Chapter 4 Four

Roman arrived at the hotel, slightly perplexed when the receptionist informed him that his guest was already in the room. His brows furrowed, why would Sara book a room instead of meeting him in the lobby?

He brushed the thought aside, assuming she had her reasons, and made his way to the designated suite.

When the door opened, he was met with the sight of Sara in a body-fitting, low-cut dress that clung to her curves. The dim lighting accentuated the way the fabric shimmered against her skin, and the heavy scent of perfume filled the air. She leaned against the doorframe, a coy smile playing on her lips.

"Why did you book a room? We can talk in the lobby," he said, his tone neutral but firm. Stayed rooted at the entrance.

Sara let out a scoff, stepping closer. "Come on, Roman. You can't seriously pretend you don't know why I asked you to meet me here."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said firmly. Sara crossed her arms, tilting her head with a smirk.

"Really? You're going to act clueless? I see the way you look at me."

Roman knew this move well. He might be mean to his wife, but he wasn't a cheater. Sara had been sexting him lately, he only agreed to meet up with her to make her stop.

"I'm married to your best friend, Sara. And..." he was interrupted by Sara's chuckle.

"Married to Amy, you mean?" She clicked her tongue before sighing dramatically. "Oh, please. You really don't know, do you?"

"Know what?"

"Not big deal. Your little wife wanted to please her husband, so she agreed to fvck with her husband's boss to get him a promotion," She said casually.

Roman kept staring at her. He didn't give a reaction. Amy might be dumb, but she couldn't do something as audacious as that.

Seeing that he gave no reaction, Sara thought of playing her cards well. She took a step closer, her voice dripping with false sympathy.

"I just thought you should hear it from someone who actually cares about you. Amy gave herself to your boss, and in return, he would hand you a promotion on a silver platter. Didn't she come to your office today? Your boss called a make-up artist to redo her make-up at the party, right?" Sara sounded so confident. "That hinted they must have met after the party, right?"

Roman felt his entire body stiffened. The meet-up with Justin was between him and Amy, how come Sara knew about it?

The way his boss stares as Amy flashed in his mind, watching her with interest at the company was what made him hang his arm around her shoulder.

He didn't want to trust Sara, but the seed of doubt had already been planted in his mind. Sara grinned inwardly, stepped closer to him, and pulled him in.

She trailed her fingers over his chest, her voice turning softer. "You deserve better, Roman. Someone who actually wants you, not someone who sleeps her way through favors." That alone fuels his anger.

He was still battling with his thoughts when Sara slid the straps of her dress down, letting the fabric pool at her feet, revealing a lacy black lingerie set that barely covered her curves.

His throat tightened. He hated to admit it, but the sight stirred something inside him.

"You want me, don't you?" Sara smirked knowingly.

"I'm married," he muttered, clenching his fist. Sara pulled the lingerie down, now she was completely naked in front of him.

"And yet," she whispered, pressing her bare body against him, "... here you are."

Her lips brushed against Roman's neck, her tongue flicking over his skin as her fingers traced the hard lines of his chest. Roman groaned, torn between logic and desire. His mind screamed at him to leave but Sara's hands were relentless, sliding down his torso, unbuckling his belt.

"She did it with your boss, remember? In different positions," She whispered in his ear. "Why shouldn't you do it with me? Does she deserve your honesty?"

The words sliced through him, feeding his anger, his ego, his lust. She moved subtly, ensuring his weight shifted away from the door. A sly smirk tugged at her lips when she managed to crack the door open slightly.

She knew Amy must be on her way.

Sara grinned and laid on the bed while spreading her legs apart. She let out a sultry moan as her fingers slid between her wet folds, teasing herself as she watched him hesitate.

"Come on, Roman," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "Don't hold back. You want this."

She was confident that he wouldn't leave. She continued teasing herself, Roman's eyes never leaving her. His breathing turned heavy, his restraint unraveling. His fingers moved to his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease as he matched to the bed.

As the leather slid free, his erection sprang into view-thick, hard, and pulsing with need.

Sara licked her lips, pure hunger in her eyes. She reached for him, guiding his tip to her entrance, her breath hitching as she rubbed it against her soaked slit.

"Fvck," He groaned.

Sara gasped as he pushed into her in one swift thrust, stretching her open. She arched her back, her fingers clutching the sheets as pleasure coursed through her.

"God, yes! That's what I want!"

Roman wasn't gentle. His thrusts were rough, fueled by frustration and something darker. He didn't care about Sara, he cared about proving something to himself. If she could cheat, he could too.

Sara cried out in pleasure, her nails raking down his back as he drove into her over and over again. Roman barely registered the approaching footsteps outside the room. But Sara did.

A wicked smile curled on her lips as she moaned his name even louder. "Roman... oh, God.... Roman,"

Amy hesitated at the doorway. The room number was correct, but why was it slightly ajar? A part of her told her to turn back, but the second she heard Roman's name in a breathless moan, her heart plummeted.

No. That couldn't be right. Her fingers trembled as she pushed the door open, stepping inside hesitantly.

Her breath hitched as she took in the sight before her. Roman was kneeling between Sara's spread thighs, his hands gripping her waist. The way his body moved against hers, the sheer lack of hesitation.

For a second, Roman froze when the door creaked open. His eyes met Amy's, which was wide with shock. But instead of stopping, he gritted his teeth, tightened his hold on Sara, and continued.

Amy felt her chest cave in.

Sara turned her head, locking eyes with Amy, her lips parting in mock surprise before she let out an exaggerated moan.

"Yes, baby. Harder!"

Amy's vision blurred as her world shattered.

She couldn't move. She couldn't think.

Her husband. Her best friend.

Together.

"Roman!" She screamed in sheer horror, her body shook with betrayal. Tears gushing out of her eyes.

But none of them acknowledged her. Her heart shattered into a million pieces, worsened by Sara's exaggerated moans. She wanted to fight, but instead, she dashed out of the room, her entire world crumbling beneath her feet.

Sara smirked triumphantly. In her mind, she had won. Amy had stolen him from her first, now she had snatched him back from her.

Roman didn't feel victorious. He only felt betrayed, and cheated on.