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I could barely breathe. About thirty minutes (or so) back in the office, Ethan had stared at me in a way that weakened my knees, but here he was, staring daggers at me. Fear clawed through me as I stood unmoved. I was completely naked to begin with and having my boss find me in such a crazy situation worsened the dryness in my throat. The only thing that might possibly save me from this man would be running out of his house, but then, he still stood at the doorway.
Nope
that would be stupid of me. My gown was lying on the ground in the living room and even if I made it out without my dress, I'd have to run butt naked in the streets, but... Ethan's gaze was intense and hard. The way his chest rose and fell proved one thing - he wasn't only hurt, he was mad at me. And no matter how many times he had cast me a flirty gaze in the past, it wouldn't matter. He just caught me hooking up with his wife.
"Ethan..." Danielle said in a shaky voice as she pulled away from me and walked to her husband. "It's not what you... I can-"
"Explain?" his eyes left mine and rested on his wife as he chuckled bitterly. "You can explain why you're naked with my employee?"
"I'm so sorry..." the words barely left my lips before he thundered towards me and Danielle ran after him.
I was forced to step back, covering my enormous boobs to keep the little dignity left in me. What did I think? That we would keep making out, fuck each other and not get caught? It was stupid. I was stupid.
"I-I" my back touched the wall as he closed in. I have had arguments with women, gotten into street fights, beat a chick up even after fucking her man but having a man with such a tall build full of muscles turned my blood cold.
What if he hit me out of anger?
For all I know, he could as well kill me out of anger and bury me. Danielle would cover him and even if my roommate looked for me, it would be too late.
Oh geez!
What if it was Danielle's plan all along? What if they were just two crazy psychos that preyed on women and killed them off? I swallowed, shifted to the side to see Danielle crying like a teenager.
"I didn't," a soft cry escaped my mouth. I tried looking sideways to find something, any weapon to wade him off but I found nothing. As if he read my thoughts, he closed in on me, capturing one of my legs between his, obviously to stop me from moving. Ethan's breath fanned my face and if it wasn't for his angry eyes, I would've melted under his gaze. "Please..."
I cried again.
Somehow, I wished I had a super power to make me disappear. Suddenly, he clutched my jaw and turned me to face him. His stare weakened me, his woodsy scent made me swallow hard and his height towering over made me feel small.
"You," he drawled. His hand left my jaw, slid over to my hands over my boobs, pulled them away then rested his hand on my waist. "I knew there was something about you... the way you swung your ass. You're just a tease. A slut and you should be taught a lesson." He muttered before gliding his other hand over my right boob. I moaned as my nipple responded to his touch. The sudden desire and fear left my legs weak. We both held each other's gaze like we weren't in the presence of his wife.
I tried to move my leg but he locked it tighter with his legs. He had other plans. "Danielle..." I whispered but she said nothing. I couldn't see what she was doing but hearing her sniff told me she was still crying.
"Shh... Don't you want to fuck?" he taunted. "You wanted to fuck my wife right?"