I couldn't sleep that night.
I kept turning from one side of the bed to the other, the sheets twisting around my legs like they were trying to trap me.
Every time I closed my eyes, my mind replayed everything — the board, the cell, the whispers, Victor's face, Aaron's worry.
Tomorrow felt like something waiting to swallow me whole.
I needed air.
Quietly, I slipped out of my room and went downstairs.
I had never really stepped into the garden since I started living here with Elena.
I used to look at it from my window sometimes — the flowers arranged perfectly, trimmed hedges, soft lights glowing at night.
It always looked peaceful from a distance.
Tonight, I needed that peace.
As I passed through the living room, I noticed Victor on a call.
His voice was low. Controlled. Serious.
"Yes. Fix it before morning," he said firmly. "I don't care what it takes."
The moment he saw me, he paused.
Then he ended the call.
I ignored him completely.
I didn't have the strength for whatever expression was on his face — disappointment, anger, pity. I had already received enough of that for one lifetime.
It was past midnight.
Elena was obviously asleep.
I pushed the garden door open and stepped outside.
The cool air wrapped around my bare arms. I folded them tightly across my chest, letting the night breeze calm the storm inside me.
A few minutes later, I heard it.
The soft click of the door behind me.
Of course.
His footsteps were slow. Measured.
I didn't turn around.
"What?" I snapped before he could speak. "Would you like to scold me too? I've already had enough from your sister. Please just let me be."
My voice trembled despite my attempt to sound strong.
"I promise I'll fix this," I added quietly.
I felt his hand on my arm.
Firm.
Warm.
He turned me to face him.
That was dangerous.
His eyes weren't cold tonight.
They weren't distant.
They were searching.
"Leave me alone," I whispered, but my voice had already broken.
"It's just the two of us here," he said softly.
His hands moved to my cheeks.
And something inside me shattered.
I fell into his arms.
I didn't plan to.
I didn't want to.
But I did.
I cried the way I had been holding it in for days. My hands fisted into his shirt as my shoulders shook.
"I know you're disappointed in me," I choked.
He exhaled slowly.
"You could be reckless," he murmured quietly. "But you're not a criminal."
The words stunned me.
Victor had never been this gentle.
Never this close without tension.
He had always pushed me away.
Every time I reached for him, he reminded me of my place.
A distraction.
A mistake.
Something temporary.
But tonight…
He held me like I mattered.
And that scared me more than anger ever could.
I pulled back suddenly.
No.
I had Aaron now.
I didn't need half-love and late-night softness.
"Go to your wife," I whispered.
He ignored that.
Instead, he sat down on the stone bench in the garden and watched me quietly.
"Do you remember how we met?" he asked after a moment.
I laughed bitterly.
"How could I forget? You paid me off like a whore."
The memory still burned.
He actually smiled faintly.
"I've always wanted to apologize for that night," he said.
I froze.
Victor… apologizing?
He looked away toward the flowers.
"You're important to me, Alyssa."
The air felt thinner.
Was I dreaming?
He was sitting.
I was standing in front of him.
Slowly, his arms circled my waist.
"Do I still mean anything to you?" he asked, looking up at me.
I didn't know the answer.
My heart and my pride were fighting.
"Are you okay, Victor?" I asked instead.
He bowed his head slightly.
"Of course," he said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Just work pressure."
And now I'm part of that pressure, I thought.
I gently removed his arms from my waist.
But something dark inside me stirred.
The part of me that wanted to feel wanted.
The part of me that had always craved this softness from him.
Seeing him vulnerable did something to my senses.
I shouldn't have.
I knew I shouldn't have.
But I signaled toward the house.
"We can… finish talking upstairs," I said quietly.
He hesitated.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
I nodded.
Shamelessly.
I walked ahead.
I could hear his footsteps behind me.
And with every step toward my room, I knew I wasn't just walking upstairs.
I was walking back into something I had sworn to leave behind.
The door to my room closed behind us with a soft, final click.
The hallway light was off.
Everything else was shadow—deep, velvet dark that swallowed details and left only shapes, only feeling.
Victor didn't speak. Neither did I.
For a moment I felt like I was betraying not just Elena now, Aaron too.
But I shoved the thoughts off. I didn't want to think. I wanted to feel.
Victor stepped closer until the space between us disappeared. His hand found my back first, his finger moved warmly through the thin cotton of my nightdress.
Then the other rose to cradle the nape of my neck, as his fingers threaded gently into my hair, tilting my face up to his
He kissed me softly at first, I felt the heat, the tension, I could feel it all.
I knew I would regret this but this time, I needed warmth ,I needed to feel him.
