Fatal Affair

Chapter Eleven

The next day, before Emily even got out of bed, David had already left because he received a new assignment. However, before leaving, he hastily installed a set of cameras at home. However, due to the rushed installation, these cameras didn't have audio systems, so he couldn't hear what Emily was muttering to herself after getting up. Similarly, due to the limited quantity, there were too many blind spots in the room.

This made David, who was dismembering while looking at his phone, a bit restless, but he quickly realized that this behavior was unlike his usual self. What he didn't realize was that he was constantly persuading himself deep down that Emily was a fool who couldn't discover his secret, and there was no need for him to get rid of Emily so early.

The icy heart began to loosen, and some emotions finally appeared on the cold and emotionless face of the killer. For a killer, perhaps this was not a good sign.

Emily went out shopping to forget the unpleasant past. At least last night, her husband David was willing to make love to her. She wanted to be a good wife and at least use the ingredients she bought to make a sumptuous dinner for her husband David.

Emily felt like she was reborn, and she couldn't help but hum a popular song.

However, the next moment, a sign lying on the side of the road caught Emily's eye. "Super Delicious Pizza?" Emily looked at the sign, and instantly, passionate s****l encounters with deliverymen flashed through her mind. The satisfaction, the ecstasy, the pleasure that soared to the sky, were incomparable to the rough s*x from last night.

She suddenly felt a panic in her heart. Reason made her take a few steps forward, but her body made her turn back. She pushed open the door of the pizza shop. At that moment, the manager, Ava, was shouting, "Richard! The oil filter is clogged again, come clean it up quickly!"

Ava, with an angry expression, immediately put on a joyful expression when she saw Emily. "Welcome." Richard instinctively turned his head and locked eyes with Emily, and for a moment, there was a hint of ambiguous spark in their gaze.

A strange atmosphere spread between the two. Emily and Richard's faces flushed, and Emily quickly turned her head to avoid Richard's gaze. In her heart, she kept scolding herself, 'i***t, why did you come in? Slut, are you going to betray David again?'

Meanwhile, Richard's heart raced, immersed in happiness, his eyes burning as if he wanted to devour Emily: 'She's coming to me, she came to see me on purpose.'

"Hello, ma'am. What would you like to eat? We have a variety of pizza flavors here that can definitely meet your needs!" Ava stood between Richard and Emily.

For a moment, Emily didn't know whether to leave or stay, so she awkwardly accepted the topic. "Give me a serving of your signature pizza."

"Sure, please wait." Ava gestured for Emily to sit down and handed the order to the kitchen.

It was still early, and there weren't many customers in the pizza shop. Richard sat behind Emily, and she could catch Richard's intense gaze with just a slight turn of her head.

The smell of pizza wafted from the kitchen, and Emily prayed in her heart, "God, make time go faster, let me buy the pizza and leave quickly. I don't want to stay here any longer."

Richard interpreted Emily's series of reactions differently. "Is Emily feeling shy? Is she looking for me today? What does she want to do? Does she want to have s*x with me again? She looks so beautiful today, completely different from that day."

Just as Richard was lost in his thoughts, Emily suddenly gathered her courage and walked towards Richard. 'She's coming! She's really coming to me! The female leads in adult movies can't compare to Emily's beauty. I really want to push her down here and f**k her hard.' Richard's heart was pounding violently, and his c**k was rapidly getting hard, making his pants bulge.

As Emily approached, she wanted to say, "I'm sorry, it was just a misunderstanding that day. I was just drunk, I was just overwhelmed by lust. So... please forget about it?" But she didn't say those words. Essentially, Emily was a traditional lady, well-educated, born into a respectable middle-class family, and she didn't indulge even in college. Her friends even mocked her, saying she was like a medieval nun gone moldy.

In front of everyone, Emily couldn't bring herself to say those words. Her courage shattered in an instant, and she brushed past Richard, heading towards the restroom, but couldn't help but look back.

Richard got the hint: 'That's right, I guessed right. She wants to make love, she wants to have s*x in the bathroom, she wants me to f**k her! Oh, her expression, like a b***h in heat, I can't resist.'

After the bathroom door closed, Emily leaned against it in a panic, supporting her head in frustration. "Emily, what are you doing? If someone sees, David will find out. How do I explain my relationship with this deliveryman? Should I order delivery again? But what if it's not him this time? I have to explain clearly, or the young and impulsive deliveryman might explode like a time bomb."

Emily scratched her head in annoyance, undid her pants, and sat on the toilet. 'But if we are alone, will he not be able to resist and force himself on me?'

Images flashed in her mind, and Emily's face showed a climax-like flush as she gently touched her c******s.

Suddenly, the bathroom door was pushed open, and Emily looked up in a panic. Richard sneaked in and unzipped his pants, revealing his underwear bulging with a fully erect c**k.