BRAZEN OBSESSION[[coming soon]]

2) Did we, fuck?

When I finally managed to free myself, I laid a loud smack on Dylan's cheek as my glaring eyes tore through his damned face.
"What the hell was that?" I yelled like I intended to stir hell and its devils. "Are you high on something?"

Dylan rubbed his cheek chuckling, with his eyes giving me a condescending look. "Don't be mad, 'Mommy'. Your 'son' was only giving you a little gift to cheer you up."
His tone held no warmth at all and the way he was looking at me was not in any mother-son dimensional look. It was like a predator looking at its prey. Or a boss condescending watching an employee he deemed, useless.

It felt strange being looked at this way. It filled me with a sense of awareness I hadn't felt before.
"Don't * call me that!" I hissed and turned to grab the champagne. Without wasting another breath on the little bastard, I strode out of the kitchen breathing fire from what had just happened.

I banged the door to our bedroom for the anger had not subsided even though I had stomped my way there, caring not if I destroyed the tiles along the way.
Fuck the house! And fuck everyone in it! Except for Kate, my very loyal servant. She was the one who had gathered proof of Chris' cheating when he had denied it. If she was a man, I would have thrown myself in her arms for comfort.

While still blinded by the virgin fury boiling in my veins, I opened the bottle of champagne and began drinking straight from it.
As the minutes passed by, my mind began growing dizzy as I became drunk. I called Chris' phone multiple times, leaving stupid messages, and even crying.

It still hurt as before. This feeling of being abandoned was not one I liked experiencing that much. And the betrayal made it all so much worse.

*Bang-bang-bang*
I struck a door, impatient, drunk, and still furious. "Open this dam' do-"

It swung in, allowing me to see the person who was inside. "Lise?" Dylan called surprised. "Why are you-"

*Smack* I slapped him for the second time tonight. "You're a bastard just like your father. A cheating disloyal bastard! Why did I do to deserve you two?"

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3RD POV
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Dylan pushed his long hair back sniggering.
"Oh Lise, you shouldn't have dared to show up here like this. Do you think I can't do anything to you just because you married my dad?"

"Bas...tard! B-A-S-T-"

He sent his hand and grabbed Lise's arm before dragging her into the room and shutting the door.

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Something warm was caressing the bare skin of her back, gently ushering her to consciousness.
With a low groan, Lise rolled over, allowing the warm sensation to now fall in her stomach. "Chris?" she groaned. "What time did you..." Her words failed as the hand trying to touch the other side of the bed found nothing. It was just a cold empty space.

Slapping herself mentally, Lise pried open her eyes, welcoming the brightly lit room from the already drawn curtains.
Her body was naked and had been bathing in the glory of the sun rays falling on the bed through the glass balcony door.

Lise slowly pulled her body to sit, using the many soft pillows to cushion her back.
"Why am I naked?"
She dived into her mind, rummaging through her memories to figure out exactly how she had ended up here naked.

And as the events from the previous night replayed in her mind, her eyes bulged to infinity. "No, no. I didn't go to his room!" Lise denied rushing off the bed to look for her clothes. They must have been somewhere on the floor, right?

Yet, no matter how hard she searched for the crimson night dress she had worn, it was nowhere. As if it didn't want to even be found.
Under the bed, in the bedroom-sized closet, in the bathroom...she looked everywhere but the results didn't change. It wasn't here.
Defeated, she slumped on the bed, her mind overworking from the blurry memories.
The nightdress would have proved that she didn't go into Dylan's room for she could vaguely remember him taking it off despite her attempts to fight him off.
Now that it wasn't in her room, then it was possibly still in 'his' room.

Just as she was about to grab her phone to text him, the lock clicked right before the door opened. In stepped an exhausted male who seemed to be in his mid-thirties even though he was already forty-one.
His hair was disheveled, wine stains on his white shirt, and a few buttons were missing.

But Lise saw none of that as the red satin dress in his hand.
Her breath instantly caught up in her chest.

Chris' gaze took in his naked wife and then fell on the night dress in his raising hand. He smiled exhausted. "Are you trying to seduce me, Lise?" he asked closing the door with the heel of his foot. His eyes were gaining some trace of life as he came closer to the large bed. "You even teased me with those photos. How naughty you have become."

"Pho-photos?" Lise squealed shooting to her feet with her heart pounding in her throat. "What photos?"

Chris tossed the nightdress away and grabbed her body which was the very essence of an hourglass. One of the things that drew him to her. Even after all these years, she had managed to maintain it by her constant workouts.

"Are you trying to act innocent with me, Lise? Did you ask one of the servants to snap them?"

"Su-sure," she lied.
Playing along was the best option for her in this situation for she had no idea what was even happening.

"Ack! You're so damn cute acting like this," Chris breathed picking her up.

He then turned and laid her on the bed, using his body to trap hers underneath. "I wish I had seen them earlier, I would have rushed home hours ago. You even dared hang your dress outside to lure me. Gawd, you're acting like such a slut!" He continued murmuring while his lips left little kisses on her neck and down to her shoulder.

Lise, who should have been thrilled for the coming sex, just lay there blankly and more confused. She had done none of those things because they weren't really her style. And what photos was he talking about?

She needed answers. Which was why she couldn't concentrate even as her husband thrust and grabbed her body, fucking her with a renewed hunger that she hadn't felt in a while.
In the end, it was her that suffered from the lack of coordination with her brain to stimulate her glands, making the sex slightly painful. Chris, who had been lost in his lust, didn't realize how unfocused his wife was or the lack of proper wetness. He just fucked her for a little over fifteen minutes before he finally came.

Lise left the bed to go take a shower. Yet even the cold ester could not awaken the missing memories from her mind.

How would she face Dylan?
How would she ask him about the previous night?