His Mistress is His Ex-Wife
Chapter 25: Fight

Chapter 25: Fight

Sasha didn’t mean to cheat on Dominique. She deeply loved her husband. However, she found herself drawn to Timothy Wilson, a charming bachelor, succumbing to her own desires and vulnerabilities as a woman in need.

It was just a one-time thing, yet it was great sex! She slept with him because Timothy Wilson was a guy who didn’t want commitment. No strings attached, just pure sex!

"Timothy, stop this. You are drunk," Sasha struggled against his arms.

But Timothy pressed his body against hers further, making her feel his erection. "Oh yeah... I’m intoxicated by your beauty, Mrs. Smith." His lips nibbled on her earlobe as his hand ventured to her breast, squeezing and groping it.

In response, Sasha bit her lip, stifling a moan. Before she could stop him, Timothy’s fingers slipped beneath her underwear, caressing her sex. She was already wet by his mere touch, his fingers playfully sliding up and down her slit.

"Stop resisting, Sasha. I know you want this. Your body never lies." Timothy whispered, tracing his tongue along her neckline.

’No! I can’t do this.’ Sasha screamed in her mind, thinking about Dominique.

Since Timothy finally loosened his grip on her body, Sasha seized the chance to push him. With all her might, she shoved him to the side and hurriedly stepped out of the cubicle, running away as far as she could.

"Damn!" Timothy slammed his fist against the steel door of the cubicle after Sasha disappeared from his sight. "I thought I could have some fun with Dominique’s wife tonight. I’m still pissed off by him for winning the bid! It should have been me spending the night with Athena. But Dominique ruined everything just to help Ashton!"

Timothy thought Dominique joined the bidding last night just to aid his best friend, Ashton. He deliberately approached Sasha because he wanted to get even with Dominique. However, it appeared his revenge scheme had failed. Sasha didn’t take the bait.

Meanwhile, seated on the corner table of his club, Vladimir waited for his subordinate’s report. He had been searching for Enzo Williams, the father of his niece and nephew. Tonight, he was expecting to hear some progress in their search.

"Hey there, handsome. Mind if I join you? Looks like you could use some company." Melissa’s seductive voice interrupted Vladimir’s lone moment as she boldly approached him.

Several pairs of eyes now turned towards them, observing and admiring Melissa’s bravery. Vladimir had been sitting there for quite some time, yet his icy demeanor had kept others at bay, hesitant to approach him.

Vladimir’s brow furrowed in displeasure at Melissa’s sudden interference. His expression darkened, giving her a cold, sharp glare.

However, despite his aloofness, Melissa persisted, determined to engage him in conversation and break through his icy exterior.

"Your drink is on me tonight. Let me entertain you," she shot him a dazzling smile, winking playfully.

"Leave." He uttered in his stern authoritative voice. Just one word from him was enough to send shivers down her spine.

’Shit! He is so damn cold... but this is why I like him more. I’m into the bad boy type!’ Melissa maintained her confident stance, unfazed by his indifference.

"Don’t force it, Sis. He simply isn’t interested in you." Another figure joined them, taunting her friend. Watching the interaction between Vladimir and Melissa, Liz could no longer wait for her turn. She rejoiced inwardly because Melissa’s charm had no effect on him.

However, Vladimir also ignored Liz’s presence, not bothering to cast even a fleeting glance in her direction.

’I don’t want to waste my time on these women.’ The only woman who could pique his interest and melt his stone-cold heart was none other than Athena.

It did not take long before Vladimir’s subordinate showed up, whispering something to him. "Boss. We have uninvited guests here. Five men coming from the opposing faction."

An icy glint flashed through Vladimir’s eyes when he heard that. He cracked his knuckles, a devilish smirk curving on his lips. "Perfect timing. I’m in a bad mood. I’ll deal with them... Myself." he declared.

Without further ado, Vladimir left his table, passing through the crowd. His subordinate followed him from behind.

*****

Running away from Timothy, Sasha sprinted out of the club. Little did she know, a group of men had been following her ever since she left the Smith Mansion.

As Sasha walked down the dimly lit alley, leading to the parking lot, the group of men emerged from the shadows. Sensing the sudden shift in the atmosphere, Sasha quickened her pace, the faint sound of her heels echoing in the narrow passage.

’Who are they? Why do I feel like they are following me?’ Her heart raced with a mix of fear and urgency, sensing the danger in her surroundings.

A chilling realization crept over Sasha as the men closed in, one man grabbing her in place.

"Someone, please help! HELP!" Sasha’s desperate cry echoed through the alley as she fought against the man restraining her. Another figure approached them, forcefully covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief drenched in a sleeping agent.

Panic seized her as the sickly scent infiltrated her senses. Sasha’s vision blurred as the world spun around her. She felt her limbs grow heavy. With each weakening breath, her consciousness was slowly slipping away.

’No! Please help.’

Before she could lose consciousness, a commanding voice cut through the tension. "Back off, Spiders. How dare you set foot on my turf!" With his imposing aura, Vladimir stepped forward.

’Mr. V...’ Sasha recognized the man before passing out.

In a swift motion, Vladimir lunged at the closest assailants, his fist connecting with precision. The sound of the impact reverberated through the alley.

Thud!

Vladimir moved with calculated ferocity, throwing powerful blows and strategic maneuvers. Despite facing a numerical disadvantage of one against five, he overpowered them with sheer skill.

His movements displayed the expertise gained from experience, showing that he was highly skilled in combat with smooth execution of punches and blocks. In the end, the assailants struggled to counter his attacks. Realizing the tide had turned, the men reluctantly retreated into the darkness, leaving Sasha behind.