Fatal Affair

Chapter Nine

David furrowed his brow, a hint of concern finally appearing on his poker-faced expression. "Have you finished washing up? Do you need a ride?"

"Done."

Olivia quickly wiped her body, they put on their clothes, and pressed a button. A door slowly opened, and three or four men resembling janitors stood at attention.

Pointing to the room of c*****e, Olivia said, "Gentlemen, our work here is done. It's up to you now."

Ten minutes later, speeding in the car, David drove expressionlessly. Olivia leaned forward, revealing her well-rounded breasts, teasingly swaying. "Sir, care to spend the night at my place tonight?"

David didn't respond. Olivia shrugged indifferently, "It's already two in the morning, our time never truly belongs to us."

"So we have a hefty reward," David replied.

"I must say, Mr. David, your allure to women is unparalleled, whether it's me or those older women."

Still silent, David, Olivia continued, "You often come out so late. Does your wife not mind or suspect anything?"

"Her?" Mentioning Emily, David finally spoke again, "She's just a mute."

Olivia was taken aback, "You're really harsh. She's still your wife. Don't you love her?"

The car noticeably sped up, and after a while, David casually said, "There's no love. She's just a tool for my hidden identity, easily discarded or dealt with at any time."

As the car pulled up by the roadside, David said, "We're here. We've talked too much tonight."

"Sorry, Mr. David." Olivia got out of the car, and without a moment's pause, David accelerated and drove away.

Touching herself, Olivia couldn't forget David's handsome face and robust physique. She hurried back upstairs, eager to indulge in a satisfying self-pleasure session with a vibrator.

Similarly indulging in self-pleasure was Richard. It was well past two in the morning, and he was still awake, watching adult movies on TV.

The on-screen couple reached climax in a doggy-style position, the woman's breasts bouncing, the man thrusting vigorously, creating a highly stimulating scene.

Richard gripped his p***s, stroking up and down. At the moment of climax on screen, he ejaculated all over his hand.

Breathless and slumped in his chair, the desire subsided momentarily, replaced by a profound sense of loss.

"No, this feeling is completely off. m**********g no longer brings the same pleasure as before. It's nothing compared to making love to Emily. Damn it, I need her again. When will I see her?"

Meanwhile, Emily, waiting for David to come home, accidentally fell asleep on the dining table. She had a dream about the delivery guy being intimate with her.

As David returned home, the sound of the door opening woke Emily up.

Looking at Emily's flushed face, David thought of her recent odd behavior, feeling a sense of suspicion creeping in.

"Does Emily know about my identity?" David was shocked, a hint of killing intent in his eyes. His hand involuntarily reached for Emily's delicate neck, easily capable of crushing her throat.

Emily's heart started to race, "Why is David looking at me like that? Does he know about my affair?"

David's grip tightened gradually, and Emily nervously turned her head, avoiding David's gaze. "Darling, what's wrong? Your grip is so strong!"

Seeing Emily so guilty, David's suspicions were further confirmed.

Emily must know his true identity!

He couldn't let this woman live any longer!

With a murderous glint in his eyes, David was determined to kill Emily!