Chapter 1: Introduction
Alice had a way of walking that made Ren look twice, even after two years and an intimacy that had grown beyond desire’s first greedy grasps. Tonight she was going to see Charles again. Revenge gripped Ren as Alice reached for her keys and locked the front door behind her, the soft, metallic click echoing in the air.
He’d thought he could turn the key on his own jealousy when he married her, that their love was stronger than any unspoken fears. He was wrong.
The key had jammed, and now he was left with a door that refused to close, a wife who refused to see the truth, and a desire for retribution that refused to be ignored. Ren watched her car pull out of the driveway, the taillights fading into the night like a dying star. He knew where she was going, who she was going to see. Charles Fucking Thompson. The name tasted bitter on his tongue, like a curse he couldn't spit out.
His eyes wandered to the photo frames scattered around the living room, their smiles frozen in time.
They were a lie, a facade he'd built with her, brick by brick, until it crumbled under the weight of her infidelity. The hum of the fridge, the ticking of the clock, the silence of the empty house — they all whispered her betrayal, a symphony of deceit that grated against his nerves.
Ren poured himself a glass of Scotch, the amber liquid sloshing against the side of the glass like his thoughts. He took a sip, letting the burn settle in his chest, matching the fire that fueled his resolve.
Ren walked over to the window, watching the rain begin to fall, each drop a tiny explosion on the glass. The city lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors, reflecting his scattered thoughts.
His phone buzzed on the coffee table, Alice's name flashing on the screen. He picked it up, swiped right, and brought it to his ear without saying a word.
"Hey, babe," she said, her voice as smooth as the Scotch he was drinking. "I'm going to be late . You know how these dinners can drag on."
Ren didn't respond, just listened to the soft hum of the city through the phone, the distant sound of a siren wailing in the night.
"Ren? Are you there?" she asked, a hint of impatience creeping into her voice.
"I'm here," he replied, his voice steady, void of the storm raging inside him.
"Okay, well, I'll see you later," she said, her words rushed, eager to get off the phone.
"Sure," he said, ending the call before she could say anything else.
He set the phone down, the screen displaying her worried face for a moment before it went dark. He knew she'd be wondering why he was so quiet, why he didn't protest her late night, why he didn't ask her to come home. But he had no intention of playing her game, not anymore.
Ren turned his attention back to the cityscape, the rain now a steady drumbeat against the window. He took another sip of his Scotch, the ice cubes clinking against the glass. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, plans forming and dissolving as quickly as the raindrops on the glass.
He needed proof, concrete evidence of her infidelity. Then he could act, strike back, make her feel the pain he felt. He didn't want to be the aggrieved husband, the cuckold. He wanted to be the one in control, the one calling the shots.
Ren grabbed his laptop from the coffee table, its sleek surface reflecting the dim light of the room. He sat down on the couch, the leather creaking beneath him, and opened it up. The screen flickered to life, casting a blue glow on his face.
Ren navigated to the secure server he'd set up months ago, a digital safe house where he stored information he didn't want anyone else to find. He clicked on the folder labeled 'Alice', a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He'd started it as a joke, a place to store photos of their trips, memories they'd made together. Now, it was a repository of evidence, a virtual trail of her treachery.
He scrolled through the files, each one a snapshot of her deception.
There were photos of her and Charles, their body language intimate, their smiles conspiratorial. There were messages, too, stolen from her phone, their explicit nature leaving no room for doubt. Ren had collected them like a squirrel hoarding nuts, each piece of evidence a testament to her betrayal.
His phone buzzed again, pulling him out of his vengeful reverie. It was a message from Alice, a photo of her and Charles at some swanky event, their glasses raised in a toast. He could see the sparkle in her eyes, the flush of her cheeks, the way she leaned into Charles.
It was a punch to the gut, a reminder of the life she was living without him. Ren stared at the photo, his thumb hovering over the delete button. But he didn't delete it. Instead, he saved it to his desktop, a constant reminder of what he was fighting against.
Ren closed the laptop, the soft click echoing in the silent room. He stood up, pacing the length of the living room, his mind racing. He needed to see them together, needed to watch the betrayal unfold like a sick, twisted movie. He needed to catch them in the act.
He knew where they were.
