His Mistress is His Ex-Wife
Chapter 24: Unfaithfulness

Chapter 24: Unfaithfulness

[ V Club... ]

"Cheers!" Sasha raised her glass of beer. She tried to be cheerful in front of Melissa and Liz. The three ladies reserved a private booth where they could have fun and get drunk to their heart’s content.

"Here’s to friendship and forgetting our troubles!" Melissa declared, raising her glass high. They clinked glasses and giggled before sipping their drinks.

A waiter stopped at their booth to gather their additional order. As Liz checked the menu, Melissa shoved Sasha’s shoulder to get her attention.

Melissa dropped her voice to a hushed tone and asked, "You are supposed to spend intimate time with him. What the hell are you doing here? Did you argue with your husband? Is it my fault?"

Sasha dismissed any speculation with a wave of her glass. "No, not at all. Just needed a breather. Dominique is exhausted, and tonight is a no-go."

Melissa heaved a sigh of relief. "Phew. Good to hear. Then try it tomorrow."

Sasha just gave her a simple nod in response.

Liz, ever the enthusiastic one, gestured for them to join her. "Ladies, come over here. There’s something I want to show you." As VIP clients of this club, their booth provided them with a bird’s-eye view of the lively scene below.

The pulsating beats of music reverberated through the crowded club, setting the rhythm for the vibrant atmosphere. People clad in stylish attire moved to the beat on the neon-lit dance floor.

"Liz, all I can see is a sea of crowd dancing on the dance floor. Do you want to join them?" Melissa giggled and sat back.

"No. Not them. Look over there. I spotted the most gorgeous guy tonight." Liz corrected them. Sasha and Melissa followed her line of sight.

In the dimly lit ambiance of the club, a strikingly handsome man commanded attention from the corner table, situated strategically close to the DJ booth. His presence, magnetic and alluring, drew gazes from intrigued onlookers, especially the ladies.

His chiseled features caught the subtle play of colored lights, casting intriguing shadows that accentuated the contours of his jawline and cheekbones. Strands of dark, perfectly styled hair fell gracefully, framing a face that seemed sculpted by an artist’s careful hand.

Clad in a sleek midnight-black suit, his jacket meticulously fitted, accentuating his broad shoulders. Beneath the jacket, he wore a crisp, tailored white shirt with perfectly aligned buttons. A black silk tie, expertly knotted, completed the look, adding a dash of enigmatic charm and a timeless sense of masculinity.

Seated with an air of confidence, he surveyed the dance floor with an intensity that hinted at a deeper intrigue beneath the surface.

"OMG! Who is that guy?! I wanna get laid by him!" Melissa exclaimed, captivated by the man’s allure.

"Hmm. I asked the waiter earlier. Apparently, he’s the club owner, known as Mr. V," Liz shared, her eyes fixated on him with a desire that matched Melissa’s. "Sorry, Mel. But I want him for myself too!"

"No! He will be mine!" Melissa insisted.

"You can’t be sure." Liz retorted.

"I wonder if he is a Dominant. As a sex doctor, I can satisfy him more than you." Melissa boasted.

However, Liz rolled her eyes at Melissa’s bold claim. "Mel, not everything is about dominance and submission, or your skills! Sometimes, it’s about connection and chemistry."

Amidst the banter between her two friends, Sasha silently observed the enigmatic man. She couldn’t deny that he possessed the kind of charm that could captivate any woman.

Sasha finally joined the conversation, "Well, whoever gets him, just make sure to share the details with me. I’m curious to know if Mr. V lives up to the hype."

The three ladies laughed as they continued to enjoy the vibrant atmosphere of the club, their attention occasionally drifting back to the mysterious Mr. V.

In no time, Melissa and Liz challenged each other in a playful competition to approach Mr. V. As the two friends headed towards his table, Sasha excused herself and made her way to the ladies’ restroom.

As she passed through the dimly lit corridor, the pulsating beat of the music faded into the background. Just as she approached the line of stalls, a strong grip seized her arm, pulling her into one of the unoccupied cubicles.

The sudden force left Sasha startled, her heart racing. Before she could scream and ask for help, the mysterious assailant closed the door behind them, trapping her in a confined space.

A hushed voice, laced with desire, spoke, "I’ve finally caught you, Babe. Did you miss me?" The tone was familiar, yet she couldn’t immediately place it. As her eyes adjusted to the dimness, she discerned the silhouette of a man, his features partially obscured by the low lighting.

After a short while, Sasha felt a mixture of surprise and nervousness as the man’s face came into focus. It was Timothy Wilson, one of the big shots in York City and the president of YJ Entertainment.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" Sasha demanded. She tried to pull away, but his grip on her arm remained firm.

Timothy leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "I couldn’t resist the temptation. I saw you from across the room, and I had to follow. You looked stunning tonight."

Sasha’s eyes widened, realizing the inappropriate nature of the situation. "Timothy, this is not the place or time. Let go of me!" She struggled to free herself from his grasp, her mind racing with a mix of discomfort and disbelief. "Have you forgotten? We had a deal! It was just a one-time thing!"

"Yes. Just a one-time thing, Sasha. But that summer remains unforgettable to me. I can still vividly recall how you beg me to fuck you so hard. The sound of your melodic moan while screaming my name as I penetrated you deep still lingers in my mind. I know you need me. Your husband can’t satisfy you." Timothy forced her to part her legs, lifting her dress as he pressed his bulge against her intimate spot.

Instead of resisting, Sasha found herself letting out a soft moan because of that sudden contact.

’Why? Why can’t Dominique fill my emptiness? Why do I have to find it with someone else?’