Revenge Behind The Mask

COURTNEY'S POV

However, before our lips could meet, I withdrew, and gave a sly smile.

Yes, that was the first direct move.

Showing him I was interested. It was his turn to make the next move.

“But of course, we have spouses, so I need to keep my attraction to you leveled.” I said, staring at him like a dove, making myself look more innocent.

Since innocent women drove men like him crazy.

“You are attracted to me, Caitlin?”

“Aren't you quite the prize, Mr. Bieber. You're a loving, handsome man who knows how to make a woman feel seen.” I chuckled, “My husband and I haven't even made love since we married. He hasn't so much as kissed me.” I said, and he looked surprised.

Well, that was the plain truth.

Then a pleased smile lit his face, “You mean David Jones hasn't done anything with you since you married?”

“Yes, he hasn't.”

“I'm also interested in you.”

“Think we could take it slow? Perhaps, choose a week where we make love all night?”

“What?” He asked, intrigued.

“We're going to make it like a teen party because damn, I love everything that makes me feel younger. And David makes me feel older.”

“I will make you feel younger.”

“Great, Mr. Bieber.”

“Kent.”

“Okay. Kent.” I smiled.

“My name sounds blissful coming from you.”

“You flatter me. So, we're going to drink for hours, see the best drinker, and then become crazed teenagers for making love. Then we make drunk love.”

“My God!”

“Straight up for a week.”

“For a week?”

“I don't know if your wife would like it though. I'm not really going to be confident if she knows this…”

“What she doesn't know, won't hurt her.” He said, and I looked at my fingers, feigning shyness, and a little reluctance.

Idiot. He was falling into my trap quite easily. It wasn't even taking much time.

Turns out a cheat would always be a cheat.

“So, if it's going on for a whole week, why don't we start today?” He asked, and I gave a smile.

“Sure.”

~

When the sky got dark, Kent and I headed to the hotel. I'd informed David of my movements, so he could know where I was, and if need be, he would come and get me.

Kent had a smile on his face, as he slid his credit card to the woman at the counter, and I returned the smile. Knowing Kent, he was a goner when it came to whiskey, so of course, I ordered whiskey.

When we got to the room, we sat at a little table, and I began to pour shots for him to drink quickly.

“I like bad boys.” I began, after he'd taken cour shots.

“You do?” He asked, and I deftly placed my phone on the desk.

He would never know that I was recording our conversation.

“Yes. Bad boys who know how to trick girls just turn me on. Some girls are so stupid, you know? If you can't handle a bad boy, then don't go to him.”

“Wow. I love the way you think.” I said, pouring him more shots.

“Yeah, there's this friend of mine. Her boyfriend cheated on her, and she got mad.”

“What's there to get mad about? All men will cheat. It's her fault because she didn't satisfy him well. Some ladies are just so boring when it…”

“Yes, yes, boring! I had a fianceè before Lacey, you know.”

Great, there you go. Now spill it. Only a few shots, and he was spilling already.

“Seriously? My God, that's so cool.”

“I played her nastily from the start to the bottom, and she believed it like a blatant fool.” He said, laughing, “Come to think of it; you both share similarities.” He said, pausing his drink to stare into my eyes, “Your eyes… They're hers.”