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Twisted Fate: A Tale of Passion, Lies, and Revenge


Chapter 2: Caught in the act


Within the concrete and steel leviathan that loomed high above the city's sprawling metropolis, the late-afternoon sun cast long, languid shadows through the plate-glass windows, painting abstract shapes on the luxurious, taupe-colored carpeting that stretched out beneath the feet of Troy and his assistant, Teresa “Tess” Dunkley.

Troy's fingers toyed with the sleek, brushed-chrome surface of his desk phone as his thoughts meandered towards Tess. She wore a tight skirt and low cut blouse.

Her voluptuous breasts were squeezed together, enhancing her cleavage. Her high heels emphasized her toned legs, giving her a sexy and commanding appearance.

Troy stared at Tess, unable to divert his gaze away from her impressive cleavage. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't resist. He imagined running his fingers along her smooth skin, feeling the warmth of her body under his touch.

Tess leaned forward, giving Troy an even better view of her ample assets, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of confidence and mischief.

"Troy,” Tess murmured, her voice sultry and provocative. “I’m done with the files from earlier. Do you need me to do anything else since the office is now closed?”

Tess asked in a coy voice, her hand softly stroking the desk phone. Troy swallowed heavily, his eyes latched onto her every movement.

“Yes,” he uttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “There is something else that you can do,” he added, tearing his gaze away, and firmly shutting the office door behind him with a firm click.

The office was cloaked in silence, only interrupted by the hum of distant traffic wafting up from the street far below.

All other employees had long since left, oblivious to the dangerous dance of desire brewing behind the closed door of Troy's office. The pulsing energy between Troy and Tess crackled, and the air became thick with insatiable hunger.

Tess strutted across the plush carpeting, swaying her hips in an exaggerated motion, luring Troy in with her calculated allure. She reached him in mere seconds, placing her hands on his broad, muscular chest as she stood on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

"I've been fantasizing about this moment all day," she purred, her voice dripping with filthy intent.

Troy's breath hitched as a shiver ran down his spine, igniting a fire deep within his loins that could no longer be contained.

Their lips crashed together in a frenzy, each of them clawing at the other, desperate to close the gap between them.

Tess's tongue plunged into Troy's mouth, tasting the lingering mint of his gum, dancing skillfully with his own.

Her hands drifted down to undo his belt buckle, tugging relentlessly to release his swelling cock.

Troy moaned in delight, his fingers gripping Tess's slender waist, exploring the gentle curves of her luscious body. Their bodies pressed together fervently, an urgent symphony of heartbeats and labored breathing sampling together in the hushed office sanctuary.

They stumbled back to the well-appointed executive desk, Troy's hands grabbing at Tess's blouse, eager to free her substantial bosom from the fabric prison.

Tess acquiesced easily to his fervent touch, her expert fingers skillfully extricating Troy from his belt, slacks, and briefs as her mouth found his once again, their lips meeting hungrily.

With a swift yank, the unforgiving material of Tess's blouse surrendered to Troy's eager insistence, and he finally had unimpeded access to her perfect, firm breasts that strained deliciously against the thin, lacy fabric of her bra.

Troy's lips trailed liberally down her neck, causing goosebumps to rise hungrily on Tess's flawless skin when, without warning, he expertly captured a pert nipple with his mouth, wholly enveloping it, his tongue stroking it lavishly through the flimsy material.

With Quicksilver agility, Troy quickly undid Tess's bra, releasing the resplendent twins from their fabric restraints.

Tess murmured her approval as she lightly grazed her fingers along the halo of dark hair nestled above Troy's swollen cock, admiring its length and girth before giving it a tender squeeze.

“My God, Troy,” Tess growled in a sultry voice, her hungry gaze never straying from the raw beauty before her. “I want to taste you.

Right fucking now,” Tess demanded, her voice a gravelly whisper of liquid sin.

Before Troy could even react, she dropped to her knees and skillfully engulfed his thick cock, taking it in so far that her nose nearly brushed against the trimmed hair of his pelvic region.

Troy throbbed in her mouth, and he let out a ragged groan, every one of his muscles clenched as he glimpsed her glistening lips wrapped around his rigid length.

His fingers sank into her dark tresses, tilting her head back slightly so that they locked eyes for a brief, heated moment. The office around them blurred into insignificance. Right now, all that mattered was the euphoria of the pleasure they were giving each other.

"Oh Tess, you feel so incredible," Troy finally managed glorying in the mixture of wet warmth and talented teasing with her tongue as she expertly manipulated him.

Just then, a noise is heard and the two are startled by it.


Troy pulls away abruptly, eyes searching for the source of the disturbance. Tess rises from her knees, lips swollen and face flushed, looking flustered.

"What the fuck was that?" she hissed, steadying herself with one hand on Troy's shoulder, still tingling from his touch.

