Revenge Behind The Mask

COURTNEY'S POV

“I said ‘Good Evening.’ Why did you ask me to rephrase myself?” I asked, slipping back into the cool tones that he knew belonged to Mrs. Jones.

“Ah, I see. I'm sorry. Don't mind me.” He replied, his eyes falling to my cleavages once more, before he quickly batted them away onto his wife who was watching me with disdain.

Not to worry, sweet Lacey. You would feel exactly what it feels like when you're betrayed by someone you love.

Hopefully, you love him, so my plans would sting.

“Have a nice day, Mr. And Mrs. Bieber.” I said, with a slight smile, and cat-walked out the door, heading for my car.

Getting in, I twisted the ignition and drove away as fast as I could.

“Courtney, we have to bear this. It's hard, but it's the path to destroying that son of a bitch!” I said, squeezing my steering wheel with the vortex of rage swelling rapidly within me.

Shortly, I got home, and David was there, having dinner.

“How did it go? Hard?”

“As if.” I replied, sitting on the sofa next to him, as I kicked off my shoes, “He was a dog, waiting for crumbs from his owner. He couldn't take his eyes off me.”

“Attractive. Nice strategy.” He said, and I turned to him. His eyes rose from my cleavages to stare right into mine, and I blushed red. He'd been looking at it too.

“That's not meant for you.” I said, turning away so my clumsy fingers could fix my buttons.

He chuckled, “Is it?”

“Yeah.”

“So, what are you planning when you finally seduce him? Sleep with him?”

“Why? Jealous of your wife being in bed with another man?”

“Ah, I remember. A man ought to be crazy if his wife is in bed with another man.” He said, his green eyes as cool as spring water on a lonely night, “So what will you do?”

“Never would I ever sleep with him again. I have my ways, David. You don't have to worry about a thing.”

He chuckled, “As if.”

~

The next day, I was back again in Kent's house, feeling even better than the last time as the quest for revenge had succeeded in blinding me fully.

We sat on the sofas of the living room, and I crossed my legs, exposing sweet and smooth flesh that he would love to run his hands over.

I'd chosen the color of seduction, a bright red tight skirt, with a red jacket, which did nothing to cover my temptation.

And today, my shirt was missing three buttons, not two.

I shot him sweet smiles as we spoke, and did well to expose my neck, and run my own painted fingers over my thighs.

“So, would you do me a favor, Mrs Jones?”

“Caitlin. Not Mrs. Jones.” I said softly, and his eyes traveled over me.

“Caitlin. I'd love you to recruit a friend of mine into your company.”

“I see.” I said, rising to go to the counter where I mixed drinks. He came to stand next to me.

“She's the daughter of a friend of my mother's.”

The fool had no mother!

“Okay?”

“Can you recruit her?”

“Absolutely.” I said, taking off my jacket to reveal softness and feminity as the white shirt clung to me tightly with its short sleeves, “Send me her resume, and she can start working tomorrow.”

“Just like that.”

Then I turned to him, looking at his lips, as I bit mine slightly, stepping closer to him, “I'm the wife of the CEO.”

“Oh.” His voice dropped an octave, and I pulled down the collar of his shirt, forcing myself to meet his lips with mine.

I was going head on like the bull I was.