YOU LOVE ME LIKE A SECRET

WE NEED TO TALK

The woman crouched beside me on the rain-soaked curb, her coat brushing mine. Water streamed down my face, but I barely felt it anymore. My silk dress was ruined—clinging transparently to my breasts, my hips, the curve of my ass—like I had nothing left to hide.

She studied me for a long moment, rain catching in her lashes.

“Her name is Elena,” she said quietly. “Stage four. She’s been fighting for months. He’s stayed with her every single night he wasn’t with you.”

The words slid into me like a slow blade.

I pressed my thighs together on the cold concrete, trying to ignore the fresh, shameful pulse between my legs. Even now—drenched, destroyed, learning the worst truth—my body remembered him too well.

I closed my eyes and the memories came unbidden, cinematic and merciless.

Three nights ago.
You had me pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window of the penthouse, city lights glittering far below like scattered diamonds. My dress was bunched around my waist, panties ripped aside. You thrust into me from behind in one long, devastating stroke—thick, bare, perfect—stretching me open so completely I gasped against the glass. Your chest pressed to my back, one hand wrapped around my throat with gentle possession, the other gripping my hip as you f****d me slow and deep. Each powerful roll of your hips dragged against that spot inside me until my legs shook and my breath fogged the glass.

You had groaned against my ear, voice rough with that intoxicating accent, “Feel how deep I am, baby? This p***y was made for me… only me.” And I had come hard, clenching around your c**k, crying your name while you spilled hot and deep inside me, hips stuttering with raw need.

Then you left.

Back to her.

Back to Elena.

A broken sob tore from my throat. I hugged my knees on the curb, rain mixing with tears. My n*****s were painfully tight against the wet silk. My c**t throbbed with every heartbeat. Shame and desire twisted together into something dark and addictive.

The woman continued, voice soft but unrelenting. “He didn’t plan to fall for you. At first, you were supposed to be… relief. A secret place where he could forget the hospital smells, the pain medication, the nights he held her while she cried. But something changed. He started needing you. Craving the way you moaned his name when he buried himself inside you. The way your body welcomed him so completely.”

I laughed, bitter and wet. “So I was therapy? A warm, wet distraction while his wife was dying?”

She didn’t flinch. “He cares about you. More than he should. More than he can afford to. That part was never a lie. But he made a promise to Elena long before you existed. And he keeps his promises.”

I wanted to scream. I wanted to hate you. Instead, all I could feel was the ghost of your c**k stretching me, your hands bruising my hips, your mouth devouring me like a man starving for life while death waited at home.

The woman stood slowly, rain dripping from her coat.

“Be careful,” she whispered. “If you keep chasing him now, knowing everything… it won’t end cleanly. It never does with men like him.”

She melted back into the shadows, leaving me alone on the curb—shivering, soaked, aching in every possible way.

My phone buzzed.

I stared at the screen through rain-blurred eyes.

You: I need to see you. Now.

Four words. No apology. No explanation. Just that quiet, commanding tone that had always made my knees weak and my panties wet.

I sat there on the cold, wet concrete, dress plastered to my body like a second skin, thighs sticky with rain and unwanted arousal, heart fracturing into sharper pieces with every breath.

Part of me wanted to delete the message. Block the ghost of your number. Walk away before I let you ruin me any further.

But another part—the broken, addicted, still-dripping part—remembered exactly how it felt when you pushed inside me. How full. How wanted. How devastatingly alive.

My fingers hovered over the screen.

I could still feel you.

Still taste you.

Still crave the man who had only ever loved me in shadows.

What happens if I go?