Fatal Affair

Chapter Twenty-Six

Over the next three days, Richard secretly called Emily several times, each time his heart beating fast, very worried that Emily's husband, the man with the cold and stern look, would answer the phone.

But that scenario never happened. Emily answered the phone each time, remained silent, and then hung up. When Richard called back, he realized that Emily had blocked him.

Richard kept reflecting on whether it was because he had ignored Emily in the park after having s*x with her that day, making her angry with him.

Scratching his head into a mess, Richard felt deep regret. He blamed himself for pretending to be a cold-hearted bad guy. Perhaps Emily didn't like that kind of man.

For these three days, after delivering pizzas, Richard lingered around the community near Emily's house every day, hoping to run into her. Today, he was once again riding his motorcycle slowly past Emily's building.

"I hope the police don't mistake me for a thief," Richard muttered to himself. Lost in thought, he suddenly noticed someone beside him.

It was Emily. Richard was both surprised and delighted. "I'm sorry..."

But Emily simply stated an address, then turned and walked away, as if they were strangers, just like a housewife and a delivery guy on the street.

At that moment, Richard's phone rang. It was Ava, the manager of the pizza shop and also his cousin. Ava was furious on the other end of the line because Richard had been slow in delivering orders lately.

Not wanting to delay any further and understanding Emily's message, Richard realized that Emily didn't want their relationship to be discovered, so they had to arrive separately and not be seen together.

Riding his motorcycle swiftly, Richard delivered the order and then arrived at the address Emily had given him.

It was a hotel. He went upstairs to the room Emily had mentioned, and the door was unlocked. Walking in, he passed through the living room and saw the empty bedroom, feeling a bit disappointed.

"Has Emily left?" he wondered.

Suddenly, the bathroom door in the hotel room opened, and Emily walked out, naked with her hair disheveled. She approached Richard, touched his erect p***s through his pants.

In a low voice, Emily said, "Can I feel that sensation from that day again?"

"What?" Richard was confused.

"Can we do it again?" Emily clarified.

"Of course!" Richard didn't understand what Emily meant, but he assumed she wanted to have s*x with him.

Determined to make Emily reach an unprecedented climax this time, Richard vowed to make sure she wouldn't leave him. He was terrified of losing Emily and was willing to do whatever it took to keep her all to himself.

Thinking that Emily enjoyed the rough and thrilling night in the park, Richard threw himself onto the bed, holding Emily's wrists with both hands and pinning her down.

"Ouch!" Emily's voice sounded displeased. "What are you doing?"

Richard froze, realizing that the more he tried to do something right, the more he failed. "I'm sorry, I got carried away... I thought you would enjoy it."