Millie had not meant to drink the second glass of wine. The first had been for the nerves. The second? That one was for the ache. The ache of doubt. The ache of hurt. The ache of a photo burned into her mind and the silent fact that her mother was entangled in something she never understood, with a man Millie was beginning to fear she might not truly know.

She wandered into the bedroom with slow, cautious steps. The fabric of her robe dragged along the wooden floor as she moved. The faint sound of jazz played through the house speakers, low and honeyed. It must have been Javi who left it on. He always had a taste for ambiance and well, she was the one who had told him to feel at home.

Millie had thought that he was in the living room standing guard.

She did not expect him to be waiting in the hall.

But there he was, leaning against the doorframe. And shirtless too. She almost drooled at the sight of his hard abs. His lean torso caught the soft lighting, all hard edges and tattoos that hinted at his reliable person. His eyes found hers and called out to her. He held a single peeled orange in one hand, slowly pulling apart the segments like it was some ritual.

"Could not sleep either?" he asked.

Millie swallowed and nodded. "I...I....I thought you were in the living room"

"I was but then I had a feeling that you might need me so I decided maybe tonight is not the kind of night to be alone."

She blinked. "You did?"

"Yes Millie," he said, stepping closer and calling her name so sexily "I know the kind of company that you need. I'm ready to give it to you and Alex doesn'thave to know".

Javi closed in the gap between them and started to run his tongue through her neckline downwards and towards her breasts.

Millie meant to walk away but instead, she stayed. Javi's presence was heavy but not forceful.

He took off her rkbe and ripped her bra as he continued to lick her nipples sensually.

Millie threw her neck back enjoying the moment.

Alex didn't have to know.

He carried her to sit on the kitchen island and went between her legs, sucking her pussy.

Millie moaned, grasping his hair as he went deeper.

"You are shaking," he said.

"I love it."

"I know you do."

He continued to lick her pussy, making her jerk rhythmically to the orgasm.

Then he allowed her to take off his trousers.

Her eyes scanned his erected dick and then she rubbed it back and forth before bending low to give him the head.

When she was done, he whirled her around and ripped her panties off.

She turned. What was she doing? Naked with her husband’s guard. He was so close now she could smell his musk, she desired him so badly even though everything felt wrong.

"You do not trust me," he murmured, brushing a loose strand of her hair from her cheek.

"No."

"Then why are you still standing here?"

She had no answer. Or maybe she did. Maybe it was loneliness. Maybe it was the sting of betrayal still clinging to the corners of her heart. Maybe it was that her world had cracked, and Javi with his silence and slow touches was the only solid thing left for a moment.

His hand trailed down her arm. Gentle. Barely there. But it lit something beneath her skin.

"You should go," she said, but her voice lacked weight.

He leaned in. His lips brushed her jaw.

"Say the word," he whispered, breath hot against her skin. "Say no, and I walk."

She turned her head, and their lips met.

The kiss was not soft. It was hungry. Her hands curled into his shoulders. His gripped her waist, pulling her close her body close to his hard dick.

Then he whirled again, inserted his dick and began to fuck her like there was no tomorrow.

Millie moaned loudly as her body vibrated.

Even Alex had not made her feel this high.

With their clothes scattered on the floor of the kitchen and their bodies bare, Millie forgot, for a few dangerous moments, about the photo. About Alex. About the voice on the phone.

There was only now. Javi. Heat. Skin. A spark of pasion that was now turning into a smoke.

The afterglow was quiet.

Millie picked up her robe and wrapped it around her loosely. There was nothing to hide from Javi anymore.

Javi wore his trousers back then pulled her in for another long kiss.

"Do you regret it?" She asked.

He gave her a small, reassuring smile. "Not even a little."

She reached for her robe. "I do not know what happens tomorrow. I do not know who I can trust anymore."

"Then do not think about tomorrow. Just breathe, Millie. Tonight, you are still in one piece."

As soon as she returned to her bedroom, he stepped away from the kitchen, phone pressed to his ear, he waited until he reached the far end of the hall.

His voice was low.

"It worked. She took the bait."

A pause. Then he said,

"Tell Mateo that the plan is in motion."