Chapter 3

He continued to stay close to me, finding small excuses to brush against me, his solid frame occasionally pressing against mine.

When I walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner, Antonio suddenly raised a hand and playfully swatted me on the back.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I asked, my face flushing red as I turned to him, my voice barely above a whisper.

Antonio let out a chuckle, clearly amused by my reaction. "Yvonne, your figure is something else—absolutely stunning. With curves like yours, I can't imagine how you've been managing while your husband's always away. A woman like you deserves to be appreciated every day. If I were married to you, I wouldn't leave the house for a second—I'd spent all my time with you at home."

Hearing his bold words, I turned my head to glance at Antonio, who stood right behind me. As I turned on the stove, his presence grew even closer. He clicked his tongue, appreciating my body.

While I started cooking, he leaned in and commented, "Yvonne, am I doing this right?" He reached out and grabbed the handle of the frying pan, his strong hand covering mine. At the same time, his other hand rested lightly on my waist, steadying me.

I almost lost my balance, heat spreading across my body as I experienced my fantasy turning into reality. Even my ears felt like they were on fire. Antonio's proximity was overwhelming, and I could feel the intensity of his presence, a mix of boldness and unshakable confidence.

He leaned in with a teasing smile, trying to reach underneath my garment while inhaling strongly. "You smell something sweet, Yvonne? Kind of like a delicate fragrance."

Antonio was grabbing my waist, and he soon realized I was wearing nothing underneath.

Seeing that I wasn't stopping him, he bent me over slightly.

"Antonio, stop this. I'm your landlady!"

"So what? Do you not want me to do this?" Antonio replied with a smirk. "You can't tell me you haven't thought about this. Look at you—you're clearly not pulling away. I can feel your back rubbing against me. I'm sure you're plenty aroused."

Before I could respond, my phone started ringing. It was Philip calling. I hesitated, unsure if I should answer, but Antonio quickly snatched it and held it up, just out of my reach.

"Come on, Yvonne," he said, his voice dropping into a teasing tone. "Do you really want me to stop? I'm sure you've seen how good I am. You know I can make this even more thrilling for you. How about I do it while you're on the phone with him?"

His words made my face turn crimson. I shivered when I noticed my body had been arched suggestively by him.

To my utter disbelief, Antonio answered the call. Philip's voice came through the speaker, calm and casual. "Honey, I'll be home soon. Could you make some dinner?"

I swallowed hard and forced myself to sound composed. "Okay," I replied softly.

Antonio's hands lingered on my body, his actions bold and unrelenting. I tried to grab the phone, but Antonio held it further away, somewhere I couldn't reach.

This scene, where Philip was still on the phone while Antonio was teasing me, sent a thrilling sensation throughout my entire being. It felt like a dream.

Right then, Antonio pulled my skirt upward. Hearing Philip's voice on the phone, I felt like I might explode from the excitement.

My body felt weak as I slumped against Antonio, letting him have his way with me.

When Antonio pressed his hand against my head, my eyes fell on the wedding photo on the wall. A wave of guilt washed over me.

"Open wide. I'm going in. Can you feel it?" Antonio whispered into my ear, and as my breathing turned warm and my heart succumbed to my desires, I parted my legs involuntarily.