"I don't know," Troy replied tersely, already distancing himself emotionally, his gaze rolling towards the office door. "Stay here. I’ll check," Troy whispered, his voice barely audible as he approached the door with caution.

Tess nodded, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to regain her composure. With a flick of her wrist, she adjusted her disheveled clothing, primping herself as best she could under the circumstances.

Troy reached the door seeking the source of the disturbance and notices an envelope with his name has been placed under the door. Troy opens the package and finds compromising photos of himself and Tess’s office trysts inside.

An unsettling chill ran down his spine, a thousand red flags waving in his mind, drowning out the voice of rationalization.

Tess stepped closer, eyes scanning the images demanding his full attention.

Her face paled, hearing a distant thudding sound as the gravity of the situation sunk in.

In a frenzy, he quickly shoved the pictures back into the envelope, tucking it safely inside the top drawer of his desk.

Tess struggled to keep her composure, as she stammered, “W-who could have seen us? And how did they manage to acquire these damned photos? Your door was locked, Troy. Wasn’t it?”

The blood drained from Troy’s face.

He couldn’t bear to meet Tess’s troubled gaze, instead, choosing to focus his attention on the heavyset oak door that would, undoubtedly, soon become the center of trouble and exposure he never wanted or anticipated.

Troy's pulse quickened at the thought of this deception coming to light, his mind racing with every scenario imaginable, terror creeping in like tendrils of smoke.

Suddenly, Troy was painfully aware of their vulnerability, and the potential ramifications if those photos fell into the wrong hands. He felt his heated desire rapidly replaced with a cold, stinging dread that threatened to shatter the moment they had found themselves in earlier.

Troy turned to face Tess, her eyes reflecting the same anxiety and fear that must be mirrored in his expression.

"It seems like our late-night rendezvous might have been witnessed," Troy finally uttered, the words tasting sour on his tongue.

Tess's cheeks burned as if she had been slapped, her hands instinctively going to her mouth. "What do we do now?" she stammered, her heart hammering in her chest, threatening to escape the confines of her ribs.

Troy shook his head, still struggling to come to terms with the reality that their secret affair may no longer be a secret.

"We need to figure out who the fuck could have possibly seen us and taken those photos," Troy grumbled, his waning arousal giving way to anger and frustration.

Tess shivered, nervously twirling a strand of hair around her pointer finger. "Perhaps it was a cleaning crew, or maybe a security guard," she muttered, her voice wavering slightly. "We cannot rule out the possibility of an office prank from a disgruntled employee, either."

Troy nodded, considering the possibility before allowing his gaze to drift innocently around their luxurious surroundings.

"Regardless of who might have discovered our liaison, we ought to be more cautious in the future," he finally said, his tone measured and controlled despite the melting heat furling within him as he remembered her mouth stretched taut on his straining cock.

"Yes. But who could have done such a thing?" Tess asked softly, moistening suddenly dry lips.

“I don’t know, but I intend to find out. Let's head out for now.” Troy replied as he checks to see if anyone is around before preparing to leave the office.

Tess nodded in agreement and straightened her clothes, trying once more to compose herself. They both unlocked the door, peered into the dimly lit hallway, and upon finding no one, they left the office building together in a hasty blur.

As they walked to their respective vehicles, their conversation centered on the potential culprit responsible for the photographs, despite their mutual urge to succumb to the growing arousal that still simmered between them.

Troy's mind raced with possibilities, his suspicion spanning across several colleagues before settling on one logical, yet gut-wrenching, conclusion: Sophie.

Though the notion sent a shiver of betrayal down his spine, logic dictated that she had the access, timing, and motive needed to capture the sordid affair between him and Tess.

The weight of this realization settled heavily on Troy, and he couldn't help but wonder if those very same incriminating photographs might be at risk of discovery by his doting spouse. His stomach churned at the thought of the hurt and anger that would surely seize Sophie, shattering their already fragile bond, and likely, their marriage.

Troy decides to devise a plan to throw whoever this is off his tracks, and tells Tess not to worry, that he will take care of it.

"Don't worry about a thing, I will handle this."

He gives her a final kiss good night and watched her perfectly sculpted ass swaying in her tight skirt, as she walked towards her car.


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Gregg Zachary
Gregg Zachary
5月23日

Raw passion, Stylish setting. Naked desire. Beautiful people caught in a situaiton that may spiral out of control -- or not. Tess will either be Troy's triumph or his undoing. Either way, she's spinning a powerful erotic web of lust that will ensnare him again... Deliciously dangerous!

いいね!
Gregg Zachary
Gregg Zachary
5月23日
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I'll be reading. thanks for writing!

いいね!

Gregg Zachary
Gregg Zachary
5月23日

Riveting tale of lust and suspense. My favorite phrase is "dangerous dance of desire." Indeed!

いいね!
Jayda Jacobs
Jayda Jacobs
5月23日
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I’m so thrilled that you enjoyed reading! What aspects did you enjoy most?

いいね!
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