Phoenix's Deceptress Wife

SEVEN

I still couldn't believe it. That woman knew my age and the date when we first went to Japan. I didn't even remember telling her. Back when we were kids, I had talked to her about everything happening in my life, but I never expected her to remember all those details.

"Dane, aren't you going for a drink?" Zeus asked, breaking my thoughts. We were at BCC, pampering ourselves after a week of stressful work. Each of us had our own businesses to manage, aside from our friendship in the advertising world.

"I need to finish this proposal for my boutique," Dane replied, her eyes glued to her laptop screen.

"You're a workaholic. You might as well not have come with us," Jace teased, earning a glare from Dane.

"Shut up, Jace. Drink if you want, but don't mind me. Tss!"

"Okay," he replied, rolling his eyes.

Dane owned a boutique and also managed her family's engineering and construction company, Dy's Family Enterprises. They built everything from roads to residential complexes.

Blaze ran a printing press, keeping his distance from his family's business. I owned three malls and, like Blaze, wasn't involved in my family's affairs. Zeus and Jace owned this bar, a childhood dream that finally came to fruition. With a disco, a live band, and a bar section featuring VIP rooms, they'd created an inviting atmosphere. Zeus managed the operations, while Jace invested without interest in the day-to-day.

"Hi, guys," came a voice from the entrance. We turned to see Maggie, the brat who had a crush on Blaze—or perhaps just didn't want to be rejected by him.

"What are you doing here?" Blaze frowned at her.

"Following you. Hi, Phoenix! How's married life treating you?"

"He's married, so don't flirt with him," Blaze retorted.

Maggie laughed at his comment. "You're jealous, love. You know I'm just teasing."

"Tss!"

"I'll head out first." I grabbed my coat and made my way toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Dane asked, looking up.

"Home. Maybe that woman is in trouble, and it's my fault for leaving her alone." I didn't wait for their responses.

I drove quickly, anxiety coursing through me. She was alone, and I couldn't shake the feeling that she might do something reckless in my absence. Earlier that morning, I had woken up to find her already awake, preparing breakfast. I had thought she didn't know how to cook, but whether I admitted it or not, she made the best breakfast.

I had misjudged her once again. No wonder it was easy for her to manipulate those around her. She liked to pretend, to act innocent, but she clearly knew more than she let on.

Maybe in bed, for sure. I thought. It seems like Enrique is already playing with her body.

As I entered the house, I typed in the password. Just as I opened the door, she stepped out of her room, wearing a robe and a thin dress. A towel was wrapped around her head, the scent of soap lingering in the air.

"Damn!" I hissed as my body reacted involuntarily.

"You're back. I'll just set the table and heat the food," she said, glancing my way.

"Don't bother. I'm not hungry yet."

I brushed past her, but the aroma of her body wafted around me, intensifying my desire.

"Damn," I cursed under my breath as I entered my room. I grabbed a towel and rushed to the bathroom for a shower, desperate to cool down. I could call up any number of women if I wanted, I reminded myself. I'll just shower, and then maybe I'll go out and have fun.

After a quick shower, I stepped out, but my breath caught in my throat at the sight before me. There she was, bent over, arranging my clothes. Was she trying to seduce me? If that was her plan, she was doing a damn good job.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't see you there. I was just preparing your dress for tomorrow. I'll be going now," she stammered.

I slammed the door shut, standing tall before her. "Why are you in my room?" I asked, my tone low and dangerous.

"I—I just fixed something."

"Your scent is intoxicating," I replied, stepping closer and brushing my fingers along her arm. She backed away, feigning innocence, but I wasn't fooled.

"I don't know what you mean. I should go," she insisted.

"Stop playing games, woman. But if you want to act like you don't know what I'm saying, then I'll assume you're just naïve."

"Please, let me out," she pleaded, panic flickering in her eyes.

"I want to have sex with you."

"What?" Her eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face. "No."

"We're married, aren't we?"

"But—" She didn't finish her thought before I closed the distance and kissed her. Her lips were sweet, almost addictive, but she resisted, as if she didn't know how to respond—or perhaps she was just pretending.

I pulled at the strap of her dress, letting it drop. She wore only a bra and panties, and I reveled in the sight. She covered herself, but I took her hands and pressed them against the wall, leaning into her, trapping her against it.

"Phoenix..." she whispered, covering her chest.

I ignored her protests, taking off her bra and leaning down to kiss her peaks.

"Ah!" she moaned, but I didn't stop. I pulled down her panties and traced my fingers along her femininity, feeling her wetness. She was ready, I thought, smirking. I didn't want to waste time; I needed to release the tension that was building.

"Please be gentle," she whispered, but I didn't listen. I thrust into her immediately, but felt a barrier inside. I looked down to see her eyes welling with tears.

"Fuck!" I cursed, pulling back. Is she really a virgin?

"Why didn't you say you were a virgin?" I demanded. She remained silent, so I continued, "I'll be gentle, but I need to finish." She nodded, averting her gaze.

I began to thrust slowly, careful not to hurt her more than necessary. I didn't want to keep going, but I was already too far in. I'd taken her virginity without meaning to, I thought, my thoughts spiraling. I had assumed she was experienced.

With each thrust, I tried to gauge her reactions, but she remained quiet, her eyes closed. Did she feel what I was doing to her? Did she not like it at all?

"I'm coming," I said, pulling out at the last moment. I began to stroke myself, releasing onto her stomach, the warmth of my juices spilling across her skin. I fell back beside her as she wrapped herself in a blanket.

"Where are you going?" I asked when I noticed her slowly rising.

"To my room," she replied quietly.

"Okay," I said, not bothering to ask further. It wasn't because I was now kind to her; it was simply the reality that she needed to be thankful that her husband was the first to claim her. I knew she still had feelings for that Locsin guy and would likely try to seduce him.

I closed my eyes as she left. If I had known she was a virgin, I wouldn't have rushed. I should have taken my time, enjoyed her body like a fine work of art.

Damn it! My shaft hardened again just thinking of her. She was manipulative, and now she was using her body to tempt me.

She wanted to control me, and it seemed like she was succeeding.