3 - One Night

~Enzo~

I give Jessica a minute to absorb what I’ve said, watching as the shock of it gradually gives way to the interest I knew would arise once she had a chance to think it over. 

It’s poetic justice and I know she’ll appreciate that. Her husband and my wife decided to play us for fools, but we won’t give them the satisfaction. Instead, we can satisfy each other, and I’ve known from the first moment I saw Jessica Williams that she would satisfy me in a way my wife never could.

My marriage to Chelsea was an arranged one, forged in an alliance between our families back when we were still children. Love never factored into it, so I had no problem admitting I never loved her. I’ve never loved anyone, but I have lusted after women. With Chelsea, I didn’t feel either, dooming our marriage from the start. 

Still, I played my part, marrying her, fucking her, and staying faithful to her so that when she slipped up, as I knew she would, the blame would be fully on her. I can walk away with a clear conscience now and no one can fault me for it. The pictures of her and Kyle Parker have already been circulated to her family, and mine for good measure. I’ve included a copy of them in the envelope with the divorce papers that will be delivered to her later tonight.

Jessica doesn’t know about the photos. I would have sent them to her too if she hadn’t walked in on the scene for herself. When I saw her going into the house from my hidden surveillance spot across the road, a twinge of something almost like pity pulled at my chest, something I hadn’t felt in a very long time. Unlike me, she actually cared for the fucker she’d married. That was unfortunate, but it was better that she found out the truth now, before she got in any deeper with him, before there were children or other messy entanglements to worry about.

The day I first saw Jessica is still clear in my mind, though she doesn’t even know about it. Chelsea had invited some of her friends to my house just before we got married, Jessica among them. I’d been working in my office, doing my best to ignore everything around me until Chelsea barged in. “Give me the keys to your garage,” she demanded. “We want to take some of the bikes for a ride.”

The ‘bikes’ she referred to were expensive, limited-edition motorcycles. She wasn’t going anywhere near them. “No,” I replied flatly, not looking up from my work. “And don’t interrupt me again.”

“Come on, Enzo.” Her voice took on the whiny quality it always had when she tried to be seductive. “We’ll be married soon, and that means what’s yours is mine, right? I’ll let you fuck me over that desk later tonight if you let me have them.”

“Why would I want that?” We hadn’t slept together at that point. We wouldn’t until our wedding night, and then only out of necessity. “What’s mine is mine, and if you want to negotiate, you need to offer something of value first.”

“Bastard.” She slammed the door behind her as I sighed, rubbing my temples with my fingers and cursing my father again for ever putting me in the position of needing to marry a spoiled, shallow, two-faced shrew of a woman like her in the first place.

My concentration ruined, I went to the window to clear my head, and that was when I spotted the gorgeous brunette in her casual clothes, playing with one of my dogs, completely carefree, while the rest of Chelsea’s friends sat around drinking my booze and gossiping about their other ‘friends’. I had no idea who the beauty was but she seemed to belong to a different world than the one I knew and the one Chelsea belonged to, and the image lingered long after I should have forgotten it.

At my wedding, Jessica and I were introduced properly for the first time, and it took me a moment to recognize her. In her elegant bridesmaid’s gown, her hair and makeup flawless, she could have been any of Chelsea’s manicured clones, but the spark in her eyes set her apart. 

I made the mistake of asking Chelsea who she was the next day, setting my wife off on one of her jealous rants. I never mentioned Jessica again and did my best to stay away from all of Chelsea’s friends. I needed my reputation to remain spotless if my plan was going to work.

Now, finally, it has. My wife fucked up, I have the proof, and I will finally be free. Free to return to my single life and free to fuck anyone I want, including Jessica Williams.

And I can tell by the way she’s looking at me now that she’s thinking about it too, even if she never did before.

“We… we can’t do that,” she stutters, taking a step back. Her blue eyes are a completely different shade from Chelsea’s, warm and inviting rather than cool. “It’s an… interesting thought, but…”

“We can do whatever the fuck we want,” I point out, keeping my tone even and unhurried. “We’re both adults. If you don’t want to send a photo, we don’t have to. You can just keep it as your own secret, knowing in your heart that you got your revenge. Sometimes, that’s even more satisfying.”

I can see her considering that. She’s a smart woman; I sensed that even before I looked into her business. Her husband probably never even realized just how smart she is. The background check I ran on him turned up fuck all, telling me he’s never done anything interesting in his entire life.

“It would just be between us?” she asks, looking for reassurance. “It doesn’t mean anything else?”

I feel an urge to laugh, which is completely unlike me. There are women all over the world who would do anything for a chance to worm their way into my life, but Jessica wants nothing more than tonight, assuming she even takes that much from me.

“It means nothing other than the satisfaction you take from it. And I promise you will be satisfied.” I step closer to her, my eyes fixed on hers so there’s no way she can misunderstand my meaning. “Don’t you want that, Jessica? Don’t you want to know every time you see Chelsea that you fucked her husband right here in his office, on top of her divorce papers?”

I don’t miss the spark that lights in her eyes at that idea, just as I expected. I knew she’d like that touch.

“You’re a cold man, Enzo Baresi.”

She has no fucking idea. “I can be, but my blood also runs hot, Jessica, especially with a beautiful woman like you in front of me.”

Unable to resist a second longer, my fingers reach out and curl around her neck, pulling her closer to me. I give her a few seconds to protest, if that’s what she wants to do, my pulse racing in anticipation. If she turns me down now, I know I’ll never get another chance. But she doesn’t move away, and with a rush of triumph, I pull her the rest of the way, bringing her mouth to mine. 

Her lips are just as soft as I imagined, sweet and full. The floral scent of her perfume fills my nose, making her taste even sweeter as her body presses against mine, her curves melting into me. Her body is slender but strong and so fucking beautiful. I’ve pictured it in my head a hundred times, but after tonight, after seeing it and possessing it for myself, I can finally let it go. 

Because as much as I need to get Chelsea out of my life, I need to get Jessica out of my head too. I can’t offer her the things she really deserves: someone decent and hard-working who will always put her first and be willing to do anything to make her happy. My obligations and my demons are too demanding for that, so instead, I’ll fuck her hard, giving us both a night to remember, and afterwards, I can move on completely. She’ll never have to see me again.