ch 7

Leah's POV

I could swear that I thought I had seen a ghost...

My husband had just been telling me about our new home and he had made the down payments from a recent contract.

Kyle's soft but deep voice deeply showed just how much he was excited and he had just ordered a bottle of wine before I literally spat out every piece of wine I had taken on my husband.

Prince Khalid.!

What was he doing here?!

of course security immediately infiltrated the Restaurant.

I must have a Talisman following me because I am on a very bad streak of Bad Luck.

Like my Pants-wetting Boss happened to also use the same restaurant, my sweet Kyle had brought me to escape the pressure from work and lighten my day..

Like who did I offend in my past life?!!

Shit!

I forgot about Kyle being covered in literal wine Spit..

Ewww!!

"oh my goodness, Baby I'm so sorry!!"

As I grabbed paper towels and literally almost hit Kyle's eyes.

I'm completely loosing it at this point.

My hands are on my head as I try to take calming breaths.

At this point, I must have sat and stood countlessly.

Kyle worriedly asked me what was the issue as he came around to my side to hold me.

I have such a loving husband but why am I behaving like a horny teenager in front of my Boss.

"M m my B Bo ooss?

I stuttered, shivering.

It was at that moment that Kyle lifted his head and saw Mr. Khalid.

I almost bursted out laughing if I wasn't already shaken from seeing him.

Kyle's mouth was as wide as my wine cup.

Yeah everyone, I ended up with the most dramatic man on earth! 🤦🏻‍♂️

But I cannot see myself with any other person.

Kyle completes me..

Well not from the side view of Mr. Khalid literally and unashamedly undressing me.

And what is more maddening?

In front of my husband!

I must have definitely orgasmed so many times, if he had me placed on top of that coffee table he was sitting on and just continued to eye rape me like that.

Fuck!

Those silver eyes.

His eyes made me feel I was Committing sin being married..

ohhhh yessss!!!

I'm married!

Why do I keep forgetting that when I'm around Mr. Khalid?

"Uhhmmm Babe?"

I softly looked at Kyle

"It would be disrespectful not to go pay your pleasantries since you work directly under him and he owns your company."

Kyle, Kyle, kyle!

My well groomed Ball of goodness was not reading the room.

And for the sake of our marriage, I was grateful he wasn't.

But he just threw me out to the wolves unknowingly.

I could swear that my feet had a mind of their own because they refused to move.

I took my time, walking to his table.

He knew I was coming because his eyes never left me.

I would say I even saw something sadistic and Fearsome about them. There was a flaming spark in his silver eyes, it almost resembled ownership. He was getting off of the fact that I was coming to him.

He was satisfied I was coming to him.

I felt dominated.

The crawling shivers in my arms and legs were not from the air-conditioning.

I feel something just shifted in my relationship with my Boss.

And all it took was just for me to acknowledge him by walking to his table.

I think time just slowed.

On reaching his table, I suddenly lost my voice .

"Leah?"

He whispered and his baritone definitely caused goose bumps that got me having vibrations down my clitoris.

"H hello Sir Khalid?"

I stammered.

"You dine here ?" He continued, still hypnotizing me with his eyes.

I nodded.

He sucked in his lower lips and tiltled his head to one side.

"Use your words, Leah... Always use your words with me Leah."

He spoke looking into my eyes directly.

Was this man trying to give me a heart attack when my husband is barely 20 feet from us.

" Yes, sir Khalid"

I answered like a crazed lunatic that was being pounded from the back Huskily.

I am literally sweating and his humanly impossible gray eyes never left. He just kept on looking at me intensely.

Eyeball to eyeball..

If I was alone with him, believe me I would shred myself of any self control and spread my legs open on one of this tables and practically touch myself for the world to see.

For him to see.

Especially Him.

Just to show him how wet and soaked I was.

This is so wrong on every Level humanly possible called Decorum and Sanity.

How can I have sex without being touched or talked into.

Like all he did was call my name and I had cummed in my thong.

I need to get a hold of myself and I need to wash or wipe myself right now.

Because I was beginning to smell myself.

He smelt it too.

Because his eyes suddenly became very gray and darkened.

He knew what just happened.

Fuck!

What have I done?

Putting myself together, I withdrew from this maddening mind game.

I raked my fingers through my hair and suddenly smiled with a straight face.

He seemed unfazed but snickered with a small crooked smile on his lips.

He knew what he was doing!

This man wanted me Naked and he wanted it fast!

"I have to get back to my husband Sir, Do enjoy your meal".

I spoke quickly and projected my voice.

He simply nodded and looked at his phone.

he disconnected from me.

The bastard!

He was the kind of men that does the rabbit-carrot chase fetish.

Now I would be craving him the more.

He did it so quickly you would feel I was a one night stand and he was done with me.

He has just dismissed me!

Crazy Mind fucker!

I cursed in my mind

Shit!!!!!

Shit!!!!

I feel used even though nobody touched me.

I turned to look at Kyle giving me a sweet smile of encouragement.

I almost cried in shame.

I was blessed with a loving husband but I sense that if I continue working for TROIS KENNEDY INT'L, I would soon be a divorcee.

I hand signed kyle that I wanted to use the Ladies room, which he nodded and gave me a wink.

I briskly walked into one of the stalls and cried bitterly.

I cried for my bad day.

My sanity.

And most importantly, I cried because I sensed something forbidden looming.

I wiped my pussy with the paper towels offered.

I even moaned with how horny and wet I became.

I had to tear apart my thong lingerie and dispose in the trash..

I don't want to be smelling like sex when I'm back to my husband.

He was gone when I returned.

And I just keep wondering on our way home from Dre's spot.

Did I celebrate a transfer or a trap with my husband?