The Affair

Chapter 20.1 - Confirmation

Friday, July 8, 2022, 7:04pm

Finally home, Amy walks into her apartment and locks the door. She exhales slowly, leaving her woes at the door. Tossing her keys onto a nearby surface, she heads for the living room. Dylan is there, seated on the couch with a beckoning smile meant for her. She returns it with her own, happy to have him for the evening.

"So... how was it?" he asks, pouring a glass of wine.

She gives him a quick peck on his cheek before sitting next to him.

"God... I don't even want to talk about it. She needs help... Like, for real," she replies, taking the glass from him.

"She's okay though... right?"

"I don't know... We didn't exactly end on a good note."

His brow furrows over his worried eyes, now wondering what could have happened between them. Turning her way, he watches as Amy takes a long, steady drink from her glass, nearly downing the entirety of his pour in a single gulp. She is troubled, and it is an unusual sight to behold. He wants to ask questions, to settle his anxious mind and his concern for Fallon, but he decides to drop the matter. Instead, he grabs the bottle from the coffee table and fills what she had downed.

"So..." she starts, her curiosity written in her tone, "Did you watch the whole thing?"

"Not the whole thing. Just enough to know you were right. I have it pulled up... you know, if you want to see for yourself," he says with a curt chuckle, pulling his tablet from his bag, "We can watch it together."

Leaning forward, he sets up his device on the coffee table. With the video loaded and ready, he looks to Amy for her confirmation.

"I shouldn't watch this... but I'm so fucking curious," she debates in her mind, only to immediately succumb to the temptation, "I'm sorry, Fallon, I have to see what you need so badly." Meeting his eyes, she nods.

He nods back. "Okay... I'm skipping ahead 8 minutes though... and getting a beer," he says, rising from the couch.

***Video/Playback: 8:11/47:26***
Thursday, July 7, 2022, 6:58pm

Fallon hops from the corner of William's desk and steps toward him. He swivels, now facing her and allowing her to straddle his lap. She dips in, pushing her lips onto his. They kiss for a moment. His hands start at her waist but quickly fall lower. He squeezes her ass, then lifts her skirt. Her arms coil around his neck as she moves her hips, grinding against his crotch.

"Who's all out there still?" he asks, tasting her neck.

"No one that I could see. Mmmhn... All of the support staff is gone for sure..." she answers with teasing moans. "I think some of the other attorneys and litigators may still be working in their offices—uhhn—but it was pretty dead out there."

"Lock the door anyway. And turn off the lights," he instructs. His hand strikes her ass with a loud pop, triggering a happy giggle from her as the sound resonates in the quiet office.

"Yes, daddy!"

She rises off his lap and trots over to the door with her skirt bunched up at her waist. Doing as she's told, she locks the door and flips off the lights. He creeps silently behind her, pouncing and surprising her by tickling the sides of her waist before she could turn around. A happy squeal escapes her as she hops away from his playful fingers.

Her breasts push against him as she slips her hands over his shoulders with a gentle pull. He understands her cue. His hands grasp her skinny waist and lift her. She gives a soft squeal as she falls comfortably into his hold, feeling his hands cup her bare bottom. She wraps her arms around his neck once more as her lips and tongue crash against his.