Chapter 4
The car ride was a silent one. Elias wanted to go back and fall asleep, and probably stop thinking about his ex. But Mia had a different idea.
Before Elias could enter their bedroom to start getting ready for the night, Mia stopped him.
“Wait for me here, darling. I have a surprise for you,” Mia mumbled seductively, kissing Elias before disappearing into their bedroom.
Elias let out an inaudible sigh, shrugged off his suit jacket, and draped it over the sofa before heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
Taking a sip, he unlocked his phone and scrolled through the contacts until he reached a familiar name.
How was Lena so confident that Elias would keep his number even today, after all that she had done?
He had called this number so many times, only to hear the call go to voicemail each time.
His jaw clenched as he put the phone back into his pocket. He wouldn’t. Why should he? He wouldn’t fall for these tricks this time.
Never. He was married, he was–
His phone dinged, cutting through his inner ramble.
Taking it out again, his heart skipped a beat when he saw who texted him.
Despite the resolve he made earlier, it crumbled in seconds as he opened the chat to read.
>>> Lena: Figured you won’t make the first move, so I decided to text instead. Wanna meet tonight?
Before Elias could process the text and how this woman who wreaked havoc in his life had the audacity, he received another text, but this one had an image attached.
Without a second thought, he clicked on it, and his brain short-circuited.
Lena lay on a bed, her face hidden as the camera was angled to show the bare skin of her chest and legs. She was only in a white lace thong that did not leave anything to the imagination. Her dusky nipples were taut, begging to be kissed and sucked; her olive skin was unmarked, inviting, and smooth.
Elias shook with barely contained anger and…desire.
And then his eyes landed on the text below: For your eyes only ;)
His throat went dry, and belatedly he realized that he was hard, achingly hard.
He didn’t know how to respond.
However, as suddenly as the texts had come, they were deleted. Both of them.
Elias frowned, the haze of desire dampening. His gaze fell on the typing bubble, and like a hawk, he waited.
The text that came was short and all the more enraging.
>>> Lena: Oops, sorry, those texts were not meant for you. Please don’t mind. Gn.
He was dumbstruck and consumed by jealousy. Yet again.
‘Not for me? Then for whom?’ A voice in his mind roared.
The sound of glass cracking brought him back to the present.
He set down the glass with more force than he intended and stormed back to the bedroom only to find Mia already on the bed, on all fours, waiting for him.
She looked delectable, wearing a new dark blue baby doll that contrasted with her pale skin beautifully.
She had forgone the matching panties, her dripping heat visible and inviting.
“Won’t you have your dessert, sweetheart?” she looked over his shoulder and asked coquettishly.
Elias remained silent as he unzipped his trousers and took off his shirt.
He walked up to the edge of the bed and pushed the flimsy top further up Mia’s torso.
Elias stared at her glistening entrance.
Without teasing, he lined up and thrust into her, groaning as Mia clenched around her, letting out a loud moan.
Elias kept a brutal pace, drowning his senses in the obscene moans and mewls that his wife let out.
However, at the back of his mind, just like other times, he was imagining one person, and tonight he was wearing a white lace thong.