Chapter 3

Duke was currently sitting on his swivel chair, and in front of him was a pile of papers he needed to approve; after marrying Aisha, Duke’s parents gave him the company as an inheritance and wedding gift.

Annoyance and boredom start to take over his system as he sits and stretches himself; the board meeting is long over, and going to the bar at this hour may be too early, or having a woman to spend the night with. Most of the women he bedded show interest and motive. They want to be taken by him.

He also thinks that he would go to the bar or be with his woman rather than go home early. Seeing Aisha’s face, he doesn’t want his day ruined. He couldn’t stop but get angry, knowing that he was tied up to a marriage he had never dreamed of because of her. He also thinks that Aisha planned everything because she feels for him. If this is what Aisha wants, then she will never succeed.

Duke stood up on his chair and walked near the window glass of the office where he could see everything, those large company buildings, restaurants, cafes, pedestrians where people are busy walking through, etc. He was busy looking everywhere when his phone rang he immediately took it out of his pocket, his best friend, Cain, was calling him.

“What do you want, Fuentabilla?” Duke rudely said as he answered the call.

“So sweet of you, dude; you should be proud I called you.” He heard him laugh over the phone.

“Asshole! You’re wasting my time. If there’s nothing you called for, I would rather end this call.” he said, irritation clearly shown in his voice.

“Okay, Okay, chill, dude. You’re so hot-tempered, anyway; Dark invites us over. It looks like he has a love problem.”

“Until when will he act like a fool with that Calliyah woman? She’s not even here in Stevia, but he’s still head over heels for that woman.” Duke responded.

“He loved her; even though Calliyah is far, he stays loyal to her,”

“That’s completely absurd! Whatever you say, see you there,” he annoyingly said before dropping the call.

Duke can’t understand Dark’s why he is head over heels for Aisha’s friend, there are so many women out there trying to win him, but still, he’s forcing himself towards that woman. Duke can’t wholly understand it since he never fell in love with someone else; having a wife doesn’t automatically make him a husband and a married man. It disgusts him, having that title.

Duke walks back to the sofa and lies down; he’s feeling drowsy, unaware that his secretary, Alicia, made him feel sleepy and horny—a witch to have Duke under her control. A greedy woman who always wants to climb to the top of success by any means.

He was about to close his eyes when he heard the doors open, which made him feel annoyed and needy out of nowhere. As he looked up, he saw his secretary’s face; he consciously roamed his eyes over her sinful body, wearing a tight mini-skirt paired with a sexy dress and coat. However, her cleavage is still more accentuated, making Alicia way too sexy.

“What do you want?” he asked.

She smiled seductively and came near him to massage his shoulder, “You look tired, sir; I thought that maybe you are bored. Do you want me to please you, sir?” She said and bit Duke’s earlobe.

Duke was starting to get seduced, and he immediately kissed her, getting more aroused by the fact that she responded to the intensity of his kiss. She’s also wild like the other girls he bedded.

Meanwhile, Aisha had just arrived in front of the company building. She was there to invite her husband to eat his favorite food she had just prepared. She knew Duke hadn’t eaten yet because their board meeting was held so early, so she thought of cooking, crafting, and bringing it to his office.

As soon as she entered the company, many employees greeted her kindly. She greeted them and smiled in response. She is used to this kind of treatment by the employees whenever she’s in the company. She has many accompanying employees while taking the public elevator toward her husband’s office. Happiness and excitement are written all over her despite doubting that maybe her husband wouldn’t eat the food she prepared.

The elevator rang, a sign that she had already reached the office floor of her husband. She walks through the secretary’s office, and nobody’s there; maybe she’s taking her break time.

Aisha knows his secretary is modest and kind, unlike those bitch Duke used to have. Without any doubt, she continued walking to her husband’s office.

“Oh, oh, Suck it! Make it fast! You’re fucking good. Ah! Oh, oh, Fuck!” Aisha halted upon hearing Duke’s voice.

