Chapter 1

A/N: Mature content ahead. The names of the characters in this English language version of story has been changed.

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In the midst of a hazy Friday morning, the mansion held an air of quiet anticipation. Mr. Connor Chen, the CEO of Daze Inc., Ms. Lydia Chen's husband, had yet to return. This temporal respite meant a clandestine interlude lay ahead, a stolen moment between Lydia and their chauffeur, Gael Li. The connection between them smoldered like a secret ember, with Lydia harboring a web of deceit that wove its threads through months of infidelity.

Ms. Lydia's heart was a tapestry, woven with threads of love for Mr. Connor, threads that lay side by side with the silk strands of her secret affair. But these threads remained unknown to Mr. Connor, who believed in the sanctity of their bond. He was oblivious to the twist of Ms. Lydia's duplicity, her midnight rendezvous veiled behind meticulous care to avoid discovery.

Yet, the heart has its own way of pulsating truth, even through the deceptive rhythms of deceit. With a casual grace that belied the storm within, Ms. Lydia's fingers jittered over her phone screen, her thumbs forming words that jived on the precipice of judgment. "Gael, I need you here now. Where are you? Is my husband off to work?"

The silence inside the moving car was interrupted by the chime of Gael's phone, illuminating the darkness with Lydia's name. His hesitation lingered like a question mark. The hushed anticipation draped his voice as he called her on the phone, his words a sigh coated in secrecy. "Lydia," he said, voice textured with a knowledge shared only by the two of them. "Babe, I'm on my way back to you. Hold tight, alright?"

Lydia smirked to herself as she hung up the phone. She loved having this kind of power over Gael - making him drop everything just to come and please her. She couldn't resist playing these games with him, even though it made her feel guilty sometimes.

As she waited for Gael to arrive, Lydia began to undress slowly in front of the mirror in her bedroom. She admired her own body as she stripped down completely, feeling powerful and sexy.

When Gael finally arrived at the house, Lydia was waiting for him in bed - naked and ready for action. "About fucking time," she muttered sarcastically as he walked into the room.

Gael's eyes roamed over Lydia's naked body, his dick getting hard quickly in his trousers. "Oh, damn, you're so fucking hot, Lydia," he said with a low growl. "Your husband is at the company right now, I can finally do whatever I want to again." He lifted Lydia by his muscular arms and brought her closer to him.

Lydia wrapped her legs around Gael's waist as he carried her across the room towards the bed. She could feel his erection pressing against her wet pussy and she moaned softly in anticipation. As Gael laid her down on the bed, she grabbed onto him tightly and pulled him into a deep kiss while pulling down his pants.

Their tongues danced together as they explored each other's mouths hungrily. Gael's hands roamed over Lydia's body, caressing every curve and leaving trails of fire wherever he touched. But even in this moment of passion, there was still a hint of hesitation and reluctance between them - both knew that what they were doing was wrong.

But for now, they pushed those thoughts aside and let their primal desires take over.

Gael continued to explore Lydia's body with his hands and mouth, suckling on her nipples while his fingers played with her clit. Lydia moaned in pleasure, arching her back and pushing herself closer to him.

Suddenly, she pulled away from him and sat up on the bed. "Wait," she said hesitantly, adding up some made-up drama just to excite the man. "What if Connor comes home early? What if he catches us?"

Gael rolled his eyes at her reluctance. "Oh come on, Lydia," he said sarcastically. "We've been doing this for months now and you're worried about getting caught? You really think your husband is going to magically appear out of nowhere?"

Lydia sighed, knowing that Gael was right but still feeling a small guilt about what they were doing behind Connor's back. But as Gael went down on her again, eating her pussy with a feverish intensity, all thoughts of hesitation disappeared from Lydia's mind.

She pushed Gael's head further onto her pussy as she felt a tingling sensation building inside of her. And then suddenly, she pulled him up towards her and kneeled down in front of him.

Without hesitation, Lydia took Gael's cock in her mouth and began to suck it hard. She could feel the heat radiating from his body as he groaned in pleasure. "Fuck, Lydia," Gael moaned as he pushed her head down onto his cock, making sure she sucked every inch of him.

