Page 33 of Tempted By Sin

If only they knew I was the devil in disguise.

After another long fifteen minutes, the hallway now empty, Liam and the redhead step out of his office. She adjusts her button-down shirt, her large tits barely contained by the material. Creases that weren’t embedded into the fabric before she went in are now visible from where I stand at the end of the hallway. Her red lipstick is smeared ever so slightly, and a light sheen of sweat glistens over her pale skin. A noticeable glow that wasn’t there before is now evident.

The redhead waves at Liam as she saunters down the hallway, fluffing her hair.

Liam bites his bottom lip as he watches her. He looks just as disheveled as the redhead. Not only is his hair a mess, but the forest green tie around his neck hangs loosely, and the top three buttons on his shirt are undone. But what makes me see red is the belt hanging loosely around his waist, and his unbuttoned trousers.

Oh, this motherfucker….

I fist my hands at my side, contemplating if I should shove him back into his office and allow him to get acquainted with my fists. The rage boiling beneath my skin is set to explode, but if it does, I’ll be screwed. The last thing I need is for him to take notice of me and become suspicious. If he figures me out, this will have all been for nothing.

With my jaw clenched, I step back into the shadows of the hallway, my face growing hot with anger.

Liam taps the door frame before stepping back inside. I stand in silence for another ten minutes before he makes a move to leave for the night. When he shuts the door to his office, I’m surprised to see he doesn’t lock it. Given he’s a big shot politician, I would’ve thought he would lock up whatever shit he’s hiding in there.

When he’s out of sight, heading home to my little bird, I step out of the shadows and walk toward the closed door. It opens with ease, and I slip inside, making sure to shut it quietly behind me. The room is dark, save for the moonlight streaming in from the window behind the desk. I don’t stop to gaze around the room, only focused on collecting the video camera from the bookshelf and getting the fuck out of here.

I snatch the device disguised as a book off the shelf and slip out of the room. I don’t bother to put the cart away or take off the janitor uniform. I’m itching to get back to my car parked across the street and view the footage.

When I’m in the safety of my car, I plug the book camera into my laptop and wait for the footage to upload. My leg bounces beneath me, my patience wearing thin. If there is anything incriminating in this footage, I’ll have to use some major restraint not to go to his house and kill the fucker. I already suspected he was cheating, but seeing it with my own eyes, and having evidence of such, will make me even more furious.

Touching what’s mine is one thing, but thinking he can hurt her is another.

The uploaded file flashes on the screen. I waste no time clicking on it, watching as the video stream comes to life. The file is time stamped at nearly seven hours long, so I skip through the boring shit of him sitting in meetings, working on his computer and talking with whoever stopped by.

When I get to the last thirty minutes of the video, I stop, letting it play out. As soon as the redhead enters the room, closes the door behind her, and locks it, I lean back in the seat, my eyes focused on the scene playing out before me.

Liam stands from his desk and wastes no time pulling the redhead into his arms and kissing her. My fists clench on my thighs as I watch them make out, their hands all over each other. It gets worse when he bends her over his desk, flips her skirt up, and fucks her from behind.

That was all I needed to see.

I click out of the video and slam my laptop closed. Silence settles deep into my bones as I stare across the road at the building I spent all day watching this motherfucker. Fury gnaws at my sides. The fucking audacity of this guy.

What should I do with the information I’ve been armed with? It would be so fucking easy for me to leak this footage to the media and watch the assholes career and life crumble beneath his feet. I want to see him crash and burn for hurting what’s mine.

Alternatively, I could use the video as leverage for him to leave Paetyn. I highly doubt a man of his status would want this type of scandal to reach the media, so if he were a smart man, he would leave what’s mine and go about his life without so much as speaking a word about the footage.

Either option sounds appealing to me.

As I consider my options, captivating emerald eyes appear in my mind, followed by almost silver hair that looks fucking amazing wrapped around my fist. I grin as I remember the night we shared together out in the cabin. It killed me that she couldn’t scream my name as she came undone on my cock. But she couldn’t know who I was. It would ruin everything.

But now sheknows my name, so I’ll be damned if I don’t get to hear my name fall from her lips as I fill her.

My eyes flick to the closed laptop and the concealed video file hidden inside. Maybe I’ll sit on what I should do with it for a little bit longer. Besides, I like this game I’m playing with my little bird. The one where she pretends she doesn’t want me, but I know she’s thinking about me, especially whenever she’s with her fiancé.

If anything, it only fuels the obsession, knowing I have her at my fingertips but can’t have her. At least, not yet. But soon.

I grin as I pull out my phone and click on her phone number. For now, I’ll hold onto the footage until I need it. Who knows, maybe I’ll find a need for it soon enough.

ACE: What are you wearing, little bird?

PAE: Go away.

ACE: You don’t mean that, do you?

PAE: Yes, I do. Leave me alone.

ACE: Tsk. That’s not what I saw in those pretty innocent eyes of yours two nights ago when your mouth was stuffed with another man’s cock. You were looking for me, wishing you had your lips wrapped around me. You knew I was watching.

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