Chapter 2
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"Cassidy, it's only been a day, and look at you—already so eager," he said.
He was on a video call with Cassidy. Though I couldn't see her, her voice slithered through the speakers like a siren's song. "A woman's charm is in her boldness. Without that, how can a man fall for her?" Her tone carried a hook, pulling him closer even through the screen.
"Trevor, have you missed me?" she cooed, accompanied by the faint rustle of fabric.
Trevor straightened in his chair, his deep-set eyes darkening like stormy waters. Whatever Cassidy was up to on the other end of the line, it had his full attention.
He adjusted the volume to its maximum, and her sultry moans filled the room. "Trevor… Trevor…"
His expression remained composed, but his body betrayed him. I didn't need to see where his hand went next to know what was happening.
I turned off my phone, disgusted, and ordered some takeout. When it arrived, I quietly made my way to the study door. The unmistakable sound of their intimate conversation still drifted through.
I knocked lightly, relishing the sudden silence inside.
Ah, Trevor and Cassidy, how does it feel to have your little tryst interrupted?
I knocked again and called softly, "Honey, I was worried about you, so I made you some soup."
A faint cough came from inside, his voice steady and composed now. "Mia, bring it in."
I entered with the bowl in hand, and there he was, staring intently at data on his computer screen, his expression as serious as if he'd been at it all night.
Oh, how well he played the part.
I spooned some soup, blew on it, and brought it to his lips. "Honey, drink up."
Instead of drinking, he pulled me onto his lap, his lips brushing against my ear, warm and tantalizing. "Mia, you're so thoughtful," he murmured. "Marrying you was the best decision of my life."
His lips were soft yet searing, and my heart fluttered against my will. Feigning concern, I pressed my palm to his forehead. "Honey, you're so warm! Are you running a fever?"
Still in my lace slip, I shifted uneasily on his lap. My movement caused the delicate strap to slide off my shoulder. His gaze lingered on my exposed skin, making me blush as I hastily pulled it back up and escaped his embrace to fetch a thermometer.
As I bent over, rummaging through the cabinet, he pressed against me from behind, his heat nearly scorching me.
"H-honey, not here…" I stammered, trembling as his breath tickled my neck. "The soup will get cold…"
"Who cares about the soup?" he growled, tilting my chin up and claiming my lips with an intensity that left me breathless. "You're far sweeter."
His hands wandered boldly, his need urgent, but just as he was about to strip away the last barrier between us, his phone rang.
"Pick it up," I gasped, seizing the opportunity. "It might be important."
He ignored my words, his focus unwavering. The phone rang and rang, persistent and unrelenting, and he gradually got distracted. I couldn't suppress a sly smirk.
Oh, Cassidy, getting impatient, are we?
Too bad, I'd only just begun.
I clung to him weakly, my voice a honeyed whisper. "Honey, you can't miss a business call. What if it's something important?"
Pretending ignorance of the caller's identity, I nudged him with my reasoning. Reluctantly, he relented, muttering, "You're such a tease. Go lie down; I'll be there soon."
I nodded demurely, fixing my disheveled attire. Before leaving, I reminded him, "Don't forget to finish up the soup—it's good for your health."
He chuckled softly. "Alright."
Back in the bedroom, I reactivated the surveillance. As expected, Cassidy's video call popped up again, her voice tinged with a pout. "Trevor, why'd you hang up on me earlier? Were you with your wife?"
Trevor raised a brow, smirking faintly. "She is my wife, and this is my house. Isn't it normal for me to see her? What's this? Jealousy?"
Cassidy's scoff came through clearly. "Your wife seems so stiff and dull. Could she ever please you like I do, Trevor?"