Lydia loved the taste of him and the way he felt inside her mouth. But even as she pleasured him, there was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind - a sense of nervousness and negative intuition that never seemed to go away completely.

Finally, Gael pulled her up from his cock and lay her down on the bed. He climbed on top of her muscular body and positioned himself between her legs. Without warning, he thrust his hard cock into her pussy with all his strength.

Lydia gasped at the suddenness of it but soon found herself lost in pleasure as Gael fucked her fast and hard. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, pulling him closer to make sure he hit all the right spots.

As they moved together in perfect rhythm, Lydia couldn't help but think about how wrong this all was - cheating on Connor with their personal driver like some kind of cliché movie plot. But even with these thoughts swirling around in her mind, she couldn't deny how good it felt to be fucked by someone who knew exactly what she liked- something that his husband fails to give.

"Oh god, yes!" Lydia moaned as she felt Gael's glans teasing her clit when he suddenly paused at the brink of ejaculation. "I want to feel your cock inside me." Lydia screamed. Gael jerked his cock and rubbed it hostilely against Lydia's pussy. "Fuck me, Gael!"

"Yes, babe!" Gael groaned as he shoved his penis deep into Lydia's vagina.

"Ahhh! " Lydia moaned.

"It always feels so good." Gael said as his pace of thrusting her increased abruptly.

"Oh yes! " Lydia moaned. "I'm gonna cum!"

In the midst of their passionate moment, Lydia and Gael were on the edge of reaching a climax, their lust intertwined like vines climbing towards ecstasy. The room was an envelope of stolen time, pulsating with secrets and the heat of their longing.

Suddenly, the door swung open with a jarring creak, like a jolt of reality shattering their clandestine mating. In the doorway stood Connor, his eyes widening fiery as he took in the scene before him. The tableau laid bare his naked wife Lydia, wrapped in the embrace of Gael, their bang exposed like an open gash.

"No way, I knew it," Connor muttered, his suspicions finally confirmed in the worst way imaginable. His voice trembled with a potent mix of anger and betrayal. "I was right all along. You son of a bitch, Gael!"

Driven by a maelstrom of emotions, Connor lunged forward, his fists a tempest of retribution raining down on Gael. Each multiple blow of hard punches directly on Gael's face struck a chord of disbelief and hurt, "I put my trust in you," he spat, his voice a venomous whisper between clenched teeth. "And this is how you repay me?"

The room became an arena of chaos, the clash of fists, alternating hooks, hits and punches and the thud of impact echoing a symphony of raging violence.

Yet, within the pandemonium, the rhythm shifted. Connor's attention pivoted to Lydia, hastily dressed and whose guilt was etched across her features like graffiti on a wall. "And you, traitor!" he snarled, his rage an inferno that refused to be quelled. His fist clenched as his arm coiled back, ready to release the pent-up anger.

"Stop! Connor, stop!" Lydia's scream pierced the room, a desperate plea that cut through the chaos like a beacon. "I'm pregnant!"

A shockwave reverberated through the space as Connor froze, his arm suspended in midair, his anger momentarily stalled by her revelation. The air crackled with tension, a charged pause that held the room in thrall. His gaze flicked between Lydia and Gael, now wearing boxers, comprehension dawning like a sunrise after a storm.

"What? We always used condoms when we had sex because that's what you wanted!" His voice wavered between disbelief and fury. His eyes locked onto Gael, realization etching lines of understanding on his face. "Oh, I get it now!"

In the heartbeat that followed, the battlefield transformed once again. Lydia seized the chance, her movements swift and determined. A nearby vase, a convenient ally, turned into a weapon of defense and freedom. A single, forceful strike against Connor's head sent him tumbling, unconsciousness descending like a curtain on his rage.

Gael and Lydia exchanged a glance, a silent dialogue of shared understanding. They intertwined their fingers, a bond forged in the crucible of chaos. Without a word, they escaped the room, leaving behind Connor on the floor and the ruins of shattered trust and the debris of their bond.

Downstairs they hastened their feet; outside the mansion, they slipped into Connor's car, the engine purring to life like a promise of escape. As they sped away, the mansion receding in the rearview mirror, they left behind a world forever altered by their options.