Chapter 2 Our house

Chapter 2

She glanced at a latest Ferrari parked in the distance. It was a black Ferrari. She realized that Erin meant direction, but she was just too slow at the moment to understand what he said. She gasped when Erin stepped out of the car. She quickly walked towards him, grateful that there weren't many people around, and those who were outside were too busy to mind others' business.

"F*ck, that hurts! Do you miss me so much that you greet me with pinches and slaps?" he teased her, pulling her by the waist.

"Erin, stop it! Don't be clingy here. If we get caught, I'll take you to my grave with me!"

He smirked. "Wow, I love it. The 'till death do us apart' you promised your husband at the altar, you'll actually fulfill it with me,"

"Shut up!"

He pouted, and she tried not to smile at his cuteness. "A kiss? I wasted effort buying this car so your husband would feel the grief of losing you to me,"

W-What? He bought that car for that reason? Goodness, he's crazy.

Her eyes widened, and she slapped his pout. "Are you out of your mind? Do you really plan to show yourself to Tyson? Do you want to get punched?"

He rolled his eyes. Wow, he rolled his eyes at her. "It's your fault for leaving without saying goodbye to me after I put you to sleep in my private room. I'm jealous of your husband, I have the right to be jealous. I'm your lover, I have rights to complain. Yes, the lover has the right, not the spouse,"

She laughed at what he said. "You're crazy, get out of here-Hmmp-Hey, rude. Don't just kiss me suddenly!" She glared at him, but he just smirked after giving her a quick kiss.

"Sorry not sorry, I'm a thief. I love to steal kisses if it's you." She blushed at what he said, and her heart started to pound loudly in her chest.

She pushed him away. "G-Get out of here, you're disturbing the neighbors,"

He giggled. "Really? Because I'll only accept what you said if we're in the same house, making love all day long, and you're screaming in pleasure under me,"

She gasped at Erin's crudeness. "You're so vulgar, get out-Wait, what are you doing?" She asked nervously as he suddenly pulled her into the car.

"Here, eat the soup I brought you. I cooked it with love and effort. If I were your husband, I would never let you go out wearing just a robe. I'd rather die than let you go out like that. Tyson is so lucky-"

"Tyson, Erin. Tyson!"

He smirked. "I like calling him poison, no one can stop me from calling your husband whatever I want,"

She sighed deeply. "God help me, you're as stubborn as Easter,"

"Now you're sounding so conyo,"

She glared at him. "I said, eat up before your husband picks you up here."

She quietly ate the soup, which lessened her hangover. It was delicious and aromatic, making her close her eyes with each bite.

"Stop moaning, Mi Reina. You're making it hard for me to breathe in the same place as you," he said, not looking at her but staring out the window. She could see his Adam's apple moving up and down.

"Oh? You're turned on? How weak of you,"

He turned sharply towards her, his face darkening as he stared at her. "I'm not weak, will you stop putting that spoon in your mouth and put my friend in it instead?"

She choked on his words. "See? Don't try me. I can break you even more than that,"

Her womanhood awakened because of his crude words, and she tried to act like she didn't care about his dirty talk, even though her whole system was

"Why did you come here barefoot?" he asked with a furrowed brow, pulling her leg and cleaning her dirty foot.

"H-Hey, d-don't clean it, it's embarrassing!" She tried to pull her leg off his lap, but Erin gripped her ankles tighter to stop her.

"Don't be stubborn, let me clean your feet. I have spare slippers here."

Her eyebrow raised when Erin put the fluffy slippers on her. "From your girlfriend?" she asked snappily.

Erin looked at her with a wide grin. "No, my girlfriends have never been in my cars, and I don't care about them like I care for you now."

She crossed her arms, feeling annoyed. "So, you're admitting you have girlfriends, huh?"

"Wow, mad already? I have reasons for having lots of women before. Wait, are you jealous? Don't be, love. It's making me giddy." He pouted. "F*ck, ugh!" Erin cupped himself when she kicked him. She was more annoyed that he had many girlfriends. Then again, he was very handsome, so it's no surprise women liked him, and she hated that.

"Leave now." She got out of the car and went inside the house. Tyson, who was still in the living room drinking coffee, looked at her in confusion.

"Why are you so mad? Did I do something wrong?" Her husband asked in a monotone voice, but she just rolled her eyes at him and went to their room. She showered properly and got dressed because she had a lot to do. She's a fashion designer and loves to draw dresses and other types of clothes. Her parents thought she was just Tyson's housewife, but she actually wasn't. She worked because she didn't want to rely on her husband. She didn't even touch his money, even though he gave her an allowance every month. She just deposited it into Easter's bank account because all of Tyson's money would go to their child anyway.

"Honey! Why are you breaking up with me? Didn't you say you love me?"

"I don't love you and I never said that. I told you I just wanted a release; I never said I'd commit to you. You're just a fling, don't demand more than that. You knew I was already married, yet you still seduced me. You just want my money, right? Here, take this and go away. We're done, I don't want to see you again. You're so boring and loud to be with."

"What? How could you treat me this way? I love you, Tyson!"

"Well, the feeling isn't mutual. Just get out of our house, you b*tch, or I'll call the security of this subdivision to throw you out if you resist."

She passed by the arguing couple as if they weren't there. The woman's eyes widened as she looked at her. She should be surprised because she was much prettier, yet Tyson still cheated on her. It annoyed her that her husband had no taste.

She faced Tyson, who looked shocked, probably not expecting her to walk past them.

"S-Sweetie, I'm cutting ties with her. I didn't know why she came here-"

"Oh please, Tyson. If you're going to cheat on me again, could you at least choose someone prettier than me? Look at her, she's so cheap. How many layers of makeup did she put on to look human? She's trying hard but looks like a clown."

"You b*tch-"

"Enough, Sera. Let's go, we need to clear things out." Tyson dragged the woman out, who was still glaring at her until they were finally out of the house.

She might as well not wear clothes if her large chest was going to spill out of her crop top. She wore short clothes to attract attention, and her husband was one of those caught by her cheap style.

"If it were me, I wouldn't treat you like that."

"What the-Erin? Why did you come in? You really like getting yourself into trouble, huh? Leave before someone sees you." She nervously pushed him, but he didn't budge and wrapped his arms around her small waist.

"Relax, the maids won't say a word. They're too scared to lose their tongues. I already bribed them with my money, and they will update me if your husband isn't around so I can come here and spend time with you. How sweet of me, right?" He raised his eyebrows and grinned playfully.

"You're really crazy!"

His face turned serious. "It's your fault; you made me crazy over you. Your husband is such a fool for replacing you with someone unworthy of love." His deep gaze weakened her knees. If he wasn't holding her waist, she might have collapsed on the marble floor due to the intensity of his stare.

"Relax, Mi Reina. We're just starting. Don't be so anxious; we're not in the exciting part yet. You could just leave your husband since he cheated. You can come with me, and of course, we'll bring Easter."

She gasped. "H-How do you know my daughter's name? I only told you about me and my husband, nothing more."

He smiled. "You don't know me well, Mi Reina. You really don't. I can do everything with just a snap of my fingers, and I was curious about your daughter. That's why I asked one of the maids, and she told me about her. She looks like you, huh?" He looked at the family portrait on the fireplace. It was Tyson, her, and their daughter, Easter.

"I should be in that picture, not Lason." His face darkened.

"Tys-" She was silenced by his sudden approach. She wanted to move away, but he held her in place.

"I don't care about his name; I only care about you and your daughter. Why settle for less when you deserve a better man like me?" She stared at him, speechless.

To Be Continued...