Page 99 of The Bad Husband

We must share the same thought as he presses another button and a small light comes on in the corner, and shades quickly move across the glass, blocking the view.

He finally pulls out of me, and calmly tucks his cock into his pants.

Semen trickles to the floor as I pull my thighs closed.

He picks up my dress and panties, noticing all the buttons on the floor.

“Here,” he says, handing me my clothes. “Go upstairs, clean yourself up, and go to sleep. Do whatever you want, just don’t come here. I’ll clean this up,” he says, already reaching into a storage room, extracting a cordless vacuum cleaner and quietly sweeping all the buttons off the floor.

I toss my dress on and slide my panties up.

“Follow the emergency lights so you don’t fall on the stairs.”

“Don’t worry about me. I can see.”

I walk away from him and barely make a couple of steps when he speaks again.

“She and I are not a real couple,” he says, already finishing the job and tucking the vacuum cleaner back into the storage room.

I stare at him from the doorway.

“We used to be, but we no longer are, and that has nothing to do with you.”

His eyes glint when they meet mine.

“I’m saying this so you don’t feel guilty about this or start thinking that she has leverage over you. I don’t need to cheat on a woman. I’m not bound to anyone. I’m with the woman that I want, and that’s it. Go now.”

He tears his eyes away from me, visibly annoyed with how the whole thing turned out.

The shades begin to slide to the side, and the electricity comes on, which is my clue that I need to rush if I don’t want to run into her and face an awkward situation.

But his words again… Man, his words. Why does he always find the most tense moments to throw words like this at me?

When there is no time for a proper conversation. For asking questions. For understanding what is going on.

I dash up the stairs, as the lights come on, glowing around the house, and her voice rings on the first floor.

I take the secondary stairs so I don’t run into anyone.

There must be a reason they don’t have staff in the house at night.

There’s a reason for everything in his house.

The cameras, the remote control, his cutting off the electricity, covering the windows, locking and unlocking doors.

At a glance, his estate looks like any other expensive home. The fact that he doesn’t have an entire crew of men here makes it look normal.

It also makes it look like he’s not afraid of anyone.

Out of ordinary things must’ve happened in this house, and I bet protection systems that are far from normal guard this place.

I push the door open and hurry to the shower.

My clothes hit the tiles as I step into the shower booth and turn the water on.

My skin smells like summer, aftershave, and his release.

Smiling, I remove the smell of him from my skin and walk out a few moments later, tired and happy.