Haylee's POV

Wow! I was stunned to see the hotel room, decorated with flowers. Red roses on the bed, and a glass of wine by the bed.

This is how I have always wanted to have my honeymoon. But that jerk of a billionaire took it away from me, at least my love gave it back to me.

"Do you like it?" I heard his voice from behind me, as his hands flew to my ass, while he planted k*ss on my neck

"I love it. I have always dreamt of something like this" I smiled, turning around to give him a deep kiss.

"I know" he bit his lower lips, and threw me on the bed.

"You are in such a haste '' I giggled while I let him take off my clothes for me.

"I'm glad you know that, let's not talk anymore" he uttered, while his hands drove to my undies, shifting it as his fingers struggled to play with my cl*t.

"Oh f*ck!" I moaned, he knew just where to touch.

"Moan for me !" He ordered and drove his fingers into my womanhood.

Damn! The pleasure was just too much, and it felt like my p*ssy was on fire, begging him for more.

"You want it huh?" He asked me, bringing out his d*ck.

"Yessss" I screamed, while I already wrapped my legs around his waist, waiting for him to just shove it in me.

But, he didn't do that, instead, he decide to tease my already wet p*ssy, by rubbing his d*ck against my cl*t.

I bit my lower lip and threw my head backward in pleasure.

"Ohhh…f*ck" I cried out.

Unknowingly, he inserted his d*ck inside me and my eyes nearly popped out.

"Ahhh" I yelled, and one would think that it was my first time taking his d*ck.

He slowly began his motion inside of me, making my legs shiver with each thrust. I rubbed my toes against each as a response to pleasure.

******

Meanwhile, just outside the reception of the hotel.

"Thank you very much" Zeke smiled at the receptionist, as he was handed a room key.

For some reason, his clients had chosen to come here. He felt embarrassed, it was not one of his usual five-star hotels, but he just had to manage.

He was to wait for them, he didn't want to be sent to the lounge so he decided to book a room just for the afternoon.

He was trying his best to locate his room number, but unfortunately for him. The numbers were not as organized as he expected so it gave him a tuff time, but he managed to find his way.

"Ohh F*ck me…yes..that's it. I want more…uhh'' he heard moans coming from the same room he had been given.

He got very confused, and thought maybe he didn't read the number right.

The number was correct, he was at the right place, but maybe just at the wrong time.

"Don't stop….your d*ck is so f*cking good. Yah…pound me, just like that" he heard that moaning again, and this time. The voice was too familiar for him to just walk away and ignore it. He knew he had heard that voice before.

"I want it…don't stop!!!" he heard her scream again, and he shook his head aggressively in disbelief.

"No, it can't be, '' he said to himself, and out of curiosity he opened the door slowly.

His wife was so caught up in her pleasure that he didn't notice that someone had opened the door.

"Haylee," he said almost in a whisper, as he let the briefcase fall from his hand.

"Sir, I'm so sorry. This room is already…" The receptionist ran after him, but it was too late.

Haylee and her partner, manage to cover themselves up with the duvet, before she had arrived

Zeke was in too much of a shock to say anything to anyone. He managed to pick up his briefcase and walked out so quickly, avoiding answering any questions.

"Aren't you going to go after him or something?" Haylee's lover became scared, but she didn't flinch a bit.

She turned to k*ss him with her hands rubbing all over his chest, trying to get him in the mood again.

"Stop it, go after him" he instructed her, with wide open eyes, but she played deaf and turned away from him.

Coming down from the bed to go have a shower.

"You have to be kidding me" he waved his hands in the air, at her silence and calmness.

"It is my marriage, so be calm" she smirked.

Zeke's POV.

Why does she have to do this? What can he give her that I can't?

I had so many thoughts in my head. I drove to the house and stopped with so much force that I bumped my head into the steering wheel. I was about to step down from my car, when I realized that staying home will only cause me more pain. I retreated and drove to the office.

"Good morning sir" one of my employees greeted me, but I didn't answer. I barely looked in his direction.

I folded my fists, still trying to keep all my anger to myself. I didn't want to vent it out on any of my employees, they weren't responsible for it, hence they shouldn't face the consequences.

"Excuse me sir" I heard a feminine voice say softly to me.

"WHAT IS IT?" I banged my fist on the desk, angrily flinging my laptop away.

"I'm sorry" she looked down, shaking so much, as if the room was at twenty degrees Celsius. She looked cold and frightened at the same time.

What the hell have I done now?

"Why are you here?" I asked her in a more calm and organized tone.

"I…I…" she stammered, and I don't know why that voice didn't sound familiar.

I could recognize the voice of almost everyone that works closely with me.

"Look at me" I ordered her because her head was still hanging low.

She slowly lifted her head, and swallowed hard.

"Are you new?" I shook my head trying to get a closer look at her.

"Yes, I am your new assistant" she swallowed her, moving further away from me, when she noticed I was getting up from my seat.