The next morning, Julian and Lily woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. They stretched and yawned, their bodies entwined as they lay in bed. The morning light streaming through the window highlighted the peaceful atmosphere in the room.
As they slowly got out of bed, they exchanged gentle smiles. The tension that once plagued their relationship seemed to be fading away, replaced by a sense of hope and new beginnings. They began their day with a sense of optimism, eager to see what the future held for them.
"Good morning," Julian said, his voice low and husky, as he wrapped his arms around Lily's waist.
"Good morning," Lily replied, her voice soft and gentle, as she leaned into his embrace.
Together, they started their day, ready to face whatever challenges came their way, side by side.
As they took turns brushing their teeth, the morning routine felt almost domestic, a sense of normalcy washing over them. Julian smiled at Lily as she handed him the toothpaste, their eyes meeting in a fleeting moment of connection.
After they finished, they rinsed their faces and headed downstairs for breakfast. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and toast filled the air, and Lily's stomach growled in anticipation. Julian chuckled and pulled out a chair for her, his gesture a small but meaningful sign of affection.
As they sat down to eat, the atmosphere was relaxed, the silence between them comfortable. They savored their breakfast, enjoying each other's company, and the promise of a new day.
After they finished their breakfast, Julian headed out to get into his car. Lily waved goodbye as he drove off. Just as she was about to turn back inside, a woman appeared at the doorstep. It was clear that she had a connection to Julian, and Lily's instincts told her that this woman was someone significant in Julian's life outside of their marriage.
What are you looking for her? In fact get out these is my husband's house."
Sophia's laughter was mocking, and Lily felt a surge of anger. "You think you can just waltz in here and...?" Lily's voice trailed off as Sophia's smile grew wider.
"Oh, this isn't about me 'waltzing in'," Sophia said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "It's about Julian's... arrangements. You see, he's been quite... generous with me."
Lily's face burned with humiliation and rage. She took a step forward, her voice low and menacing. "Get out. Now."
The air was thick with tension as Sophia seemed to consider Lily's words before shrugging and turning to leave. As she walked away, she called out over her shoulder, "Julian will be hearing about this."
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Sophia stormed into the office building, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She breezed past the receptionist, who tried to intercept her.
"Ma'am, you can't just—"
Sophia didn't slow down, her eyes fixed on the conference room door. She burst in, and the room fell silent. Julian's eyes locked onto hers, a mixture of surprise and annoyance crossing his face.
The meeting attendees shifted uncomfortably, sensing the tension. Julian's voice was low and controlled. "Excuse us for a moment, gentlemen."
The room emptied quickly, leaving Julian and Sophia alone. "What are you doing here?" Julian asked, his tone firm but wary.
Sophia's smile was sweet, but her eyes flashed with anger. "You didn't tell me about the little wife at home. I had to find out for myself."
The fire in his office burned low, its glow casting sharp lines across the shelves of books and scattered papers. Outside, the night rain had faded into a damp hush, but inside the air was thick — heavy with something unsaid.
She stood near his desk, her silhouette framed by the soft lamplight. The mistress — the woman who had shared his nights before he was wed — was beautiful in a way that made his chest tighten. Dark hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, her dress hugging every curve he knew too well.
He closed the door behind him, exhaling slowly as he studied her. She didn't speak, but the look in her eyes said enough: a simmering mix of hurt, hunger, and possessiveness that thrilled him more than he'd ever admit.
He stepped closer, the click of his boots on the polished floor echoing in the hush. "You're upset," he said, his voice low, almost amused.
She lifted her chin, her eyes glittering. "You didn't tell me." Her words were soft but laced with steel. "You could have warned me."
A faint, regretful smile tugged at his lips as he reached for her, his fingers grazing her bare shoulder where her dress had slipped slightly. "You're right. I should have told you." His thumb stroked her collarbone, and he felt the way she shivered beneath his touch. "Forgive me."
He let his eyes roam down her body — the swell of her breasts above the tight bodice, the curve of her hips, the slender length of her throat. Even now, fresh from his wife's bed, he felt the familiar spark that only this woman ignited: reckless, dangerous, forbidden.
"You knew I'd come," she said, her voice softer now, her lips parting as his hand slid down her side. "You wanted me to."
He didn't deny it. His thumb traced the curve of her waist, his other hand sliding to the small of her back, pressing her closer. The scent of her perfume — warm, musky, enticing — filled his senses, mixing with the faint taste of guilt that he pushed aside as easily as a stray thought.
"I shouldn't want you like this," he murmured, his mouth brushing her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "But look at you… standing there, waiting for me. How could I not?"
She gasped when his hand cupped her breast through the thin fabric, her nipples hardening instantly under his palm. He felt her melt against him, felt the old, wicked spark flare back to life — a reminder that for all the softness of his new bride, this was something darker. Something raw.
His mouth hovered over hers, but he didn't kiss her yet. Instead, he drew back just enough to see her eyes — pupils blown wide, lips parted in that delicious mix of defiance and need.
"I won't keep you waiting long," he promised,