Chapter 1: Introduction
Angela white was getting fucked by elisabeths Olsen's husband Throbbing beats, pulsating bodies. The scent of alcohol and sweat wafted through the air like an all-consuming perfume. A neon rainbow arched over the dance floor, casting a glow over the gyrating crowd. It was the typical Hollywood nightclub where everyone came to see and be seen.
Elizabeth Olsen and her husband were in town, the gorgeous couple rarely making a public appearance together. She was an accomplished businesswoman, her sharp eyes missing nothing and her presence radiating experience. But her husband still cheats on her , Angela thought to herself with a raised brow. She couldn't help but feel a thrill, spotting her opportunity.
After another hour of dancing and exchanging drinks, their bodies brushed against one another with more frequency. He was clearly attracted to her, but held himself back slightly, out of respect for his wife. Angela loved a challenge, and her determination only grew with every furtive glance and fleeting touch.
She leaned into his ear, her voice low and seductive. "I'm not much for crowds. Would you mind if we went somewhere a little quieter?"
David Olsen hesitated, his conscience warring with his desires. Finally, he nodded and gestured for the exit. The darkness outside felt like a welcome respite from the chaos of the nightclub. They stepped into a nearby alley, the shadows concealing their rendezvous.
She pressed herself against him, her curves molding to his body like a second skin.
His hands trailed up her sides, hesitating at the swell of her breasts before coming to rest at her waist. Angela felt his intake of breath, knew he was fighting an internal battle. "Why are you doing this?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. The question caught her off-guard.
She tilted her head back, her gaze meeting his. His eyes were filled with turmoil and guilt, his expression begging for an answer she didn't have. She couldn't explain it, couldn't put the reckless excitement she felt into words. Screw that skinny bitch you call your wife and fuck me here , in this dark alley, like you mean it. Instead, she simply smiled. He deserved an answer, wanted a reason to carry on with her.
“Life is too short,” she said, her voice leaving no room for questions, her lips brushing against his throat. “Why waste it doing what you’re supposed to?”
David’s heart thundered in his chest, the sound matching the beat of the nightclub a few feet away. He knew he should leave, walk back to his wife, tell her that he needed a moment and maybe they could work things out.
But the pull from Angela, the way her lips pressed against his skin, how she whispered in his ear, it captivated him.
Without a second thought, his hands snaked around her waist, tugging her closer. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, beckoning him to take the plunge. One taste wouldn’t hurt, and then they could end this thing. That was the story he told himself, the mantra he repeated in his head as he claimed her lips.
Angela met his kiss with gusto, her tongue darting out to taste him.
David succumbed to the urge to explore her mouth, feeling the heat of their passion explode within him. As their kiss deepened, Angela trailed her hands down his back, pressing her body against his. Feeling her hot breath and eager lips against him, David could no longer resist. His hands drifted up from her waist, tracing the curve of her hips as he pulled her close.
With a growl, David captured Angela's bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently. Angela moaned into the Kiss, her body writhing against his.
She dug her fingernails into his Back, He groaned into her Mouth. Their hips ground against each other, and Angela felt the bulge in David's pants press against her through her own clothing. The temptation was irresistible, and Angela knew that she had him under her Spell.
Just as they were about to take things further, Angela pulled away, breaking the Kiss. "Wait," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
David looked confused, and Angela could see the question in his eyes. But she merely smiled and placed a finger on his lips.
"Shh," she whispered. She glanced around the alley, making sure no one was watching. The last thing she wanted was for their secret rendezvous to be exposed. "I want you, David. But not like this."
David looked taken aback, his confusion clear on his face. "But, um, I thought-"
Angela raised a hand to his cheek, cutting him off. "I know what you thought," she said, her voice soft. "But we deserve better than this. A quick fuck in an alleyway? It's not worth it. No i want you fucking in your wifes bed , in public, on your desk. It's a power play Angela thought with a sneer.
But David seemed to be in a trance, unsure of himself as he stared at Angela, not moving a muscle. She took advantage of his confusion and pulled him closer, running her hands up and down his torso, tracing the muscles in his arms and the chiseled abs that peeked from underneath his shirt.
David let out a low growl, his body reacting to her touch and his desire consuming him.