Chapter 5 He Kissed Me in the Office

His kisses were compelling, leaving me no chance to breathe. Every time I tried to speak, his lips silenced me.

He lifted my skirt, and his rough hands started caressing my skin, making me shiver. Before I knew it, he'd unzipped my dress.

Hearing footsteps outside, I got nervous. So, trying to stop him, I let out an embarrassingly soft moan, "Mr. Evans, we're in the office."

"What's there to fear? Huh? It's not our first time." His lips made their way to my ear, with his intoxicating voice, "Besides, isn't it more exciting if someone hears?"

I struggled to push him away. "No."

We were still in the middle of our cold war, and I was pregnant. The first few months were the riskiest, so I had to put a stop to this.

And this made me feel like just a tool to relieve some stress.

He started kissing my chest, completely ignoring my protests.

But I kept pushing him. "I'm still not feeling well. Please don't."

Nicholas finally stopped.

I'd noticed that whenever Nicholas wanted me, if I said I wasn't feeling well, he wouldn't force it.

I used to think this meant that he cared about me.

But when I saw how he treated Victoria, I realized his tenderness toward me wasn't even a tiny fraction of what he showed her.

With his hot body still against mine and his deep eyes studying me through those thick lashes, he said, "Are you mad?"

Catching my breath, I managed to say, "No."

He chuckled. His voice was incredibly sexy, and his finger was tracing my wet, red lips teasingly.

Talking about playing the victim, I almost blurted out, "Shouldn't I be mad, with you and your ex carrying on while we're married?"

Suddenly, we heard a knock on the door. With Nicholas pinning me against it, the knock felt like it was right against my back. My skin broke out in goosebumps, mortified as if we'd been caught in the act.

An executive's voice came from outside, "Mr. Evans, are you there?"

Before Nicholas could answer, I heard Alan cough and say something quietly, shooing the person away.

The executive made a suggestive comment about not knowing I was inside. Then everything went silent.

I could feel my face burning; must have been red as a tomato.

Noticing my embarrassment, Nicholas's mood seemed to lighten, "Still shy? Everyone in the company knows about us."

I blurted out, "What exactly are we?"

A married couple kept secret, or just lovers people sneer at?

Nicholas deflected, "You tell me."

He stood up and fixed my clothes. His touch felt surprisingly gentle.

But his next words sounded like speaking to a disposable tool, "You can go now."

As I was leaving, I remembered something and asked him, "Nicholas, could you come along to visit Grandma with me after work? Then we can go back to the mansion together."

Grandma is my only family left in this world. Her greatest wish, like Nicholas's grandfather, was to see me marry a good man and live happily.

Nicholas nodded, agreeing surprisingly easily, "Fine, no problem."

I was shocked by how readily he agreed. He usually wouldn't.

He looked puzzled, "What's wrong?"

I shook my head and left his office.

After work, while waiting for Nicholas, a colleague came to tell me someone was looking for me downstairs.

When I got there, I was surprised to find Victoria.

Victoria was in her wheelchair again. I found it strange. ‘What kind of illness puts her in a wheelchair from time to time?’

Victoria appeared friendly enough, "Mindy, I need to talk to you."

My instincts told me not to go. It was obvious she had bad intentions. This felt like a trap.

But I walked toward her anyway. I wanted to hear what she had to say.

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