Temptation from My Husband's Brother - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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"I'm so sorry, Alice. I forgot we're not at my place..."
Shane Roland's face burned crimson as he snatched up a towel, barely covering himself before bolting into the guest bedroom. I stood there, frozen, my mind wiped blank—except for the searing image of his sculpted body burned into my thoughts.
My cheeks on fire, I rushed into the bathroom and locked the door, splashing cold water on my face again and again until the heat finally faded.
When I stepped out, Shane was dressed and had set the table with an impressive spread. I hadn't pegged him as the cooking type.
"Alice, I checked with Zach—he's working late, so it's just us. Lily's out too."
My stomach growled at the sight of braised sea bass, garlic butter prawns, and stir-fried beef. Every bite was incredible—better than anything I'd had in ages.
When Shane handed me a bowl of rice, a dangerous thought flickered through my mind: This could almost be our life. Our marriage.
A man like Shane—gorgeous, built, and shockingly domestic—was every woman's fantasy.
Through dinner, my mind kept drifting back to his body, stirring something restless and hungry inside me.
Zach didn't stagger in until after eleven, collapsing into bed the second he walked in. Any hope of intimacy died when his snores filled the room, leaving me simmering with frustration.
Meanwhile, Lily returned from her shower, and soon the walls trembled with their muffled moans.
"Lily, quiet. We're at Zach's place..."
"Shane, please... I can't—"
It wasn't until dawn that the noise finally stopped.
Lying beside my oblivious husband, the night's torment left me wired and aching. My mind replayed Shane's body—every hard line, every flex. Being with him would be... intense.
The thought sent heat rushing through me, only deepening my frustration.
As the days passed, Zach and I fought more, my resentment growing.
Then Friday night, Zach came home with a bonus and a bracelet, grinning as he suggested a night out at a lounge bar. "Trust me," he whispered, "I've got something exciting planned."
Curiosity piqued, I agreed.
The lounge was packed with Zach's friends. Shane and Lily sat close, their chemistry electric. Watching Lily boldly climb into Shane's lap sent a sharp pang of envy through me.
After a few drinks, Zach smirked. "Meet me in the restroom later."
I nodded, pulse quickening.
By then, Shane and Lily were tipsy, stumbling out of the booth together.
Once Zach left, I downed another glass of wine before weaving toward the dimly lit restroom.
I hadn't seen which stall Zach entered—but I did see Shane slip into the last one.
A reckless idea took hold.
What if I walked into Shane's instead?
The door was slightly open. Heart hammering, I peeled off my safety shorts, hiked up my skirt, and stepped inside.
A strong arm yanked me in—and I let it.
Shane Roland's face burned crimson as he snatched up a towel, barely covering himself before bolting into the guest bedroom. I stood there, frozen, my mind wiped blank—except for the searing image of his sculpted body burned into my thoughts.
My cheeks on fire, I rushed into the bathroom and locked the door, splashing cold water on my face again and again until the heat finally faded.
When I stepped out, Shane was dressed and had set the table with an impressive spread. I hadn't pegged him as the cooking type.
"Alice, I checked with Zach—he's working late, so it's just us. Lily's out too."
My stomach growled at the sight of braised sea bass, garlic butter prawns, and stir-fried beef. Every bite was incredible—better than anything I'd had in ages.
When Shane handed me a bowl of rice, a dangerous thought flickered through my mind: This could almost be our life. Our marriage.
A man like Shane—gorgeous, built, and shockingly domestic—was every woman's fantasy.
Through dinner, my mind kept drifting back to his body, stirring something restless and hungry inside me.
Zach didn't stagger in until after eleven, collapsing into bed the second he walked in. Any hope of intimacy died when his snores filled the room, leaving me simmering with frustration.
Meanwhile, Lily returned from her shower, and soon the walls trembled with their muffled moans.
"Lily, quiet. We're at Zach's place..."
"Shane, please... I can't—"
It wasn't until dawn that the noise finally stopped.
Lying beside my oblivious husband, the night's torment left me wired and aching. My mind replayed Shane's body—every hard line, every flex. Being with him would be... intense.
The thought sent heat rushing through me, only deepening my frustration.
As the days passed, Zach and I fought more, my resentment growing.
Then Friday night, Zach came home with a bonus and a bracelet, grinning as he suggested a night out at a lounge bar. "Trust me," he whispered, "I've got something exciting planned."
Curiosity piqued, I agreed.
The lounge was packed with Zach's friends. Shane and Lily sat close, their chemistry electric. Watching Lily boldly climb into Shane's lap sent a sharp pang of envy through me.
After a few drinks, Zach smirked. "Meet me in the restroom later."
I nodded, pulse quickening.
By then, Shane and Lily were tipsy, stumbling out of the booth together.
Once Zach left, I downed another glass of wine before weaving toward the dimly lit restroom.
I hadn't seen which stall Zach entered—but I did see Shane slip into the last one.
A reckless idea took hold.
What if I walked into Shane's instead?
The door was slightly open. Heart hammering, I peeled off my safety shorts, hiked up my skirt, and stepped inside.
A strong arm yanked me in—and I let it.
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