Chapter 3

Even after I finished feeding Charlie, my face was still on fire.

But as I walked out of Charlie's room, David and I both knew what had just happened, but neither of us said a word about it, acting like he hadn't been watching me at all.

"Can you come at the same time from now on?" David asked as I was about to leave. He paid me for today's work right away and handed me a bag with my wet clothes inside.

"Mm..." I murmured, my cheeks burning. I kept my gaze down, too nervous to look him in the eye. Grabbing the bag, I rushed out his front door.

On my way home, my fingers kept gripping my shirt buttons, and all I could think about was that moment when David and I locked eyes.

As a married woman, I knew I should be feeling ashamed right now. But for some reason, instead of shame, all I felt was a faint, forbidden rush.

I couldn't do this. I was married. I had my husband and my baby. I should be thinking about another man.

I kept desperately trying to convince myself to stop, but when I got home and saw Ethan still acting all cold and indifferent, I actually felt a little thrill of payback, like I was getting back at him.

He couldn't even be bothered to look at me, but there was another man out there who couldn't take his eyes off me. And he was handsome, rich, and treated me way more gently than he ever did.

When I looked at Ethan, who barely even acknowledges me, and remembered the way David looked at me today, any guilt I'd managed to feel just vanished in an instant.

For the first time ever, when Ethan called out that he was hungry and asked me to make dinner, I just stayed put.

"So, you sold your milk and made some cash, and now you won't even look at me?" he sneered.

Seeing me not react, Ethan paused, caught off guard. Then, as if something suddenly occurred to him, he said with a sour, sarcastic tone. "Guess you're the breadwinner now, huh? 250 dollars a pop. More than I make in days."

"What? You want me to go out and let someone else suck my tits that badly?" I shot back. Maybe it was because I was finally making some money, but I spoke with a little more backbone than usual.

"I..." he stammered, caught off guard by my comeback. He was stunned, not used to me standing up to him like this. "I never told you to go out and cheat on me, so don't twist my words," he muttered defensively.

Honestly, I expected him to pick a fight, but to my surprise, he just mumbled a few annoyed words under his breath and let it go.

In the days that followed, Ethan still wouldn't touch me, same as always. Meanwhile, I found myself heading over to David's house more and more.

David and I got more comfortable with each other. At first, he'd just steal glances while I fed Charlie, but before long, he was standing right beside me, watching me right out in the open.

He'd pretend it was all about checking on Charlie, but honestly, we both knew exactly what he was really interested in.

I knew it was wrong, but David was just watching. I never actually did anything with him.

Still, I couldn't help but enjoy the way a man looked at me. It slowly brought back my confidence as a woman.

However, just as I stepped out of the room after feeding Charlie like always, a pair of strong hands suddenly wrapped around my waist from behind.

"Ava, you smell amazing..." David whispered, pressing his face into my neck, breathing me in like he couldn't get enough. His arms around my waist tightened, pulling me even closer.

When I felt his arousal pressing against my backside, it was like a shock ran through my whole body. My mind went completely blank.

Snapping out of my daze, I started frantically struggling in David's embrace. "M-Mr. Warren, please, don't do this... I'm just here to help with the baby..."

I tried to pry his hands off me, but he only held me tighter. His arousal pressed even closer against me from behind.

"Oh, please, Ava. You really think I haven't noticed those little things you do? You unbuttoned your blouse in front of me every time."

I struggled as hard as I could, but his grip only tightened around me.

"No, Mr. Warren, it's not like that... You're misunderstanding..." I pleaded, my words coming out in a choked, tearful whisper.

But in the next moment, David's hand slipped under my clothes without hesitation, his touch bold and unrestrained. His hands explored me, gliding up and down my body. His deep, hormone-laden breaths tickled my ear.

After being neglected by Ethan for so long, I barely had time to react. Before I knew it, I was falling apart in David's hands, completely unable to resist.

"No... Mr. Warren, please... I... I'm married..." I begged.

But as David kept teasing me, my legs kept tightening, and it felt like all my strength was slipping away, leaving me helpless in his arms.

When he finally pulled his hand away, he showed me his fingers, slick with wetness from me, and slowly rubbed them together right in front of my face.

I was so embarrassed that I couldn't even meet my own eyes, ashamed of how wildly my body was responding.

"Come on, Ava, don't fight it. Your husband can't give you what you need, can he? Otherwise, you wouldn't be dripping like this..." David whispered.

As he said it, he slipped his fingers deep inside me again, making sure I saw every move, bold and unashamed.