Desmond trudged through the hotel lobby. He was totally exhausted and angry. The conference had left him drained, and Anabel's sudden appearance had made him unsettled.
As he was walking towards his room, he noticed a familiar figure standing in front of the room opposite his. He could tell who the person was.
It was Anabel. Desmond's heart skipped a beat. Not because he saw her, but because she wasn't alone. A man was with her, and he was opening the door for her. It wasn't even Jethro. He was a huge, rich-looking, handsome man. He has never seen that figure before.
"Who the fucking hell is this man?" Desmond asked himself. "Could he be the one backing Anabel? He must be the anonymous one who paid for the company."
A spark of jealousy ignited within him. Anabel is dating a very rich man. When they entered the room, Desmond quickened his pace. He got to his door and fumbled for the key card. He swiped the card, and it opened immediately.
As he entered, he couldn't shake off the image of Anabel and the strange man. Desmond's mind raced. He paced around the room, his thoughts tangled in a web of emotions: anger, jealousy, and curiosity.
Desmond stopped in front of the window, gazing out into the beautiful city. The city lights blurred as his thoughts focused on Anabel.
Their divorce had been messy, but he never expected her to move on so quickly. Desmond's grip on the windowsill tightened. He shouldn't care, but he did. He can't control it.
Why was he feeling this way? He was the one who ended things with Anabel. He signed it first and demanded her signature. Yes, he had moved on with Daniella, or so he thought. But the image of her with another man ignited a fire within him.
"You're not supposed to care about her." He told himself, but his emotions refused to listen. Jealousy coursed through his veins like venom. He couldn't shake off the feeling of possessiveness.
Anabel was his. No, she wasn't. She was now his ex-wife. Desmond's thoughts swirled in confusion. He paced around the room, trying to shake off the unwanted emotions, but with each passing moment, the jealousy deepened.
He found himself wondering who the man was. What was their relationship? How long had they been together? Desmond's fists clenched. He didn't have to know or give attention to her new relationship, but he couldn't help it.
Desmond realized that his feelings for Anabel weren't entirely extinguished. A better part of him still loved her. He still wanted her. He still needed her. He managed to take his bath and relaxed on the bed.
Later at midnight, Desmond's eyes snapped open; his mind was foggy from the remnants of sleep. The hotel room was shrouded in darkness. He lay still, trying to shake off the lingering fatigue. But then, he heard it. A faint moan was coming from the opposite room. The room he saw Anabel enter with a man.
"Ohhh! Yes, baby! Fuck me harder! The voice was tiny because of the walls, but enough to make his heart sink.