The sun had barely risen when Rachel and Mike set off for their one-day business trip.
The conference meeting with the other company was scheduled for 9 am, and they wanted to arrive early to prepare. As they arrived at the venue, Rachel took charge, her professionalism and poise evident in every gesture. She coordinated with the organizers, ensured the necessary documents were in order, and made sure everything was in place for a productive meeting.
Throughout the day, Rachel was a whirlwind of activity, taking notes, facilitating discussions, and networking with other attendees. Mike observed her with a mixture of admiration and wariness, aware of her capabilities but also sensing an underlying tension.
As the meeting drew to a close, Rachel hovered around Mike, ensuring he had everything he needed. As they gathered their belongings to leave, Mike leaned in close and whispered, his voice low and urgent, "Whatever you're doing, Rachel, you'd better stop." His words were laced with a subtle warning, and Rachel's eyes flicked up to meet his, a spark of understanding flashing between them.
The brief exchange hung in the air, leaving Rachel wondering what Mike knew and what he wanted her to stop doing. As they exited the conference room, the tension between them was palpable, a silent understanding that added a layer of complexity to their professional relationship.
In Anabel's office, the atmosphere was lighthearted and joyful. She and the doctor were laughing and chatting, their conversation flowing easily.
Anabel's break time was a welcome respite, and she was savoring the chance to relax with a friendly face.
The door swung open without a knock, and Mike strode in, a gift clutched in his hand. His eyes scanned the room, and his gaze landed on Anabel's smiling face. For a moment, he was taken aback by the happiness radiating from her. His eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the scene before him – Anabel and the young man , their faces alight with laughter.
"Who's this?" Mike asked, his tone a shade cooler than usual. Anabel's expression didn't falter, but a hint of amusement danced in her eyes. "This is my friend, and it's my break time, so I'm allowed to entertain my guests," she replied, her voice calm and matter-of-fact.
Mike's gaze lingered on the doctor, a flicker of something akin to jealousy flashing across his face. He handed Anabel the gift he had brought, his movements economical and controlled. "This is for you," he said curtly, his eyes avoiding hers. Without another word, he turned and left, leaving Anabel and the doctor in a slightly awkward silence.
As the door closed behind Mike, Anabel's eyes met the doctor's, and they exchanged a knowing glance. The tension in the room was cold, and Anabel's smile faltered for a moment before she regained her composure.
The doctor cleared his throat, breaking the brief silence that followed Mike's departure. "Hey, Anabel, would you like to grab a coffee or something sometime?" he asked, his eyes locking onto hers with interest. Anabel's response was apologetic. "I'm really busy, to be honest. I don't know when I'll have some spare time. I close up pretty late at night."
The doctor's face didn't fall, but his eyes showed a hint of disappointment. He pleaded his case, his voice gentle. "I really would like to catch up with you sometime. Maybe we could plan something for another day?" Anabel's smile was friendly, but her tone was noncommittal. "I'll give you a call, okay?" The doctor's face brightened, and he smiled, seeming to accept her response.
As they stood up, Anabel walked him to the door, her manner courteous and polite. "It was great catching up with you," she said, her voice warm. The doctor nodded, his eyes holding hers for a moment before he turned and left. Anabel watched him go, a thoughtful expression on her face.
Mike stood outside, his eyes fixed on Anabel as she walked the young doctor out. Her smile lingered on her face, and her steps seemed light, almost carefree. Mike's expression, however, was a different story. He felt a knot forming in his stomach, a sensation he couldn't quite explain. It wasn't anger, exactly, but something akin to hurt. He didn't know what was going on within him, but he knew he wasn't fine.
As he watched Anabele laugh and chat with the doctor, Mike's feelings intensified. He felt a pang of jealousy, a sense of possessiveness he hadn't acknowledged before. The doctor's smile as he left seemed to grate on Mike, and he felt a surge of frustration.
Without thinking, Mike pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
"I need you to come pick me up," he said, his voice low and rough. He didn't wait for a response, hanging up the call and slipping the phone back into his pocket.
He couldn't shake off the feeling of unease, the sense that something was slipping away from him. As he stood there, Mike realized he needed to get out of there, to clear his head and process the emotions swirling within him.
