"Your husband is always swamped with work. Don't you worry he might cheat with one of his female coworkers?" I blurted out.
I wasn't just being paranoid. After all, I had seen it happen too many times. I knew that for men, love, and sex could be two different things. Even if a man loved his wife, when a woman tried to seduce and flirt with him, it was hard to resist. Just like me, I did love Scarlett, but when women like Mia and Grace, who are both stunning or someone like Hannah with her curvy figure, came onto me, I couldn't help but give in.
Unless it was someone like Emily, who used to be someone else's mistress and didn't have the looks or body to compete with the other women around me. Even when she threw hints my way, I just didn't feel it.
"Not at all. My husband always comes home at night, no matter how busy he is. Plus, all his assistants and secretaries are men. I don't have to worry about him cheating," Hannah said confidently, clearly trusting her husband.
Her married life seemed pretty happy, which made me feel even guiltier for pushing her into this.
Sure, I had slept with other men's wives, but those women either had cheating husbands or unmet needs. The so-called love in their marriages had faded over time.
I was just a temporary fix for these women, not causing any real damage to their marriages.
"As long as you're happy. But maybe I shouldn't come around so often, just to keep things smooth between you and your husband."
"Once a week is fine." Hannah walked to the closet, bent down to grab her shoes, placed them on the floor, and slipped into her high heels.
"Got it. Next time, I'll bring my brother. Can you help him out too?"
"Sure, just use our hospital's software to make an appointment. If you're bringing your brother, note it when you schedule so I can prep the right tests." Hannah grabbed her bag from a nearby shelf.
"You're not going to use the same methods on my brother, right?" I asked, still a bit worried.
"Don't worry! If you're really concerned, his wife can come along, and you can join them too. By the way, I'd love to see the woman who made a guy like you fall head over heels."
"Sure, but promise you won't tell my brother I've got a thing for his wife."
"Of course, you're my patient, and when your brother comes, he'll be my patient too. I have to keep both of your secrets."
With that, I felt a lot better.
"Alright, let's go. You're off work, and I'm heading home," I said, quickly changing back into my suit.
Hannah stood at the door, pulled out her phone, checked her messages, and started typing away with her thumbs. I changed clothes and was about to put my arm around Hannah to leave together.
But before I could touch her, Hannah skillfully dodged my arm like she had a radar installed.
"No, my husband is coming to pick me up after work. You can't leave with me. After I turn off the clinic lights, wait in the corridor for a bit. I'll go downstairs with my husband first, then you can leave, got it?""Of course." I nodded.
As a seasoned playboy, I knew the drill.
Hannah opened the clinic door, about to let me out first, but as she stayed behind to turn off the lights, a tall shadow suddenly appeared in front of me. From my angle, I could only see a thick head of hair, as Hannah was blocking the face.
"Why did you come up?" Hannah's voice was a bit loud, with one hand behind her back, frantically gesturing for me to hide.
With my sharp instincts, I knew it was Hannah's husband.
"I saw you hadn't come down, so I thought I'd come up and see if you needed any help." The man's voice was gentle, not too fast or slow, sounding very tender.
I quickly ran towards the bathroom, and when I reached the door, I turned back to grab the towel I had used. To reduce noise, I took off my shoes, and bent down to pick them up along with the towel.
Then I tiptoed quickly into the bathroom, closed the door, and looked around. Finally, I noticed a ventilation duct in the upper right corner of the washstand, spacious enough for me to hide.
I immediately turned off the bathroom light, opened the duct door with the moonlight, stuffed the towel in, and then with both hands on the duct, I lifted my feet off the ground, my toes against the wall, using the friction to climb into the duct.
Once my whole body was inside, I curled up, turned my head to face the duct door, stuck out half of my body to pick up the door I had placed on the washstand, and quietly closed it.
Worried that Hannah's husband might come into the bathroom, I slowly moved back with the towel and shoes, retreating into the duct. When Hannah's husband came in and looked towards the duct, he couldn't see me at all, so I stopped moving.
But the duct seemed to connect to the clinic wall, and from this position, I could clearly hear Hannah and her husband talking.
I could hear Hannah's shy voice mixed with a hint of blame drifting in from the wall. "It's all because of you. You didn't let me wear proper underwear this morning, so now I'm too embarrassed to go out. I have to wait until everyone else leaves before I can go out."
"Okay, it's all my fault, alright? Let's go back quickly. I can't wait to get home and make love to you."
"Really? We just finished an hour this morning, and you want more tonight?"
"Can't you see how long I've been holding back? Come on. Our daughter is already asleep, all that's left is for you to come back with me and make love. Or maybe we don't go back, we can just make love in your clinic."