Chapter 6: Secrets are meant to be kept.

"Selina!"

The angry voice from behind made her halt. She turned swiftly and held her breath when she saw her husband standing, his stance, gait, and expression hard.

He moved slowly to where she stood rooted in place.

"Why does it look like you have been avoiding me?" He asked.

Selina closed her eyes against the assault of his foul breath. When she opened her eyes again, she found him still staring at her intently.

"Wh-what do you mean?" She asked, taking a step back. After she left Alan’s room, she was driven by so much guilt that all she did was move to another room and passed out after drinking to the point of stupor.

Thomas, her husband, continued to stare at her. When he finally shrugged and looked away, he wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her closer.

"I was expecting more this morning, but you disappeared." He lamented.

Selina felt like scoffing at his obvious gaslighting. She wanted to ask if he wasn't the one who slept off, leaving her yearning for more. But she held her tongue, not wanting to add more fire to the burning coal.

"You looked tired, and I didn't want to disturb you." She lied smoothly.

"I was." He conceded. He moved his rounded body forward and motioned for her to follow him. She did without hesitation.

"Do you know that Peter awarded that contract to my rival company?" He lamented. "After all the efforts I put in to ensure the contract would work in my favor." He stopped speaking but didn't halt his movement.

Selina knew she should say something, but nothing came out of her mouth. She wasn't ready to ask who he bribed or even who he was going to make sure paid for his loss. But she knew someone had to pay.

"By the time I lay my hands on Andrew, he will forget who his family members are." His hands were fisted beside him.

Selina gulped, already fearing for whoever the Andrew guy was.

"He dared to collect money from me but refused to show up and work on the contract?"

Selina kept walking behind him. She could tell that he was lost in his own world, already plotting against the Andrew guy.

"Good evening, Mr. Thomas. Miss Selina." The butler greeted them when they got to the dining room. Thomas ignored him, still lost in his head. Selina merely nodded at him before she plopped her ass on the chair.

"Bunch of fools," Thomas hissed out. He slammed his hand on the table, startling both the butler and Selina.

"With your age, old man, you will die of a heart attack if you don't stop yelling," Alan said from the doorway.

"All these wouldn't be happening if you joined me in the family business." His father scowled at him.

Alan said nothing as he left where he stood and walked to the dining table.

"You know I have no interest in spending hours sitting on a chair, and my eyes glued to files that contain nothing but a jumble of words." He sat himself beside Selina who was doing her best to act like he didn't exist.

"Have your wife join the company instead." He said out of the blue.

Selina jolted her head up to stare at him.

"Hello, Mrs. Thomas," Alan said with a sweet smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Selina ignored him pointedly.

There was no point in giving him the pleasure he sought from deliberately goading her.

The butler served their meals and they began to eat in silence. Halfway through the meal, Selina felt Alan’s foot tracing the length of her legs. She trained a dark look at him, silently warning him to stop. He didn't bother to look at her. She hissed and shifted her chair away from him.

"Is everything okay, my love?" Thomas asked, looking pointedly at the woman.

Shame coiled through her. She stopped scraping the chair across the floor and focused on her meal again.

A low rumble from Alan caught her attention, just before his finger curled around her pants and shifted it aside. Selina clasped her thighs together, but that didn't deter him. He flicked her left thigh, forcing her to open up from the pain. His finger shook inside her pussy and began to stroke mildly.

"Hmm," Selina moaned under her breath. The spoon in her mouth was forgotten. She clasped her teeth against it, holding on to dear life.

"So, Dad, how is work?" Alan asked.

Thomas lifted his head from his meal. He frowned at his wife.

"Are you sure you are okay?" Hw asked again.

"Hmmm..." Selina moaned out the response. She removed the spoon from her mouth and dropped it on the plate. "Just... worried about... that deal you lost?"

"You lost a deal?" Alan asked. He was still fingering Selina, slowly increasing the pace with each stroke. He leaned forward slightly. "Who is the unfortunate bastard that crossed your path this time?"

Selina gripped the edge of the table to keep from moaning out. Her mind registered Alan and his father rambling on, but she was too lost in the throes of passion to care.

She shivered when he pinched her clitoris and added another finger in her, making the 'come here' signal in her. His free finger roamed her clitoris, bringing her to maximum pleasure.

She was going to come if she didn't stop the madness soon. She looked at the man pleasuring her but he was still looking straight ahead, refusing to meet her eyes.

"Fuck!" She cried out, unable to hold the pleasure in anymore.

Both her husband and Alan turned to look at her - one with surprise, the other with satisfaction. She dropped her fork on the floor and bent down to pick it up, pretending that was why she cursed out. She slapped Alan’s hand away from her pussy.

"Excuse me." She said. She stood up, adjusted her long skirt, and moved away from the temptation of him. "I think I'm just going to retire to bed early."