His kisses got rougher, his tongue went deep into my throat and I took it in.
I moaned into his mouth. "Mmm…"
My hands grabbed his shirt and quickly pulled it off.
His skin a was hot and his muscles were so hard .
I felt his cock already stiff, pressing against my stomach through his pants.
He gently pushed me to the bed.
I fell back and threw my legs wide open.
He pulled my nightdress up and threw it away.
My pussy was wet already.
Bare.
He stared into my pussy, "Fuck, you're dripping," he whispered.
I reached for his belt. I opened it quickly.
I dragged his pants down.
His cock sprang out.
Thick. Long. Hard.
Veins pulsing. Tip shiny.
I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it slowly.
He groaned. "Ahh… yes…, i need you lys."
His hips pushed forward into my hand as he climbed over me.
His knees were between my thighs.
He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my wet clit. Like he was teasing it slowly.
I whimpered. "Please… inside…" then he pushed it in.
One hard thrust. Deep. All the way.
I cried out. "Ohhh God Victor!"
So full. Stretched tight around him.
He didn't wait.
He pulled out slowly… almost all the way…
Then slammed back in. Hard.
Long, deep thrust.
My tits bounced.
I moaned loudly. "Ahh! Fuck… yes!"
Then continued in that rhythm. Out slow. In hard.
Long strokes. Every time he bottomed out, his balls slapped my ass.
I grabbed his back, digging my nails into them.
"Harder… please…"
He sped up, I heard his hot moans as he continued.
Long thrusts. Powerful.
In… out… in… out…
Each one deep. Each thrust made me shake.
My pussy squeezed him tightly. Wet sounds filling the room.
Slap… slap… slap…
He leaned down and placed his mouth on my neck biting it softly.
Then his tongue went lower searching my nipples, he sucked unto it for a bit as i pressed onto his head to eat it deeper, he sucked my nipple hard.
I arched. "Mmm… ohhh…"
His tongue went down to my belly button circling it, then his hand went between my pussy.
Fingers on my clit. Rubbing in fast circles.
While he kept fucking me. Long. Deep. Relentless.
We were sweating to the bang.
My legs shook.
I cum hard.
"Ohhh fuck! I'm cuming!"
My pussy clenched tight around his cock. Pulsing. Squeezing.
Waves crashing through me.
I moaned loudly. Body jerking.
He didn't stop he kept thrusting. Long. Hard.
Through my orgasm.
I whimpered. "Too much… ahh…"
But he kept going.
Faster now.
Deeper.
His breathing was rough. "You feel so good…"
My second one came quickly.
Even stronger.
Clit throbbing under his fingers.
Pussy gripping him like a fist.
I screamed softly.
"Coming again! Ohhh God… Victor!"
He groaned loudly. "Fuck… I'm close…"
His thrusts got wild.
Short. Hard. Deep.
Then one last long push.
All the way in.
He exploded.
Hot cum shooting inside me.
Pulse after pulse.
Filling me up.
His body shook. "Ahhh… yes…"
He collapsed on me.
Still inside.
Cock twitching.
My pussy still fluttering around him.
Sweat everywhere.
Breathing heavy.
He kissed my shoulder softly now.
We stayed like that.
Connected.
Wet.
Messy.
No words for a while, then Victor's voice cut through the heavy silence first.
"I've missed this," he said low, his breath still ragged against my neck.
Then quieter, almost broken: "I need you now… more than ever."
The words landed like ice water on my skin.
Guilt crashed in fast, as my mind drifted back to Aaron's messages I never answered.
What the hell had I just done?
I pushed against his chest. Hard.
Got out from under him.
Stood up naked, legs shaky, cum still warm between my thighs.
"I'm going out with Aaron," I said.
Victor stayed on the bed a second longer.
Then he sat up slowly.
His eyes changed—darkened.
Not soft anymore. Something possessive. Angry. Hungry.
"You have a wife," I continued, grabbing my nightdress from the floor, pulling it over my head quickly. "You have a life. A family. It's only fair I try to build mine with someone who can be fully mine. Someone i dont have to hide or feel guilty about after fucking."
He stood up too. Naked. Tall. Still hard.
He stepped close,
Too close.
Stared straight into my eyes.
A slow, dangerous smirk curled his lips.
"You'll never get over me, Alyssa."
The words hit like a slap.
He didn't wait for me to answer.
He just bent down, picked up his clothes from the floor.
Pulled on his pants. Buttoned his shirt.
He gave me one last look—long, burning—then turned.
Walked to the door.
Opened it.
And left.
The door clicked shut behind him.
I stood there alone.
Shocked.