The same place they always went after these functions, the same place she'd been sneaking off to for months now. The penthouse suite at The Grand Hotel, a stone's throw from their office, a world away from their life together. Ren glanced at his watch, a sleek black timepiece that had cost more than most people's monthly salaries. It was late, but not too late. Not yet.
Ren grabbed his coat, the soft leather slipping over his shoulders like a second skin. He checked his reflection in the mirror, his dark eyes meeting his own gaze.
There was a determination there, a cold calculation that he hadn't seen in a long time. He ran a hand through his short black hair, smoothing it back, a small smirk playing on his lips. He looked dangerous, like a man on a mission. And he was.
Ren stepped out into the rain, the cool drops splattering against his face, washing away any lingering doubts. He hailed a cab, the yellow vehicle pulling up to the curb with a squeal of brakes. He slid into the backseat, giving the driver the address in a voice that brooked no argument.
The cabbie nodded, pulling away from the curb with a lurch that sent Ren's heart pounding in his chest. He watched the city lights blur past the window, each one a reminder of the life he'd built with Alice, the life she was throwing away.
The drive to The Grand Hotel was a blur of red lights and rain-soaked streets. Ren watched the city outside, the reflection of his own face staring back at him in the glass. He barely recognized the man looking back, the hardness in his eyes, the set of his jaw.
The cab pulled up to the hotel, the doorman's umbrella a futile attempt against the relentless rain. Ren stepped out, the red carpet beneath his feet a stark contrast to the dark night.
The lobby was a symphony of opulence, the chandelier casting prisms of light onto the polished marble floor. Ren walked to the elevators, his shoes clicking against the stone, the sound echoing in the grand space. He pressed the button, the digital display above the doors counting down the floors with an infuriating slowness.
Ren could feel the familiar throb of anticipation, the same feeling he got before a big deal closed, before a difficult client was won over. Except this time, the thrill was laced with a bitter tang of betrayal.
The elevator doors pinged open, revealing the plush carpet of the penthouse floor. Ren stepped out, his pulse quickening as he approached the suite. He could hear the faint sound of music, the muffled laughter of a man and a woman. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, he realize he needed to be discreet he shouldn't just appeared, no he needed this to thought this out .
Ren paused, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He could still turn back, pretend he never saw the message, never knew about Charles. But the thought of Alice's hands on another man, her lips on his, her body pressed against his... it was too much. He needed to see it, to make it real.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out a small, thin tool.
It was a skill he'd picked up in his younger days, a time when curiosity and mischief were his guiding stars. He knelt down, fitting the tool into the lock, twisting it gently until he heard the soft click of the mechanism releasing.
The door swung open silently, revealing a grand suite bathed in the soft glow of a chandelier. Ren slipped inside, closing the door behind him with a faint click. He could hear the murmur of voices, the clink of glasses, the rustle of fabric. He followed the sounds, his heart pounding in his chest like a drumbeat, guiding him towards the bedroom.
The door was slightly ajar, and he could see them through the crack, their silhouettes framed by the soft light spilling from within. Ren took a deep breath, his fingers tracing the cool metal of the doorknob, and slowly pushed the door open, just enough to see what he'd come for.
Alice was on the bed, her body draped in a silk robe the color of freshly fallen snow. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders in loose waves, her green eyes sparkling with a hunger that wasn't for food.
Charles sat beside her, his tie discarded, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal the tanned skin and salt-and-pepper chest hair beneath. Ren's stomach churned at the sight, but he forced himself to watch, to take in every detail.
Alice turned to Charles, her hand resting on his thigh, her thumb tracing circles on the fabric of his pants. "You know, I've been thinking," she said, her voice low, almost a purr. "We should celebrate our... success."
Charles raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, really?
And what did you have in mind?" Charles's voice was a low rumble, his eyes never leaving Alice's face. Ren could see the hunger there, the desire that mirrored his own wife's. It was a sight that should have been reserved for him, for their bed, not here, not with this man.
Alice leaned in, her lips brushing against Charles's ear. "Something... different," she whispered, her other hand snaking up to loosen his collar. Ren could see the goosebumps rising on Charles's skin, the way his breath hitched in his throat.
He felt a pang of jealousy, but also a twisted sense of satisfaction. He was watching the betrayal unfold, the proof he needed was right there, in vivid, high-definition color.
