Chapter 3

I smiled and stared off into the distance, saying nothing.

The future?

There was no future for us anymore.

Daryl, who had said he'd be working late, was home early today.

The door of his Bugetti swung open, and Daryl and Christina, all tangled up in each other, stepped out.

Christina reached out, gently tugged at Daryl's tie, and looked up at him, whispering something.

His eyes grew darker, and his Adam's apple bobbed a few times.

Christina smiled and tapped his Adam's apple with her fingertip.

Daryl's Adam's apple bobbed as Christina's slender finger teased it.

He gripped her hand tightly, his eyes burning with desire.

Christina smiled, stood on her tiptoes, and undid Daryl's tie with her teeth before pressing a kiss to his Adam's apple.

Daryl, as if he couldn't hold back anymore, suddenly pulled her into his arms. And they ended up pressed against the car door, their mouths tangled in a heated kiss.

Christina let out a soft laugh, took his long finger into her mouth, then pulled open the car door. "I want us to do it right here, in the car tonight."

Daryl's pupils narrowed, and he curled his lips into a smirk. "You naughty girl."

They practically jumped into the car, unable to wait any longer.

Soon, the car was filled with the sounds of their heated, breathless passion.

After a long while, Daryl cradled the barefoot girl in his arms and carried her into the elevator.

I stood there quietly, feeling like someone had a vice grip on my heart so that I could barely breathe.

I opened the car door.

I dug out the voice recorder I had hidden earlier that afternoon and hit play.

After work, Daryl asked Christina to wait for him in the company parking lot.

Once inside the car, Daryl asked, "So, which hotel do you want to hit up tonight?"

Christina cooed, her voice dripping with sweetness.

She said, "I want to go to your place."

"No, pick somewhere else," Daryl replied.

She said, "Mr. Gonzales, please? Let's go make a mess at your place.

"And then when I'm cleaning up, the angry man of the house pushes me down and has his way with me. Babe, don't you want to be rough with your little teacher?"

"Hell yeah," Daryl replied.

Christina continued, "Then let's go to your place. I dropped by today, and your floors are so clean they practically shine. Wouldn't you love to see me on my knees on those shiny floors?"

Daryl looked tempted, but he still had a bit of sense left.

"Can't do that. Bailey's still at home, and Gwen will catch us for sure," he said.

Christina whined, her tone playful and teasing. "I don't care. I want to go to your place.

"If we're chasing thrills, let's take it all the way. I'm rocking the same lingerie Gwen wears tonight. Wanna see?"

Daryl didn't say a word.

Before long, the car pulled over, and the two of them got out.

Before long, the car door opened again.

There was a quiet rip as fabric tore.

The air was soon thick with breathless moans.

Christina whimpered, pleading softly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Gonzales. I shouldn't have worn your wife's lingerie. You can punish me.

"Oh, it hurts, Mr. Gonzales. Kiss me, will you? Please, kiss me."

As things got even more intense, Christina whispered, "Mr. Gonzales, do you love me?"

Daryl's voice, usually so calm and cold, now sounded hoarse and raw.

"If I didn't love you, why would I kiss you like this?" he asked.

"Then I love you too, Mr. Gonzales. I'm so in love with you," Christina choked out, her voice thick with tears.

I stood alone in the parking lot, playing that recording on repeat.

The recorder was long dead, but my finger kept pressing the play button, desperate for any sound.

Click. Thud. Click. Thud.

I kept going until the city was awash in neon.