Helpless Housewife: No Way to Fight Back

Before I could answer, the man rushed into the bathroom and turned his back to me to relieve himself.

"Long time no see," he said casually. "I'm surprised to find a goody-two-shoes like you in a place like this. Is Caspian here? No? I haven't seen him in a hot minute; I kind of miss him!"

Realization dawned on me—he was my husband's friend, Jason Laurier. I had only met him once, on the day of our wedding, when he had served as the best man.

"Oh, he had something to do tonight, so he couldn't come. I came here with a friend."

Before I knew it, he had closed in on me. His hand brushed against my rear, and despite myself, a soft cry escaped me. In an instant, silence settled in the cramped space.

He watched me with keen interest, and I found myself stealing glances at him as well. He was tanned and ripped. His form-fitting shirt constantly accentuated his solid pectorals, and his thick, muscular arms looked incredibly strong.

I couldn't help but fantasize. I imagined that he must be formidable in bed.

A few seconds later, Jason looked at me with concern. "Lorelei, are you okay? Your face is so red."

He closed the distance between us and pressed his hand on my forehead to check my temperature. "You're quite warm. You aren't coming down with something, are you?"

When I heard that, I tilted my head back, only to realize his height gave him an unobstructed view of my chest every time he looked down.

Right as my mind was racing, he abruptly seized my waist and hoisted me up, carrying me back into the restroom. He leaned in, inhaling deeply. "You smell incredible, Lorelei. I wonder, does Caspian know how little you're wearing right now?"

Part of me was terrified, yet another part was secretly hoping that something would actually happen between us.

I shook my head repeatedly. "S-Stay back! If Caspian finds out, he'll never forgive you!"

Instead of getting mad, Jason chuckled. He reached out and tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. "I wonder if your body is as stubborn as your mouth is, Lorelei."

"Stop it!" I yelled.

At that moment, Sophia's voice drifted in from outside. "Lori? Lori, are you in there?"

Without a second thought, I called out, "I'm in here!"

Right after saying that, I gave Jason a meaningful look. He calmly released his grip, a faint smile curling at his lips as he said lowly in a voice that only the two of us could hear. "Don't worry, we'll be seeing each other again!"

When I emerged from the restroom, I lied to Sophia, claiming I had an upset stomach, and I ran home like a woman possessed.

When I passed through an alleyway, I ran into a group of hoodlums who whistled at my retreating figure.

"Hey, beautiful, are you looking for some company? Hold on a second. I'm sure at least one of us is your type!"

Those crude remarks made me tremble with fear, yet it felt as though the repressed little demon inside me was being stirred into life, slowly beginning to grow. At that very moment, I made up my mind; I had to have a proper talk with Caspian.

The moment I pushed open the front door, I realized he was already home, wearing an apron and simmering soup in the kitchen. He looked at me, surprised, before taking a few glances at the clock on the wall.

He sat across from me, his eyes filled with affection as he smiled. "Honey, I apologize for how I acted last night. I hope you won't hold it against me. Here, take this card and buy yourself something nice. Think of it as my way of making amends."

Furious, I shot to my feet and raised my voice. "Why on earth can't you just listen to me and go get yourself checked, Caspian Birch?"