“I know I am always a good babe, so fucking good. Deeper babe! Deeper!” Aisha felt like she was losing her balance, flabbergasted, like something cold directly hit her face knowing who was inside the office.  Maybe she was this masochist to herself instead of leaving them both. She slowly opened the office door that exposed her husband lying while his secretary was riding him like a well-known porn star, and you could see through her expression that she was enjoying it. In contrast, her husband is busy massaging its pinkish round big boobs. Tears started to shed in her eyes as to how painful the sight she witnessed at the moment, but still, she avoided doing some extreme action. She wanted to pull the secretary’s hair, wanted her to taste her anger, but something was stopping her from doing it. She couldn’t do it because of Duke; she was scared that her husband would be mad and might also hurt her.

Her tears flowed non-stop down her face before she could make a noise; she turned her back, leaving them both reaching their climax.

She immediately ran to the elevator and pressed it, and when it opened, she was stopped by entering as if she remembered something.

“I won’t leave and let that flirty bitch secretary alone; she needs to learn a lesson,” she said.

She hurried back to her husband’s office and slammed the door open. The two of them were stunned that someone had caught them. The secretary’s face was shocked, and, at the same time, she felt ashamed, knowing she was the one who saw them in such a way, but she remained emotionless, looking at them.

When the secretary recovered from the shock, she quickly left Duke’s lap, picked her dress up, and put it on. She’s about to leave when Aisha suddenly pulls her hair, “You shameless bitch! How unladylike of you to flirt with your married boss! You whore!” she’s shaking in anger as she continues pulling the secretary’s hair.

Duke quickly approached them and defined his secretary, “Stop it, Aisha! Don’t make a scene!” but it seems that Aisha doesn’t hear him.

She even continued pulling the hair of the secretary even harder. She’s in the full range of her anger.

“You’re slut and a total whore! You’re here to work, not to be a bed warmer nor a sex slave of my husband! You bitch! I’m going kill you!” her wolf raged inside her, wanting to come out and lash the woman in front of her. Duke violently took her away and let her secretary go. The secretary almost grumbled in a hurry to leave the office.

When only two of them left, Duke suddenly pushed Aisha, making her slam on the sofa, “What do you think you’re doing, huh? Making a scene here in my office?” He furiously shouted.

“So, I’m the one who’s making a scene here? Don’t you feel ashamed? Even here in your office, you are doing your nasty shits and even to your secretary! No, you’re the one making a scene here!” He instantly gains on her and holds his wife’s jaw.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that! Don’t try my patience, or else you’ll see” He emphasized everything he said.

Aisha can’t stop but laugh, not minding the tightness of Duke’s grip on her jaw. “What are you going to do now, Duke? Will you hurt me? Then do it! And let everyone know how beast you are, that the boss there looking up to is heartless when it comes to his wife.” Aisha was dumbfounded about where she got the courage to speak back.

Duke let go of her right away and tried to calm himself. He doesn’t want to make a scene and let his employees know about it. He is trying to avoid such an event that would embarrass him.

Aisha stood up, fixed her clothes, and left the office to escape further happenings, knowing that she had talked back to her husband. She took a taxi straight away, as she got into the tears she’s been holding back. She cried and cried that even the driver felt sorry for her.

“I don’t understand him. Does he want me to suffer? Is this how he loathed me that much? Why does he need to hurt me? Isn’t it enough for him to see me suffer every day? Isn’t it enough that he hurt me physically? I’m always here for him, but why did he choose to bed another woman? We never slept together, but he treated me like I was the most disgusting woman he had met.” She thought of it full of resentment.

“Miss, where should I take you?” the driver asked.

“In the Light Bar,” Aisha responded.   

She thinks she might go to the bar and need a drink to forget what happened a while ago.

“I will fucking kill that girl with your husband, Aisha! I will fucking kill her! How are they making you cry, and that asshole! How dare he hurts you?!” Kai—her wolf, was understandably more aggressive than usual.

Aisha held onto her chest; she could still hear the loud beating of her heart; Kai was about to go and take over her body, “Calm down, Kai. I settled that already; keep quiet,”

“You should let your wolf protects you, young lady,” Aisha turns her gaze in front, “You didn’t know?” Aisha shook her head while her brow furrowed, “The more you repress your wolf to do its duty of protecting you, it can cost both you and your wolf’s lives,”