His Mistress is His Ex-Wife
Chapter 90: Weakness

Chapter 90: Weakness

Sasha felt alarmed when her clothes had been torn apart by Timothy. Was he serious about fucking her right now?

"Release me, Tim!" she squirmed against his grasp, struggling to break free.

"Stop resisting, Sasha. I know you want this." Timothy teased her body, his fingers squeezing her breast through her bra while his lips trailing kisses from her neck down to her collarbones.

Sasha bit her lower lip to suppress her moans. She didn’t want to admit it but her body was responding to his touches. She was so sensitive.

"I never planned on touching you without your consent that night, but it was you who made the move first. I was sleeping next to you but you kissed me." Timothy reminded her of what happened in the Red Cherry Hotel, his free hand continued exploring her body.

Sasha could only shut her eyes at the feeling of his warm hand palming her breasts alternately.

Though her initial resistance persisted, Sasha gradually began to relax in his arms, her anger giving way to her burning desire.

Before she could stop him, Timothy’s mouth already captured one of her nipples, licking and sucking it sensuously.

Sasha could only throw her head back as she savored the wonderful sensation spreading through her body.

"Ah... Please... Stop, Tim..." Her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled against her own desires.

"I don’t think you want me to stop, Sasha," Timothy smirked cheekily as his palm slid down her skirt. Touching her sex, he could feel her wetness. She was horny for him.

"You want this, Sasha. Your body can’t lie about it," he teased, his fingers sliding up and down her wet folds.

He brought his face closer to her neck as he licked her flesh. ’Damn, her scent is still intoxicating. Though I already lost interest in her, I still love the way her body is responding to me.’ Timothy thought to himself.

Using his knee, he parted her legs. When he thought that Sasha had stopped resisting, Timothy released her hands. His other hand joined his lips in stimulating her breasts.

His fingers captured her nipple, twisting, pinching and tugging it. His action solicited a loud moan from Sasha. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling her closer to her body.

"Aaah~ Aaah~" She was so aroused right now.

Timothy knew her weakness. His fingers were now playing with her clitoris, her thumb gently rubbing it while his other fingers continued sliding up and down her slit.

’Oh no! I can’t stop myself from enjoying this. I love being touched like this. I have to stop him... but my body is craving for more.’ Sasha was having an internal battle. She was weak when it came to temptation.

"Have you remembered now? Who you fucked you hard that night, Sasha? Tell me?" Timothy urged her to moan his name as he inserted one finger inside her core.

"Aaah!" Sasha moaned and squirmed when he thrust his finger deep within her.

Not hearing any response from her, Timothy thrust another finger inside her pussy. His fingers began to move deeper and harder, fingerfucking her.

"Answer me, Sasha! Who fuck you that night? Who rocked your body over and over again until you came?" Timothy pinched her nipple and bit her neck, sucking it hard.

"Uhm... Y-You... It’s you... Tim!" she moaned his name. "Aaah~"

Timothy smiled mischievously, satisfied by her response. He knew it! Sasha couldn’t resist his temptation. She always longed for someone’s touch. It might be something her husband couldn’t give her. Dominique couldn’t satisfy his wife.

"I’m going to take you here right now," he whispered in her ear.

His hand reached down to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He was about to penetrate her when suddenly the doorbell rang.

Ding! Dong!

’Fuck! Who the hell is that?’ Timothy cursed inwardly. He wanted to ignore it but Sasha quickly pushed him away. She finally found courage to stop him.

She tried to fix herself and covered the sensitive parts of her body. Then she distanced herself from Timothy.

Ding! Dong!

The doorbell rang twice. Timothy had no choice but to check the person outside. He glanced through the peephole and saw a man standing outside—it was Ashton, Dominique’s best friend.

’Damn. What is he doing here right now?’ Timothy was surprised by Ashton’s sudden appearance.

He turned to Sasha and informed her. "Ashton is here. I think you should hide for now."

"What?!" Sasha’s eyes widened in surprise when she heard that. Nervousness washed over her as she frantically searched for a hiding spot. Ashton must not see her!

"Go to my room," Timothy suggested.

Without further ado, Sasha ran to his room, locking the door. When she secured her hiding spot, Timothy fixed his clothes before opening the door for Ashton.

"Hey, Buddy, what brings you here tonight?" Timothy greeted Ashton with a friendly smile. He looked so calm. Besides, he wasn’t afraid of revealing his secret affair with Sasha. He had nothing to lose as compared to Sasha.

Ashton smiled back at him. "I had a transaction down there. Then I saw someone familiar. Then I remember that your condo unit is also located in this building. I decided to drop by. Are you alone?" His eyes scanned Timothy’s unit.

Timothy fell silent for a moment, observing Ashton. ’Did he see Sasha entering my unit? Is he trying to confirm if Sasha is here?’

"Yes, I’m alone," he lied, still assessing Ashton’s reaction.

"Sit down first. Do you want some drinks?"

Ashton simply nodded in response.

Timothy grabbed a bottle of whiskey at his mini-bar. He was about to pour him a drink when Ashton stood up.

"Tim, I have to go. I have something urgent to attend to."

Timothy just eyed him in amusement. "Alright. Let’s continue this some other time. You are always welcome to my place."

Ashton just smiled and bobbed his head in agreement. He said goodbye for one last time before heading out.

When Ashton left, Sasha came out of Timothy’s room.

"Is he gone?" she asked him.

"Yes. He has an emergency, I guess. He left without even drinking the whiskey I prepared for him. Come. Let’s drink." Timothy invited her. "Or shall we continue where we stop?" he winked at her, playfully licking his lips while his eyes were fixed on her body.

"No thanks! I have to go. Let me borrow your jacket. You ruined my dress." Sasha didn’t want to stay there. She was afraid that she would give in to temptation once again.

’I should have brought Melissa with me,’ Sasha thought to herself.

"Stay here for a while. Who knows you might run into Ashton down there? Promise, I won’t touch you," he reassured her.

Realizing that Timothy had a point, Sasha stayed in his unit for thirty minutes before leaving. They just sat on the couch, talking about business.

"I’ve heard you managed to close a deal with Athena and her manager. I am also trying to reach them. Can you reserve me a seat for the upcoming product launch?"

"Why would I do that?" Sasha raised her eyebrow.

"To keep my mouth shut. I’ll never tell Dominique about us." Timothy simply threatened her.

"Fine!" Sasha couldn’t say no.

Timothy chuckled, raising his glass. "Thanks, Sasha. Promise... this is the last time I’ll bother you."

After making a deal with Timothy, Sasha decided to go home. She just hoped Dominique would be at home tonight. She wanted to talk to him.

She was about to enter his car when suddenly someone grabbed her from behind.

"Sasha, what did you do here?"

Sasha’s face turned pale and her body froze when she recognized the man. It was Ashton.

’I thought he already left the building? What is he doing here?’ Sasha tried to calm her nervous heart.

She put on a smile before answering him. "Oh, I visited my friend. She is staying here," she lied.

But Ashton was staring at her intently, his expression was serious. This was the first time she saw him looking like this.

"Hey, Ashton, what’s wrong?" Sasha kept feigning innocence, but deep inside, she was feeling guilty. Earlier, she got intimate with Timothy. They almost had sex.

With complicated emotions on his face, Ashton let go of Sasha’s hand. "It’s nothing. You should go home. It’s already late."

"Yeah... I’m going home now. How about you?"

"Same," Ashton simply replied before turning around.

Sasha just watched his retreating back in puzzlement. ’What’s going on here? He is acting strangely. Did he see me going inside Timothy’s unit?’