SYN

8.

I just helped a man cheat on his wife. I just helped a man cheat on his wife.

I just helped a fucking man cheat on his wife!

But it felt damn good.

He wouldn't be cheating on his wife if she knew how to please her man.

I was currently in my hotel room a robe, and my hair was in big curlers.

After mind blowing sex with Drew he told me that there was a business dinner.

I decided to wear the white dress I brought along with my dark purple heels, and fish net leggings.

They weren't full fish net legging they connected to some other lingerie, and my lace panties.

I snugged into a strapless bra, then the dress. I let the curlers out my hair falling into big curls around me.

Finishing my look with some purple lipstick I grabbed my clutch then walked out.

What was he going to say?

Was he going to go all bipolar?

His door clicked open, and he came out.

His dark black hair was combed back, and I could see his face.

Everything actually. There was stuff I never noticed before like the small mole above his eyebrow, or the small cut on his forehead. The small box around his mouth was cleanly tapered.

He had on a black suit, and from what it looked like it was fully silk.

"Well don't you look nice." I tease, and he smiles, an actual smile.

"Yeah, and for the first time ever you don't look like a whore." He says as we walk towards the door.

I sigh because hell it was true!

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The drive there was quiet, and just plain boring, but once we got there I had butterflies in my stomach. Why was I nervous?

The restaurant was beautiful everything was just perfect. There was a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and circular tables randomly scattered around the restaurant.

"We have a private room." He says as we walk to the back of the restaurant.

There were men already in the room, and the only chairs left were two on the other side of the table.

It was the same man from the meeting along with some other guy.

"If you don't mind we already ordered." The man said, and Drew just shrugged.

I sat down next to Drew as they just talked about business stuff.

Every now, and then I would listen just to make it look like I cared, but besides that. I was completely bored I'm glad the food finally came because I was literally about to start daydreaming.

"So what's your name?" I looked up at the unfamiliar man.

"Sydney Mitchell." I said bluntly.

"No nickname?"

I looked over at Drew who just stared at me back.

"Ugh...Syn." I said picking at the piece of steak on my plate. Both men erupted into laughter.

Yeah its funny.

"Syn as in Sin. In the Bible sin?" The man asks, and I nod.

Hold your tongue.