Soon, Vanessa got tipsy and slid into Sylvester's couch. "I need you now, baby." Vanessa murmured and kissed Sylvester on the lips. Sylvester kissed back, which turned into a passionate one.
From kissing, Sylvester carried her up, and made his way to the room. Once they got into the room, he dropped her and began to unbuckle his belt.
Vanessa smiled, watching him remove his belt and pull his trouser down. She couldn't wait to be drilled. Her pussy was already wet, waiting to be used.
She watched his dick spring up to action when he pulled his pants down. She smiled again and pulled her gown off, then slid her wet pantie off. Sylvester climbed on top of her and guided his manhood to her entrance. No time for romances, just sex. He slides in, allowing her pussy to envelope his dick. Soon, Sylvester was trusting in and out of her. "Oh! Fuck that fucking pussy, baby!" She moaned, grabbing him closer to herself.
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As soon as it clocked five, Anabel stood up and gathered the last of her documents, then piled them neatly in a drawer. As she cleared her desk, her thoughts remained focused on what Desmond had said earlier.
"Visit him unannounced. Maybe you’ll see something you should have known a long time ago."
"Is he cheating on me?" That was one of the questions running in her head.
This evening, she was going to find out exactly what Desmond meant. She picked up her phone and called her driver, telling him to wait for her in the car. She walked out of her office and headed towards the elevator. She entered and pressed the last floor.
Her workers were greeting her on her way to the parking lot, but she barely acknowledged them. Her mind was locked onto Sylvester.
She got to her car and slid into the backseat. Her driver glanced at her through the mirror. “Where to, ma’am?”
“Sylvester’s apartment,” she answered.
The car pulled out of the parking lot, moving smoothly through the busy streets. Just before they reached Sylvester’s neighborhood, she stopped her driver.
“Stop here,” she instructed, and the driver hesitated. “Are you sure, ma’am? It’s just a little ahead—”
“Yeah. Just stop. “I will walk the rest of the way,” she replied.
Her driver pulled over, and she stepped out. She doesn't want him to know she was coming. If he was cheating on her, she would easily catch him red-handed. That was the major thing on her mind. Maybe Desmond wanted her to find out herself.
She moved silently toward his apartment. Her heartbeat was steady but heavy. As she reached his front door, she immediately noticed that the door was slightly open.
She hesitated for a moment, debating whether she should knock—but something in her gut told her to just walk in. So she did.
Stepping inside as quietly as possible, she was greeted by the smell of alcoholic wine. But then—she heard something.
A girl was moaning in Sylvester's room. "Oh, baby, right there. Fuck me harder. Ohhhhh! Aghhhhh! Yes, baby! Harder!" The lady kept moaning loudly.
Anabel stood frozen in the doorway; her breath was caught in her throat. Sylvester is having a good time with someone else, and it's like she knew the person. She could recognize the voice. It wasn’t just any woman. It was her. Vanessa. The woman Sylvester had always claimed was his cousin's sister.
Anabel felt a sharp, piercing pain in her heart. Her chest tightened, her stomach twisted violently, and a dull ache settled deep in her heart. A suffocating wave of betrayal washed over her, heavier than anything she had felt before.