The Married With The Devil

Secret

By nine o'clock, Cathy drove her white ford fiesta to the southwest and through some pretty famous shopping centers. After passing through a famous district, he turned his car towards an apartment building located quite far from the center of the crowd.

After parking his car on the side of the road—just under a large tree with minimal lighting, he immediately stepped foot covered with seventeen inches of maroon-colored heels, enter the building and take one of the elevators that will take him to the ninth floor.

His polished pink-cut finger nimbly pressed a few safety codes and shortly thereafter, a door numbered 1096 opened. And the first to welcome it is the sound of classical music in the 80s.

“Welcome.” Cathy smiled wryly as she walked over to a man sitting quietly on the sofa, closing her eyes. Enjoying every piece of music he hears today.

As she got used to it, Cathy immediately sat herself on the lap of the man. Next to his hand he clung to the man's neck, while his one hand he used to put a soft touch on his cheek. And lastly, he gave a kiss with an intimidating voice.

“My dear, Cathy.” Say the figure while hugging Cathy possessively. Then land a strong squeeze on the woman's buttocks.

“Oh, Wilson.” Cathy deliberately made a teasing sigh. And as a result, Wilson rewarded him with one small bite in the neck.

Well. The man he was with when, was none other than Alan—'s uncle his own cousin. For two years they have been in a special relationship. In fact, one week after the death of his wife—Jasmine, Wilson and Cathy begin their madness together. And this apartment he just visited was a secret place where they used to meet or even make love.

“I want to show you something.” Cathy immediately grabbed her slingbag located on the table and grabbed her phone from inside. Deftly, his finger entered the phone password and opened the gallery. And showed a portrait of a young woman to Wilson.

“Who is he?” Wilson stared at Cathy questioningly.

“Bianca. Lover Alan.”

“What?!” Wilson said in shock as he stared at Cathy in disbelief. Especially when looking at the portrait of Bianca shown to him. A normal-looking High School girl.

“I met the two of them a few days ago at Green Mart. And Alan himself told me.” That time, when she accidentally meets Alan at the supermarket, Cathy secretly photographs Bianca to show Wilson. And as he expected, the man did not believe him.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.” Cathy answered quickly. At first, he did not believe. But after Bianca showed a reddish sign of lovemaking on her chest a few days ago—when she came to visit Alan's office, Cathy became a little trusting. Especially when Alan refused his offer to the man to be introduced to some of his female friends.

A successful young entrepreneur with many assets, Alan also lives in a super elite housing estate. Where, only those from the upper class deserve to inhabit it. Not only the place and building are luxurious but also the housing security system is super sophisticated. Most residential houses have some security in charge of maintaining, but different with the area where Alan lives. Anyone who comes to visit must pass through the face detection sensor and also the fingerprint of the home with the permission of every homeowner. That is, only people who are registered or have official access are allowed to enter. And so far, only Jimmy and Bianca have officially granted Alan access. The rest of them have to get permission from him.

“Will there always be a chance?” Cathy spoke in a spoiled tone as she stroked Wilson's arm. The bright green iris stared at Wilson with a burning desire.

“This is why I like you so much.” Said Wilson, laughing, then impatiently kissing Cathy's lips.

During this time, all the facilities and luxury items Cathy used were gifts from Wilson. He could not expect anything from his parents who only worked as waiters in a restaurant. He admitted, Alan always gave him thirty million dollars every month. But Cathy never felt enough. But, when he first met Wilson at his wife's funeral, the man showed great interest in her. And Cathy didn't want to waste the opportunity. Even if he had to give his body to the old man.

“My Benjamin.” Cathy again whispered words of love in Wilson's ear as the man put gentle touches on her body.

With the sound of classical music, Wilson stared back at Cathy's seductive body. From the beginning, the beautiful woman had indeed ensnared him. He did not feel guilty at all for his late wife. To him, Jasmine was merely a meaningless past. Nothing more than a tool he would only use when dealing with Alan.

Not infrequently, every time they met, Cathy was the one who always started first. Not infrequently, the woman suddenly touched him. Or Cathy begging to be touched by him. And he never objected at all.

Cathy stared at Wilson. The two smiled with their hands clenched together. But Cathy hopes that if the one who is currently touching her is Alan. The man who stole his heart. As well as the man who became his biggest obsession so far.

And along with Wilson, Cathy hopes, if someday, she can have Alan. Entirely. Precisely, after he got rid of Bianca.

To him, even a fingernail, there was no proper word for Bianca to accompany Alan. Even when she was by Alan's side, in her eyes, Bianca looked like a poor servant. Cathy was convinced, if the woman only wanted Alan's treasure. And he'll never let that happen.

“Cathy.” Call Wilson who just got back from the kitchen to pick up two cans of beer.

“Ya.” Cathy answered briefly while putting her clothes back on. The beer that Wilson had just given him had soaked his throat.

“I want you to keep an eye on Alan and the woman.” Said Wilson while staring at Cathy. Watching Alan was the only thing he could do to keep the man from doing anything beyond his expectations. Wilson didn't want to lose a penny.

“By pleasure.” Cathy said as she placed her chin on Wilson's shoulder. His lips smirked cunningly.