

The room was empty, but the bathroom door was slightly open.

Steam was coming out from the gap.

I should have closed the door and left. Instead, I took one step closer.

Through the small opening, I saw him.

Chase stood under the shower with his back turned to me.

Water ran down his brown skin, over the hard lines of his shoulders and back.

His muscles moved as he ran a hand through his wet curly hair.

He was completely naked.

My breath caught in my throat.

I froze.

I couldn’t look away for a few seconds.

My eyes moved over the strong shape of his body, the way the water slid down his waist, the solid build of his arms.

Heat rushed through me so fast it scared me.

Then he started to turn.

I panicked.

“I’m so sorry!” I blurted out, stepping back quickly.

I slammed the bedroom door shut and ran down the hallway.

My face was burning and my hands were shaking.

I went straight to my room and locked the door behind me.

I sat on the bed and pressed my palms against my eyes.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I had only seen him for a few seconds, but the image stayed clear in my head.

The water, his body.

The way he looked so strong and different from Vincent.

I felt something low in my stomach that I didn’t want to name.

Guilt followed right after.

I was still married. Even if Vincent had cheated, even if our marriage felt empty, I had no right to stare at another man like that, especially not Chase.

He was Jonathan’s son, Vincent’s best friend’s son and he was staying under our roof.

I stayed in my room for the rest of the afternoon.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him again.

The curve of his back.

The water running down his skin.

The quiet strength in the way he stood.

It made my body react in ways I hated.

By evening, I finally forced myself to go downstairs. I told the cook to prepare dinner and asked one of the maids to call Chase when the food was ready.

I didn’t want to face him myself.

When he came down, he looked normal, calm like nothing had happened.

I barely looked at him during the meal. Vincent still hadn’t returned.

Chase tried to start a short conversation once, but I only gave short answers.

After a while, he stopped trying.

I finished quickly and went back upstairs.

Later that night, Vincent finally came home.

He walked into the bedroom without saying much.

He changed clothes and got into bed beside me.

I lay still, staring at the ceiling.

He turned off the light.

The room went dark and quiet.

But my mind was not quiet at all.

I kept seeing Chase under the water. The way his body looked. The heat that had shot through me when I saw him. It refused to leave.

I turned onto my side, away from Vincent, and closed my eyes.

The image was still there.

And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make it go away.