She swallowed the lump in her throat and said…
"Oh my bad! I forgot my gift for Mary."
Mathias, who had already rushed upstairs pretending to sleep, lay still on the bed, chest rising and falling slowly.
"Oh my gosh… is he sleeping so early?" Cleo muttered, brushing his head lightly. She shook her head with a laugh and turned toward the door.
As she was about to leave again, her voice cut through the room.
"Izzy! Take my husband's singlet to his room, and tell him I said he shouldn't leave his clothes scattered around the house. It's a bad habit for a man." Her eyes locked onto Izzy's, direct and commanding.
"Yes, Mrs. Monroe," Izzy replied, her heart pounding so fast she could barely speak. She grabbed the singlet, her hands slightly trembling as she walked toward the bedroom.
Cleo smirked faintly, muttering under her breath, "Bitch," before stepping out and leaving in her car. The engine roared to life, tires screeching as it pulled away, the city lights blurring in the distance.
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The moment the sound of Cleo's car faded, Mathias sat up and exhaled, letting the tension in his body shift. He had been pretending to sleep, but the instant she left, all restraint threatened to crumble.
Izzy appeared at the door, holding the singlet carefully. Her movements were deliberate, but her pulse still raced.
"Here," she said softly, holding it out. "Mrs. Monroe asked me to bring this to you."
Mathias took the singlet, brushing his fingers lightly against hers. He glanced at her, eyes dark and calculating. "Thanks," he muttered, voice low.
Izzy's stomach twisted with a mixture of fear and attraction. The room felt smaller, the air heavy with tension. She could feel his presence, magnetic and overwhelming, and it made her pulse quicken.
She turned to leave, but Mathias's voice stopped her.
"Wait," he said, low and controlled.
Izzy froze. "Yes?"
"You know," Mathias said softly, his voice low and rough, "from the very first day you came here, my heart has been yearning for you."
Izzy's breath caught, her eyes fixed on Mathias's eyes.
"But you're my boss," she whispered, refusing to look away. "And your wife… she suspects even the ants in this house."
"You've been acting… different tonight," he said, leaning back slightly. "Something's changed. Tell me."
"I… I'm just tired," she stammered, trying to keep her voice steady.
Mathias's smirk hinted at disbelief. "Tired? Or something else? I can see it, Izzy."
Her body shivered involuntarily. He was close now, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him.
"I… I shouldn't…" she began, but he raised his hand, cutting her off.
"You shouldn't what?" he asked, voice low and dangerous. "Speak? Move? Feel?"
Izzy's pulse accelerated. She wanted to pull away, but part of her didn't. Part of her wanted to give in to the tension that had built between them, the dangerous, intoxicating pull she felt whenever he was near.
Mathias leaned closer, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, trailing down her jawline.
Her breath hitched. She tried to resist…but her body betrayed her.
"You know we can't," she whispered.
"Can't what?" he asked, lips almost touching hers. "Give in? Feel? Take what you want?"
Izzy's knees weakened slightly. She swallowed hard.
"You will… when the moment is yours," Mathias murmured.
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Suddenly, his phone rang which made them both freeze. Their hearts started racing, they turned toward the sound.
"Who…?" Izzy whispered.
Mathias's eyes darkened. "No one important," he said, though the tension in his body suggested otherwise.
The phone rang again.
Someone was insistent.
Izzy's breath hitched. "you should… answer?"
Mathias shook his head. "Not yet," he said, voice low and commanding. "Let the person wait."
The moment hung suspended, but was charged with desire, forbidden attraction, and the thrill of being caught. Izzy's body trembled, eyes locked on him.
Mathias's hand tightened around hers…a silent warning, a promise, and a challenge all at once.
His breath grew heavier, his body humming with raw desire. He lifted Izzy's leg gently, his hands trailing up her skin, savoring the warmth that pulsed beneath his touch. Her soft gasp filled the room, her body arching into him as though drawn by something neither of them could resist.
Their lips barely brushed, but the tension was enough to set them both on fire. Mathias's hand found its way to her chest, his finger roughing her tits, deliberate circles that made her shiver. The air between them became intense,each breath, each sound, each movement feeding the forbidden craving that bound them together.
Their bodies pressed close, Mathias eyes fixed on Izzy's eyes,their heartbeats tangled in one dangerous rhythm. The moans came low and unguarded, the kind that lived somewhere between pain and pleasure, between sin and salvation.
"Oh, shit… holy shit," Mathias groaned, his voice rough and uneven.
"Izzy…" he breathed, almost like a warning, but it came out as a plea.
A soft moan slipped from her lips. "Oh… oh…" Her body trembled, caught between fear and the fantasy she could no longer fight.
The air between them grew heavy, the tension breaking like a wave neither of them could stop.
As they both reach the climax,down to earth.
And then… silence.
Izzy pulled away suddenly, her face flushed with guilt and longing. Without a word, she rushed out of the room, leaving Mathias standing there, his pulse still wild, his thoughts a storm.
He exhaled slowly, forcing himself to move. Sheets were straightened, pillows fixed, every trace of their madness erased. But no matter how hard he tried, the scent of her…the warmth, the temptation…lingered like a ghost.
As he stood there, staring at the bed they had just ruined and restored, one thought haunted him:
How long could he keep hiding his fantasies from his wife before they destroyed everything?