My Sales Champion Wife's Secrets - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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The realization made my skin crawl. "Did Damian buy a property through you?" I blurted out.
"Of course!" She flashed a knowing grin. "He put down a $5,000 deposit—said he'd sign the contract as long as you had fun. Standard industry hustle. Our top seller moves dozens of properties a month thanks to this trick." Her eyes dropped to my belt. "You're tense. Need help relaxing?"
Before I could react, she was on her knees, fingers working at my buckle.
I caught her wrists. "Hard pass. Tell Damian we did it. You'll still get your commission."
She licked her lips, eyeing my obvious struggle. "Seriously? Not even a little tempted?"
"Dead serious. I've got things to handle."
I barely wrestled my zipper up before bolting—but my mind was already racing.
Lillian.
If agents were closing deals like this, what if she got pulled into it?
Then it hit me: Sophia was a top performer too. Had she played this game?
My gut twisted. I speed-dialed Lillian.
Thank God she answered—already heading home with Sophia.
I paced our apartment lobby until their cab arrived. Sophia shot me a smirk. "Damn, can't leave your wife alone for an hour? Lillian, if he's too much for you, call me. Sisters share everything, right?"
Lillian giggled, shoving her. "Keep your 'miracle grow' for your own garden. My man only fertilizes my soil!"
Jesus. Sophia's filthy humor was rubbing off on her.
The second our door closed, I pinned Lillian to the couch. Every ounce of pent-up frustration poured into her. Afterward, she lay breathless, cheeks flushed. "You animal! I didn't even shower! What's gotten into you?"
I nipped her ear. "Blame that skirt, vixen. Now escort your king to the bath."
"As you command!"
Lillian's first month in real estate went smoothly. Sophia often drove her back, or I'd pick her up on my delivery bike—always changing into something presentable first to spare her pride.
But then things shifted.
Late nights piled up. Tonight, 11:23 PM—no answer.
My third call went to Sophia.
"Mm—Lillian? She's—ah—here," Sophia panted. A rustle, then Lillian's voice, strained: "Ethan… working late at Sophia's. What? No, just… yoga."
The hairs on my neck stood up.
Damian's text arrived as I hung up:
"Bro. Threesomes are god-tier. Just wrecked two Realtor BFFs. One's hubby called mid-ride—made me pound her harder. Almost got caught. 😈"
Realtor best friends.
I'd just called Lillian.
My hands shook as I opened the video.
Damian's muscular frame dominated the screen, driving into a pale, writhing woman—
"Of course!" She flashed a knowing grin. "He put down a $5,000 deposit—said he'd sign the contract as long as you had fun. Standard industry hustle. Our top seller moves dozens of properties a month thanks to this trick." Her eyes dropped to my belt. "You're tense. Need help relaxing?"
Before I could react, she was on her knees, fingers working at my buckle.
I caught her wrists. "Hard pass. Tell Damian we did it. You'll still get your commission."
She licked her lips, eyeing my obvious struggle. "Seriously? Not even a little tempted?"
"Dead serious. I've got things to handle."
I barely wrestled my zipper up before bolting—but my mind was already racing.
Lillian.
If agents were closing deals like this, what if she got pulled into it?
Then it hit me: Sophia was a top performer too. Had she played this game?
My gut twisted. I speed-dialed Lillian.
Thank God she answered—already heading home with Sophia.
I paced our apartment lobby until their cab arrived. Sophia shot me a smirk. "Damn, can't leave your wife alone for an hour? Lillian, if he's too much for you, call me. Sisters share everything, right?"
Lillian giggled, shoving her. "Keep your 'miracle grow' for your own garden. My man only fertilizes my soil!"
Jesus. Sophia's filthy humor was rubbing off on her.
The second our door closed, I pinned Lillian to the couch. Every ounce of pent-up frustration poured into her. Afterward, she lay breathless, cheeks flushed. "You animal! I didn't even shower! What's gotten into you?"
I nipped her ear. "Blame that skirt, vixen. Now escort your king to the bath."
"As you command!"
Lillian's first month in real estate went smoothly. Sophia often drove her back, or I'd pick her up on my delivery bike—always changing into something presentable first to spare her pride.
But then things shifted.
Late nights piled up. Tonight, 11:23 PM—no answer.
My third call went to Sophia.
"Mm—Lillian? She's—ah—here," Sophia panted. A rustle, then Lillian's voice, strained: "Ethan… working late at Sophia's. What? No, just… yoga."
The hairs on my neck stood up.
Damian's text arrived as I hung up:
"Bro. Threesomes are god-tier. Just wrecked two Realtor BFFs. One's hubby called mid-ride—made me pound her harder. Almost got caught. 😈"
Realtor best friends.
I'd just called Lillian.
My hands shook as I opened the video.
Damian's muscular frame dominated the screen, driving into a pale, writhing woman—
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