Fatal Affair

Chapter Eighteen

At night, Olivia was dressed quite revealingly. She took a big sip of whiskey with ice cubes and then lay down on the bed, saying, "Feels so good."

With her youthful and energetic figure, Olivia looked even more petite and cute in her shirt. She wasn't wearing anything on her legs, only a thong hanging in the crotch area, exuding a youthful allure.

"There's nothing better than having a drink after work. Well, maybe except for a good session of lovemaking after a hard day's work. Want to f**k me, David?" She raised one leg, turning to look at a photo of David beside her.

In the photo, David was sitting upright in a suit, looking serious with a cold, murderous gaze that seemed to pierce through the picture and onto Olivia.

Everything about David fascinated Olivia. She couldn't understand why David chose a woman like Emily. She murmured to herself in bed, "You're the only man I care about. But your eyes never seem to see me. Why is that? Just one word from you, and I'd give you everything."

"David, I love you!" Olivia opened her arms, facing the wall covered with David's photos. Oh God, this woman was obsessed. The wall was filled with various candid photos of David. If the police ever targeted David, this place would be the most comprehensive facial database.

"But you really can't see me. No, you have seen me before. The first time you showed a different expression towards me, or..." Memories of that day flashed through Olivia's mind, David looking murderous, staring at her and grabbing her by the neck.

David's tone grew more severe, his grip tighter, and Olivia began to suffocate. Her vision blurred, her pupils involuntarily rolling upwards.

That feeling... so blissful, yet so jealous, jealous of Emily!

Choking herself, Olivia plunged into the pleasure of asphyxiation. As an assassin, she enjoyed this intense form of lovemaking and the relief that followed being able to breathe.

She choked herself, rubbed her c******s, and her moans echoed throughout the bedroom. People always understood their own body structure. m**********n usually had to be quick, and within a few minutes, Olivia reached the peak of climax.

Juices gushed, soaking the entire bed, even wetting David's photos.

Realizing what she had done, Olivia quickly picked up the photos.

Like a paranoid person, she said, "Senior, you're all wet, I'm sorry. But... next time, I'll wet the real you. By then, your eyes will only have me."

Suddenly, she pulled out a dagger from under the pillow and threw it fiercely at the opposite wall, piercing through Emily's photo and nailing it to the wall.

"You're dead, you b***h!"

Meanwhile, Emily was walking towards the park under the streetlights. She was dressed lightly, still wearing the same home outfit from the morning.

Luckily, the security in this community was good. Otherwise, with such attire, in those chaotic lower communities, she would have disappeared or been dragged into a house, only to be found covered in semen.

Under the streetlights, Richard sat on a park bench. He looked like a little boy waiting for his first love. When he saw Emily, he stood up, his face flushed with excitement. "Sorry for calling you out so late, David..."

"It's okay, don't mention him. He got a call and went out. He'll probably work late into the night, maybe not come back all night, as usual," Emily whispered softly.

Richard nodded, "Let's not talk about him. I'm happy you could come, my love."

The two kissed passionately, just like when they were having an affair as usual. David's car was approaching the park at this moment.

After leaving home, David didn't immediately drive away from the parking lot. He called Olivia several times before someone finally answered after a dozen minutes.

Without beating around the bush, David said, "We have movement."

"Just got off work, why is there movement again?" Olivia panted, speaking in a coquettish tone. Having just finished pleasuring herself, hearing the voice of her fantasy object David was thrilling.

"It's an order. For the next twenty-four hours, be ready to answer the phone promptly, no matter when or where. Also, don't ask why. These basic rules, as a senior employee, I don't want to repeat," David instructed.

"Got it, I'll take a shower and head out." Olivia pouted, "I just wanted to complain to you for a bit, why so cold and unromantic."

"Don't drive, I'll come pick you up." David coldly hung up the phone.

Driving out of the underground parking lot, David accelerated as he passed by the deserted park at night.

The car lights cut through the night sky, heading towards the bustling downtown area. Little did he know that at that very moment, in the park he had just passed, his wife Emily was entwined with the pizza delivery guy Richard.