As Mike walked away, the discomfort within him grew. He couldn't shake off the feeling of unease, the sense that something was off. Without thinking, he turned around and headed back to Anabel's office. His strides were long and purposeful, his mind made up.
As he entered her office, Anabel looked up, a hint of surprise on her face. Mike's expression was intense, his eyes locked onto hers. The air in the room seemed to vibrate with tension, and Anabel's heart skipped slightly. "Is everything okay?" she asked, her voice neutral.
Mike didn't respond immediately. Instead, he walked closer to her desk so close that she felt his heart beat, his movements deliberate. His eyes searched hers, as if looking for something he couldn't quite define. The silence between them grew thicker, heavy with unspoken emotions.
His voice was low and husky, barely above a whisper. "Can you just hug me?" he asked, his words laced with a vulnerability that was rare for him.
Anabel's expression softened, and she looked at Mike with a mix of surprise and concern. She hesitated for a moment before nodding slightly and opening her arms. Mike stepped into her embrace, wrapping his arms around her tightly. The tension in his body seemed to ease as he held her close, the warmth of her body a comforting presence.
As they stood there, the world outside melted away, and all that mattered was the connection between them. Mike's face was buried in her shoulder, and he felt a sense of calm wash over him. The hug was a balm to his frazzled nerves, a reminder of the comfort and security she brought to his life.
She kissed him but their body was sending signals.
Mike moved to the door and shut the door unbuttoned his shirt, she rushed towards him and kissed him deeper. Their body was at the same move, she sat on her desk while he kissed her thighs..
They couldn't help it but took off their clothes one after the other.
Anabel moaned and begged him not to stop…
He kept riding her, she bit her lips…
"Tell me, who's the man that was here with you, tell me"... His voice was husky and a little bit authoritative..
He went harder on her demanding an answer..
She let out a soft scream and said.. "He's nobody Mi…
Mike you're fucking me, you're going harder".. She moaned softly.
… … .. . . .
Rachel walked down the hallway, the sound of her heels taking over the floor. She reached Mike's office and, as was her habit, opened the door without knocking. The office was empty, and Rachel's eyes scanned the room, expecting to see Mike seated at his desk. But he was nowhere to be found.
She dropped the documents she had brought with her onto the chair in front of his desk, her brow furrowed in concern. It wasn't like Mike to leave without informing her or leaving a note. She wondered where he could be.
After a moment's pause, Rachel turned and left the office.
… .. . . . . . .
Mike stood there looking buttoning his shirt with swift, precise movements looking satisfied. He slipped on his trousers, adjusting the fit before zipping them up.
With a final tug on his shirt cuffs, Mike seemed to gather himself, his shoulders squaring as he prepared to face her.
Anabel's eyes remained cast downward, her gaze fixed on the floor as she began to dress. Her movements were mechanical, her fingers working to fasten buttons and zip zippers without her full attention. It was as if she was lost in thought, her mind preoccupied with the sex that happened with Mike.
As she dressed, Mike helped her.
♦
A detective accompanied by two police officers, arrived at Mike's company, seeking to discuss a pressing matter with him. As they entered the premises, they were greeted by the security team, who promptly notified Mike of the visit. The security personnel escorted the detective and the police officers to Mike's office, where they were welcomed warmly.
He offered them seats.
The detectives took seats in front of his desk, while Mike settled into his chair, his expression inquiring.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen. What can I do for you?" Mike asked, his tone professional.
The detective pulled out a photograph from his folder and slid it across the desk. "We're looking for this young man. He's been working with you, hasn't he?"
Mike's eyes narrowed as he studied the photo. A flicker of surprise crossed his face before he composed himself. "Yes, that's one of our employees. I haven't seen him in about two weeks, though."
The detective's eyes locked onto Mike's. "We believe he might be involved in some illicit activities. If you see him around, please contact us immediately."
Mike nodded, his expression serious. "Of course, Detective. I'll make sure to keep an eye out for him."
The detective and the police officers exchanged a look, their faces stern. "We appreciate your cooperation, Mr…"
"Mike of course"
" Yes Mr Mike, If you remember anything about his activities or whereabouts, please don't hesitate to reach out."
Mike's gaze lingered on the photo before he looked up. "I'll be sure to let you know if I see him. You can count on me."
With that, they departed, leaving Mike to ponder the implications of their visit.