Alice's hand slid up Charles's thigh, her fingers brushing against the growing bulge in his pants. Charles's hand covered hers, guiding it, encouraging it. Ren could see the hunger in Alice's eyes, the way her pupils dilated, her lips parted slightly. This was not the woman he married, not the woman he knew. Or was it? The thought sent a shiver down his spine, but he needed the evidence, he needed the sextape of them, he needed to recorded this, as he improvised, turning off the electricity he could moved in darkness setting up the hidden camera and he could make his escape to the fire exit, as he set everything up he could hear them, they were getting closer and closer to the act, Ren had to hurry, he was running out of time, he masked and hooded himself and grabbed the remote that will turned off the lights in the hotel room, he was ready, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest, he was about to strike, he was about to catch them in the act, he was about to get his revenge.
The room was plunged into darkness, the sudden absence of light disorienting. Ren heard a sharp intake of breath from Alice, a low curse from Charles. He could hear them moving, their bodies rustling against the sheets, their feet hitting the floor as they stood up, their hands groping in the dark for something, anything.
Ren held his breath, his finger hovering over the record button on the miniature camera he'd hidden in the room earlier that day. He'd planned for this, every detail meticulously thought out, every contingency accounted for. He was ready.
"Damn it, where's the light switch?" Charles's voice was a low growl, his frustration growing with each passing second. Alice giggled, a sound that grated against Ren's nerves, a sound that should have been reserved for him, for their bed, not here, not with this man.
"I don't know, maybe the power went out," she said, her voice laced with a playful innocence that made Ren's blood boil.
Charles chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down Ren's spine. "Well, we can't have that, can we?" he said, his voice a low rumble in the darkness. Ren could hear the rustle of fabric, the sound of Charles feeling his way around the room, searching for the light switch.
Ren's heart pounded in his chest, his finger still hovering over the record button, as he put as many as he could and exited to conventional opened window , he jumped out of the window and landed on the fire escape, he knew the hotel's layout well enough to know that the fire escape would lead him to the alleyway behind the hotel, where he had parked his car.
He could hear their muffled voices, their confused shouts as they realized the lights weren't coming back on anytime soon. He could picture them, their bodies pressed together in the darkness, their hands exploring, their breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
Ren's turned the lights on by the remote, and connected his phone to the camera and recorded them in action . He could hear their gasps, their moans, their words of pleasure. He could see them, their bodies entwined, their skin glistening with sweat, their faces contorted in ecstasy.
He watched as Charles's hands roamed over Alice's body, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts. He could see the way she arched into his touch, her body responding to his every command. Ren's stomach churned as he watched, his desire warring with his anger, his jealousy.
He could feel his cock twitching in his pants, his body responding to the sight of Alice with another man, despite the betrayal, despite the pain. He hated himself for it, but he couldn't look away, couldn't stop his body from reacting.
Alice's robe had fallen open, her breasts exposed to Charles's hungry gaze. He reached out, his hands cupping her, his thumbs brushing against her nipples, making them harden instantly. Alice let out a soft moan, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her spine like a dark waterfall.
Charles took advantage of her exposed neck, his lips trailing down her skin, his teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh. His hands continued their exploration, his fingers dipping between her legs, finding her wet and ready.
"Fuck, Charles," Alice gasped, her hips bucking against his hand. "That feels so good."
Charles chuckled, a low, satisfied sound that sent a shiver down Ren's spine. He could see the glint in Charles's eyes, the smug satisfaction of a man who knew he was good at his craft.
Ren's hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms, as he watched Charles's fingers slide in and out of Alice, her wetness coating them, her moans filling the room. He wanted to rush in, to tear Charles away from her, to claim her as his own. But he didn't. He stayed hidden, his body aching with unspent desire, his mind a whirlwind of rage and lust.
Charles removed his fingers, bringing them to his mouth, sucking Alice's juices off them, his eyes never leaving hers.
"You taste fucking delicious, Alice," he growled, his voice thick with desire. Alice bit her lip, her eyes darkening with lust. "I want you inside me, Charles," she panted, her hands reaching for his belt, fumbling with the buckle in her haste. Charles chuckled, helping her along, his fingers brushing against her knuckles, sending electric shocks up her arm.
Ren watched, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, as Charles's cock sprang free, hard and ready.
Alice's eyes widened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, a hungry gleam in her eyes. She reached out, her hand wrapping around Charles's length, her thumb brushing against the bead of pre-cum at the tip. Charles groaned, his head falling back, his eyes closing as Alice began to stroke him, her grip firm, her rhythm steady.
