His Mistress is His Ex-Wife
Chapter 12: Intimacy

Chapter 12: Intimacy

"Sigh! I feel bad for Sabrina. She has to do these things. Can’t I just bring all the mob here, kidnap Dominique and Sasha... torture them before killing them?" Lanny was having a monologue, talking to herself as she scanned the photos on her camera. Those were the shots of Sabrina and Dominique being intimate with each other.

The scene in the dining area was real. But the shots on the bed were scripted. They did it while Dominique was asleep.

These photos would play a big role in breaking the trust between the married couple– Sasha and Dominique. They would reveal those photos at the right moment.

Lanny checked the time on her phone. It’s already 5:45 am. She still needed to take one last shot today– a shot showing Dominique leaving Sabrina’s hotel suite. She was waiting for Sabrina’s go signal.

"I guess... Sabrina didn’t sleep. Oh, my poor girl." Lanny tossed her camera to the side as she gazed at the wall. She was occupying the room opposite Sabrina’s suite.

"I wonder what she is doing there right now. Is that bastard still asleep? Grrrrh. I want to kick him out already so that my Sabrina can finally find peace. She needs to sleep and rest."

She was still talking to herself when her phone rang. Her brows knitted into a deep frown when she saw the Caller ID. Her coldhearted brother, Vladimir, kept calling her since last night.

Sabrina was the reason why Vladimir kept contacting her. He hated the idea that Sabrina would spend a night with the winning bidder. He was about to explode from too much jealousy. Furthermore, his sister didn’t even update him, refusing to answer his calls.

However, this time Vladimir sent her a threatening message.

[ Lanny Ivankov! If you won’t answer the phone now, I will spread your embarrassing photo when you are in grade school. I’ll send this to all our branch leaders to tarnish your reputation! You will be the laughingstock in our Mafia Organization. ]

Lanny was riled up by his message and so, she finally answered the call. "Damn, You crazy cold-hearted jerk! I’ll beat you into a pulp once I see you! How dare you threaten me like this!" she yelled at him over the phone.

"How dare you ignore my calls," Vladimir spat back at her.

"Because I’m busy! I’m helping your Goddess Athena! And I am securing her safety, just as you requested me to do. I’m keeping an eye on her, okay? Now, satisfied?!" she retorted, making Vladimir unable to refute.

Vladimir knew that Lanny was helping Athena for her revenge. But he didn’t know the whole plan. If he learned that Sabrina aka Athena, was trying to seduce a man and become a mistress, Vladimir would surely intervene with their plan.

He would rather mobilize his gang to assassinate Dominique, Sasha, and the Williams rather than letting Athena become a mistress!

"So how’s Athena?" Vladimir’s usual cold voice softened as he mentioned Sabrina’s name.

"She’s still sleeping," she lied. "She’s exhausted after performing three songs in Circles’ event and after entertaining the Winning Bidder. But all in all, she’s fine." she elaborated to make her lie sound more convincing.

’Sorry, Bro. I have to lie. Otherwise, you might turn York City into a living hell.’ Lanny chewed on her lower lip at that thought. She knew what he was capable of doing.

"How about the kids? What are they doing? " Lanny immediately changed the subject.

"Do you have to ask? Of course, they are sleeping at this hour." His tone had a hint of mockery as if he was telling her that she asked a very stupid question.

Lanny just rolled her eyes skyward. "Fine! I’m hanging up now. Don’t call me again. The ringing tone might wake up your sleeping goddess!" she immediately pressed the end call button.

*****

Meanwhile, in the opposite room, Dominique has finally woken up. As he opened his eyes, he was met with the sight of Sabrina’s sleeping figure, nestled comfortably in his embrace.

He frowned as memories of last night kept flooding in his mind. He was utterly disappointed when Athena’s face was revealed. He was not the woman he was looking for.

"She’s not Sabrina..." Dominique murmured.

He was about to push Sabrina away from his body when she suddenly opened her eyes, greeting him with a warm charming smile. "Good morning, Mr. Smith," she said sweetly, wrapping her arm around his body.

But Dominique regarded her with a scornful gaze, his displeasure evident as he removed her hand. "Last night, you spiked my drink, didn’t you?" His stern cold voice was filled with accusation.

Sabrina emitted a soft giggle. "Hmm, so Mr. Smith, is this your way of evading responsibility? Making excuses," she quipped, attempting to manipulate him with her words, neither confirming nor denying her involvement in spiking his drink.

"I believe nothing happened between us. Except for the kiss. After that, I passed out." He insisted, not allowing himself to be deceived by this seductress.

He knew his body! He couldn’t even get hard even if a woman touched and sucked his cock. This abnormality in his body manifested after Sabrina’s death, making it impossible for him to engage in any sexual activity. So there was no way he had sex with her.

"Are you sure?" Sabrina teasingly tugged the blanket down, revealing their partially undressed bodies.

Dominique’s attention wavered as he caught sight of her alluring figure and beautifully contoured breasts. The same physical tension from the previous night began to build between them.

Lost in a trance, Dominique was unprepared for Sabrina’s bold move. Her hand glided down, seizing his manhood beneath the blanket. She gently squeezed and caressed his shaft, running her hand up and down its length with deliberate sensuality.

Her touch carried a tantalizing rhythm, stirring a mix of sensations within Dominique’s body. The room seemed to pulse with an electric tension as Sabrina continued her bold exploration, her movements calculated to elicit a response from him.

Dominique was caught off guard by her sudden advances. And for some unknown reason, he could feel some familiarity with her touch, awakening his arousal he hadn’t felt in years.

’What the fuck?! My cock is getting hard.’ He gasped in surprise.