My Sales Champion Wife's Secrets - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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The room was completely empty except for Sophia.
She lay naked on the bed, a pink toy in her hand, moving it in slow, deliberate strokes.
When I kicked the door open, she shrieked and covered herself. "Ethan! What the hell? You couldn't knock?"
"I—uh—"
My face burned as I stumbled over my words. "Lillian said she was here. I wanted to surprise her. Shit. Sorry. I'll just... go."
I bolted downstairs, only to nearly crash into Sophia's husband at the front door. "Hey, Ethan! Stick around for a drink."
"No, thanks. My wife's not here. Gotta find her."
"Need a ride?"
"Nope!"
I waved him off, too mortified to say another word.
Guilt twisted in my gut. I'd just seen his wife in the most vulnerable way possible. Please, God, don't let her tell him—future barbecues would be unbearable.
Outside, reality hit me like a truck. Lillian had sworn she was at Sophia's, but she wasn't. So where the hell was she?
I called her again.
After an eternity, she picked up. When I pressed her, her voice wavered. "Honey, I'm sorry. I lied. I was showing a property to a client, but... it was a guy. I didn't want you to freak out. I swear, nothing happened."
My anger fizzled. "Where are you? I'll come get you."
"Central Park. Can't get a cab. Was about to walk home barefoot."
When I pulled up, Lillian was waiting by the curb, her designer heels dangling from her fingers. Her feet were raw from walking on pavement.
I sighed. "You're ridiculous, you know that? Just call me next time."
She grinned. "You're my hero!"
Back home, I filled a basin with warm water for her feet. As I massaged them, I noticed her knees were scraped red.
"Why are your knees like this?" Something didn't add up.
She flushed. "Your fault! You always make me kneel. They were still red this morning—my coworkers totally noticed. So humiliating."
Oh. Right. We had done that last night.
Since the Sophia incident, I'd been avoiding her like the plague. But she acted like nothing happened, even dropping by my place a few times.
The way she looked at me though... it was different.
If a woman was resorting to toys, maybe her husband really wasn't cutting it. Poor bastard.
Sunday rolled around fast.
Lillian had given me a heads-up about her plans, so I wasn't sweating it.
I'd be at the same event. Seeing her there would put my mind at ease.
That was priority one. Bonus? Maybe schmoozing with some investors—could be my shot at reopening the factory.
Around six, Damian swung by to pick me up.
"Big night, bro. Time to live a little. That salesgirl from last time? I asked her. You booked a room and didn't even make a move. Wasted opportunity."
"I'll... try," I muttered.
Not gonna lie—I've got needs. But screwing around? Not my style. I'd never cheat on Lillian.
"Gotta sample the menu while you're young, man. Variety's the spice of life. You'll regret playing it safe when you're old and boring," Damian said with a crude laugh.
She lay naked on the bed, a pink toy in her hand, moving it in slow, deliberate strokes.
When I kicked the door open, she shrieked and covered herself. "Ethan! What the hell? You couldn't knock?"
"I—uh—"
My face burned as I stumbled over my words. "Lillian said she was here. I wanted to surprise her. Shit. Sorry. I'll just... go."
I bolted downstairs, only to nearly crash into Sophia's husband at the front door. "Hey, Ethan! Stick around for a drink."
"No, thanks. My wife's not here. Gotta find her."
"Need a ride?"
"Nope!"
I waved him off, too mortified to say another word.
Guilt twisted in my gut. I'd just seen his wife in the most vulnerable way possible. Please, God, don't let her tell him—future barbecues would be unbearable.
Outside, reality hit me like a truck. Lillian had sworn she was at Sophia's, but she wasn't. So where the hell was she?
I called her again.
After an eternity, she picked up. When I pressed her, her voice wavered. "Honey, I'm sorry. I lied. I was showing a property to a client, but... it was a guy. I didn't want you to freak out. I swear, nothing happened."
My anger fizzled. "Where are you? I'll come get you."
"Central Park. Can't get a cab. Was about to walk home barefoot."
When I pulled up, Lillian was waiting by the curb, her designer heels dangling from her fingers. Her feet were raw from walking on pavement.
I sighed. "You're ridiculous, you know that? Just call me next time."
She grinned. "You're my hero!"
Back home, I filled a basin with warm water for her feet. As I massaged them, I noticed her knees were scraped red.
"Why are your knees like this?" Something didn't add up.
She flushed. "Your fault! You always make me kneel. They were still red this morning—my coworkers totally noticed. So humiliating."
Oh. Right. We had done that last night.
Since the Sophia incident, I'd been avoiding her like the plague. But she acted like nothing happened, even dropping by my place a few times.
The way she looked at me though... it was different.
If a woman was resorting to toys, maybe her husband really wasn't cutting it. Poor bastard.
Sunday rolled around fast.
Lillian had given me a heads-up about her plans, so I wasn't sweating it.
I'd be at the same event. Seeing her there would put my mind at ease.
That was priority one. Bonus? Maybe schmoozing with some investors—could be my shot at reopening the factory.
Around six, Damian swung by to pick me up.
"Big night, bro. Time to live a little. That salesgirl from last time? I asked her. You booked a room and didn't even make a move. Wasted opportunity."
"I'll... try," I muttered.
Not gonna lie—I've got needs. But screwing around? Not my style. I'd never cheat on Lillian.
"Gotta sample the menu while you're young, man. Variety's the spice of life. You'll regret playing it safe when you're old and boring," Damian said with a crude laugh.
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