"Fuck, Alice," Charles growled, his hands finding her hair, his fingers tangling in the dark strands. "Your hand feels so fucking good."
Alice smiled, a predatory gleam in her eyes. "You're so much bigger than her husband Ren ," she taunted, her hand still stroking Charles's cock, her thumb swirling around the head, spreading the pre-cum around. Charles's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto hers, a hungry smirk playing on his lips.
"Is that what you like, Alice? Being filled by a real man, not some puny little husband?" he growled, his hands tightening in her hair, pulling her closer, his cock brushing against her lips. Alice moaned, her tongue darting out to taste him, her eyes never leaving his.
"You have no idea how much I fucking love it," she purred, her hand still stroking him, her thumb still swirling around the head of his cock. Charles groaned, his hips bucking forward, his cock sliding into her mouth, her lips stretching around him, her tongue flattening against the underside, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him in.
Ren was bigger than Charles as he's not always in the mood, as he gripped his phone tighter, his knuckles turning white, as he watched this filthy betrayal unfold. He could see Alice's eyes watering, her gag reflex kicking in, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she took Charles deeper, her nose pressing against his abdomen, her hand still stroking him, her fingers twisting around his length.
Charles's hands found her hair again, his fingers tangling in the dark strands, his grip tightening as he began to fuck her mouth, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her lips, her saliva coating him, making him slick and shiny.
Alice moaned, the sound vibrating around his length, her hand still stroking him, her fingers twisting around him, her thumb brushing against the sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock.
"Fuck, Alice, you're so fucking good at this," Charles growled, his head falling back, his eyes closing as he lost himself in the sensation. Alice could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, his breathing growing ragged, his grip on her hair tightening as he neared his release.
But Alice wasn't ready for this to end. She wanted more.
She wanted to feel him inside her, to feel him fill her up, to feel him stretch her out. She wanted to ride him, to bounce on his cock until they both came undone.
Alice pulled back, her lips popping off Charles's cock, a string of saliva connecting them for a moment before snapping. She gasped for air, her chest heaving, her eyes wild with desire. "I want you inside me, Charles," she panted, her voice hoarse from the effort.
She pushed him back onto the bed, straddling him, her hands on his chest, her hair cascading down around them like a dark curtain. Charles's hands went to her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his eyes locked onto hers.
"Your wish is my command," he growled, his hands guiding her, lifting her up, positioning her over his cock. Alice could feel the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, her body already stretched and ready from his fingers. She moaned, her head falling back, her hair brushings against her ass as she began to lower herself onto him.
Charles's hands tightened on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, guiding her, controlling her descent. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her, his thickness rubbing against her walls, setting them ablaze.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Alice," Charles groaned, his head arching back, his eyes closing as her body enveloped him. Alice could only moan in response, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she took him deeper, her hips rolling, her body adjusting to his size.
Charles's hands on her hips urged her on, his fingers digging into her flesh, guiding her, controlling her movements.
"God, you feel so fucking good," Charles growled, his eyes opening, lock onto hers, his pupils dilated with desire. "Ride me, Alice. Fucking ride me like you mean it."
Alice didn't need to be told twice. She began to move, her hips rising and falling, her body sliding up and down his length, her muscles clenching around him, milking him, drawing him deeper.
Ren stopped watching, as the evidence is already made and prepare to leave, but the sounds of their fucking was driving him insane, as if he wanted to murdered them both , he wanted to be the one fucking Alice, not Charles, he was torn between rage and desire, but he needed to leave before he does something stupid.
He quietly opened the window and climbed out, the cool night air hitting his face, he took a deep breath and started to climb down the fire escape, his heart pounding in his chest, his cock still hard and aching, he needed to relieve himself, as he reached the alleyway, he quickly made his way to his car, his mind racing with thoughts of Alice and Charles, and he needed to find a way to make them pay for this betrayal.
He knew he had the evidence he needed, but he wanted more, he wanted to humiliate them, to make them pay for every second of pleasure they had stolen from him.
Ren drove home in a daze, his mind a whirlwind of rage and desire. He couldn't shake the image of Alice with Charles, her body writhing, her moans filling the room. He had the evidence he needed, the proof of her betrayal. Now he just needed to figure out what to do with it.