Fatal Affair

Chapter Fifteen

Emily walked alone on the street, as if she had lost her soul, like a mindless zombie, with no light in her eyes.

"Move, move!"

A shout rang out.

It was Richard!

Richard was riding his motorcycle speeding down the road for deliveries when he suddenly saw Emily appear on the road. He quickly swerved to avoid her, almost causing the bike to skid out.

Richard cursed, "Are you trying to get yourself killed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Richard realized that the woman crossing the road was actually Emily!

The motorcycle grazed Emily's clothes on her chest, exposing her fair breasts.

Tears streaked Emily's face, her eyes still filled with tears, looking extremely pitiful.

"Emily!"

Richard was first excited, then filled with concern.

Although he didn't know what had happened to Emily, he knew it must have been a big blow to her.

Richard didn't ask Emily what had happened. Instead, he comforted her and offered to take her home.

Seeing that it was Richard, Emily hesitated at first, but then got on the back of Richard's motorcycle.

The motorcycle was a bit bumpy, and every time Emily's ample bosom touched Richard's back, it felt like an electric shock to both of them.

Richard's manhood swelled, and Emily unknowingly became moist down below.

The not-so-distant journey passed quickly in this mix of excitement and complex emotions. Before they knew it, they were already at Emily's doorstep.

As they parted ways, Emily apologized, "I was lost in thought just now, causing you to fall and ruining the deliveries. I will compensate you for the loss."

"No need, no need," Richard waved his hand, "I should apologize for bumping into you."

They fell silent, but they were close, almost unnaturally so. Richard kept pinching his leg, knowing he had to speak up before it was too late.

Just as he was about to speak, Emily turned and opened the door, saying, "Sorry, I need to go home now."

"Wait," Richard said excitedly, "Emily, I can't forget you. I think I've fallen in love with you!"

Emily stood there, a blush creeping onto her face. She felt young again, as if experiencing the sweet moment of being confessed to by a boy back in school.

Richard grew more passionate in his words, wanting to once again unite with Emily physically. It was a primal desire, but also a form of love.

"So what? Are you just trying to sweet-talk me into bed again?"

"No, I really love you, but I also really want to make love to you. It's the most wonderful thing in the world. You seduced me, and now you're ignoring me, pretending to be innocent. Did nothing really happen? You betrayed your husband, and now you want to betray me too? Every day and night, I think of you, I want to ravish you. You are all I can think about, I want to caress every inch of your skin, feel your wetness with my fingers and tongue. Emily, I'll die without you, I'll really die without you!"

"No, I can't make the same mistake again, I..."

Before Emily could finish her sentence, Richard's mouth covered hers. Their tongues intertwined, even when they parted, strands of saliva still connected them.

Meanwhile, David's car was already heading towards the apartment, with the pizza Emily left behind on the passenger seat. Untouched and uneaten, perhaps she was waiting to share it with him.

"Ah," David sighed, "Looks like I really hurt her. Emily, wait for me to explain."

Upstairs, the two kissing figures were unaware of the impending danger.

"Please, don't do this!" Emily pushed Richard away. "I have a husband, I have a family, I'm married."

"Who cares? Where was he when you were crying? Where was he when you were craving intimacy?" Richard roared. Luckily, it was daytime, and most neighbors were busy at work, or else this would have been the biggest news in the apartment complex this year.

"He... he was..."

Emily faltered, thinking of her husband's departure, of the woman by his side, and of that woman's disdainful gaze. He wasn't here, indeed, he wasn't here.

Richard held Emily tightly, and they kissed passionately again, each with their own intentions, releasing the pent-up emotions and desires, both emotional and physical.

Like their entwined tongues, the French kiss ultimately needed lovemaking to bring a perfect end.

Richard wanted to push open the door and ravish Emily in her home. But Emily suddenly stopped him from opening the door. Even if she was going to divorce David, she wouldn't make love to another man in this house. She wanted to face David with confidence.

In Emily's eyes, they both had affairs, but she wanted to keep their home clean, then openly ask for a divorce. This was her last sanctuary.

Similarly, to prevent David's sudden attack, they needed to find another place for their intimacy.

But Richard was on the verge of exploding. His manhood was rock hard, and he couldn't wait for a hotel. A man who had tasted the essence of a woman would always demand without restraint, just like someone who had dined at Michelin-starred restaurants would never settle for fast food.

Thus, heavy breathing filled the stairwell. In the apartment building's fire escape, Emily was pinned down by Richard, their intense desire masking the cold and rigid steps, allowing selective amnesia.

Emily's clothes had been pushed up, and Richard's hands firmly grasped her full breasts, teasing her pink n*****s with his fingers. Pressing down, releasing, a continuous motion that made Emily moan softly.

Soon, Emily's soft moans turned into muffled groans as her mouth was covered. Emily was losing herself, trying to regain clarity, to resist this extramarital affair, but thoughts of David's recent actions clouded her mind.

Gradually, Emily succumbed completely. She wanted, she desperately wanted a thick, hot manhood, from anyone. Meanwhile, even though David was anxious, he didn't lose his temper with the i***t blocking the parking lot entrance.

As an assassin, David had to control his emotions to avoid accidentally harming ordinary people who annoyed him.

Of course, there were assassins who couldn't control their emotions, and they could never live openly, as wanted criminals forced them into hiding.

David walked towards the elevator lobby, still holding the pizza Emily had left behind. The elevator seemed slow, or perhaps David was just too impatient.

"Women are really troublesome. How can't she see that something's wrong? What a fool. But... is she really upset? Does she really love me?"

David kept pondering, absentmindedly pressing the elevator button with his fingerprint-less fingers.