Undercover Billionaire

Chapter 8

James POV

James was a young man in his early thirties, thirty one years old. He was five feet tall, light skinned and slim, with sharp black hair and a naturally handsome face, he carried himself with quiet confidence.

He was a married man, devoted to his wife, Sophia, whose sharp mind and steady ambition had earned her a respected position at one of Walter’s companies, Ashford Global.

At home, James was simply a husband and a father. His world revolved around his two daughters, Lily and Linda. Lily is 12 years old and Linda is 8 years old, bright, beautiful girls who softened his heart and made him in ways business never could.

No matter how complex the corporate world became, James found his balance in the quiet moments with his family, believing that true success was not measured by power or money, but by what waited for him when he walked through his front door.

He was Nathan’s cousin, the son of Walter’s younger brother and one of the top executives at Nathan's company the Montclair Group, trusted, respected, and deeply respected in the family.

Natasha had been coming to the company for weeks.

Every time she showed up asking for Nathan, she was told the same thing “he isn’t around.”

James noticed her long before they spoke. The way she always came .Her impatience and desperation. One afternoon, as he stepped out of his car, he caught her watching him from a distance.

Their eyes jammed.

James walked over, offering a polite nod. “Hello.”

They exchanged greetings, formal at first. Then she asked, “Do you have any idea where Nathan is? I haven’t seen him for a while now.”

James kept his expression neutral. “No,” he said calmly. “Try reaching out to him.”

She studied him, clearly unconvinced. “Alright. Thank you.”

They went their separate ways, but she didn’t stop searching.

She showed up at the Montclair Group again and again. Even at his penthouse, always asking, always leaving without answers.

Then one day, fate placed them together again, this time in a supermarket.

They exchanged greetings once more, familiarity replacing formality. As they walked, Natasha’s frustration spilled over. “I really need to know where Nathan is,” she said quietly.

James said nothing at first.

“I know you’re lying to me,” she added, stopping him in his tracks.

He met her gaze, unreadable. Instead of answering, he offered to pay for her groceries. She thanked him, but her mind was already working, calculating.

Outside, the air felt heavier.

She turned to him, desperation softening her pride. “Please,” she said. “I’ll do anything if you tell me where he is.”

James stiffened. “Anything?”

She hesitated only briefly before stepping closer, her voice dropping. She went as far as to offering him s*x “How about we have s*x then you tell me”

James’s pulse quickened. He should have walked away. He knew better.

But he didn’t.

“Alright,” he said quietly. “I like privacy, somewhere safe.”

They got into his car and drove until the city noise faded. The moment the doors closed, tension filled the space between them, charged, reckless, dangerous. Their movements were hurried, driven more by desire and manipulation than affection.

The windows closed, the car shaking seriously. Time slipped.

When it was over, Natasha adjusted herself, her eyes sharp once more, already searching his face for answers.

James leaned back, heart pounding, knowing he had just crossed a line he could never erase.

“So,” she said quietly, “where is Nathan?”

James hesitated. His heart was still racing, his thoughts filled with regret and fear.

Then, after a long thought, he spoke. He told her where Nathan was. He told her everything, his movements, his plans, the life he was trying so hard to protect.

Excitement filled Natasha’s mind, that she had finally found Nathan.

From then on, she watched Nathan’s every move, always from a distance, always unseen.

When James finally got home, the door barely had time to close before his two daughters Lily and Linda ran towards him, “Daddy Is back” Linda said laughing, their small arms wrapping around his legs. He carried both of them up happily, Their joy hit him harder than any anything ever could.

Then Sophia appeared from the kitchen.

Her blonde hair fell loosely over her shoulders, her blue eyes warm and familiar. She smiled when she saw him, the kind of smile that once made the world feel simple. James froze for a second, guilt washing over him as he stared at her, his wife, his damsel, everything he had just betrayed.

“Why did I cheat on her?” he thought, guilt tightening his chest.

Sophia stepped closer and kissed him gently. “Hi, baby,” she said. “How was work today?”

“It was fine, my love,” he replied, forcing a smile.

She lifted her flour dusted hands and touched his face, leaving faint white marks on his skin. He laughed and playfully chased her around the room, and soon they were both laughing like nothing else mattered to them.

After dinner, after washing up, after the house had gone quiet, James lay in bed beside her. Sophia slept peacefully, her breathing slow and even. He turned his head and studied her face, the softness, the trust, the life they had built together.

He promised himself never to cheat on her again.

A few days later, James was at his office desk when his phone buzzed.

He glanced at the screen.

Natasha.

His jaw tightened. He ignored it and set the phone face down. Seconds later, it buzzed again. He stared at it longer this time, weighing the choice he already knew he shouldn’t make.

He answered.

They exchanged brief, polite greetings.

“We need to talk,” Natasha said. “There’s something I really need to tell you.”

James leaned back in his chair. “You can tell me now,” he replied evenly. “I’m listening.”

“It’s not something I can say over the phone.”

There was a pause. Against his thoughts, he exhaled and said, “Fine. Let’s meet at seven this evening. The supermarket, when I close from work.”

That evening, they met as agreed. The parking lot was nearly empty, the sky already darkening. They exchanged greetings again, this time heavier.

“So,” James asked, “what did you want to tell me?”

Natasha glanced around and lowered her voice. “Not here. Walls have ears. Let’s talk in your car.”

He hesitated, then nodded. They walked back together.

Once inside, the silence stretched. Then Natasha spoke, her voice slow and deliberate. She reminded him of the night before, of how much she had enjoyed it, of how it had stayed with her. She moved closer, her presence pressing into his space, her words turning into temptation.

“Stop,” James said sharply, pushing her away. “I have a wife.”

She laughed softly. “And how do you know she isn’t cheating too?”

He thought about it in his mind. Natasha didn’t stop,she leaned in again, her confidence unshaken, her touch familiar now. James resisted at first, but he couldn’t resist any longer, worn by guilt, and desire.

“Drive,” she murmured. “You know where.”

He did.

When they reached the place, the world outside the car faded away. What followed was reckless, intense, and far too easy. When it was over, James sat in silence, his emotions tangled by guilt twisting and with a pleasure he didn’t want to admit.

He told himself it would be the last time.

But days later, it was James who picked up his phone first. It was James who made the call.

And with that, the line he’d once sworn never to cross disappeared completely.