Roseanne's POV.
The dream I had about Lisa popped the bubble that I built around myself
Inside the bubble, I could pretend that everything was fine. I could pretend that the emotions I felt for Lisa would fade. I could pretend that I was fulfilled. I could pretend that I didn't want for anything more than my husband.
But the bubble was a lie.
Pretending only fed the lie.
I was attracted to Lisa. I did want to sleep with her. Lisa had, in fact asked my husband and I to spend one night with me. I couldn't deny her anymore.
Taejoon ambled behind me as we made our way to Lisa's office with Irene acting as our escort. She lightly tapped on her office door and the door flew ajar.
A smile played on her lips when I came into view. Despite myself, I smiled back.
Lisa looked even more beautiful than she had in my dream.
She was impeccably dressed in a black Prada suit and loafers. I couldn't help but imagine her naked like she'd been in my dream.
She rolled up his sleeves before shaking Taejoon's hand. Then she retrieved my hand raised it to her mouth, and lightly pressed her lips to my skin.
I flushed feeling the force of her light kiss at my core. When I attempted to pull my hand back Lisa clenched it even tighter. Her large thumb caressed my knuckles before she eventually released me.
"You look lovely this evening," she complimented.
"Thank you," I uttered, trying to appear as poised as possible with our energy suffocating me.
I could feel her eyes regarding me provocatively in my tight-fitting body con dress. The sweetheart neckline pushed up my breasts putting them on display.
Lisa didn't bother to hide the fact that she was looking.
I should've used my arms to cover myself. If I were being honest, I liked Lisa looking at me. It made me feel good.
"You can have a seat," she offered, gesturing toward the chairs at the front of her desk. She hung her suit jacket casually over her office chair assuming a position of superiority in her king-sized seat.
"How do you want to do this?" Lisa asked once she was situated
"How do you usually handle this kind of thing?" Taejoon asked appearing as uncomfortable and anxious as I felt.
"As hard as this may be for you to believe, I've never done anything like this before. I've had offers in the past but I never accepted."
"Then why did you choose me as your first conquest?" I asked.
"Isn't it obvious," she snickered, taking a puff of her cigar. "You're fucking beautiful." Lisa's eyes lost their focus as they locked on my chest.
Taejoon cleared his throat. "Let's start with when this arrangement will take place."
"When will be a good time for you?" Lisa asked me. "Unless you want to watch." She looked back at Taejoon.
My eyes widened in alarm.
I could literally feel the blood draining from my face. I couldn't imagine how humiliating that would be. Taejoon acting as a bystander while Lisa fucked me. I would have to back out if Taejoon said yes.
"Of course, not." Taejoon spoke disgustedly.
"Are you sure? Because I would be fine with that, if that's what you wanted," Lisa insisted laying her cigar in the ashtray.
"This is already beyond my comfort zone. Watching my wife with someone else would be cruel and an unusual punishment, Manoban. My answer remains no."
Thank God. I exhaled a sigh of relief.
"Alright, back to when," Taejoon spoke firmly.
"Can't we just get this over with as soon as possible? I don't see any reason why we should delay this," I requested.
Not that I wanted to get it over with but I was trying to seem less enthusiastic for Taejoon's benefit.
And all three of us gathered in one room seemed to cloud the atmosphere. It was hard to concentrate when my nerves had the best of me.
Lisa clenched her teeth together. The veins in her hands bulged as she locked her fingers with each other. Her eyes narrowed with contempt.
"Get it over with?" She reiterated as if the words tasted like vinegar in her mouth. "I've never gotten that response before," she chucked humorlessly.
She deserved that response for being so smug.
Maybe my newfound hatred was what I needed to be able to move on from her once this was done. Not that what I felt for Lisa resembled hate but it was as close as I've come.
Lisa looked at Taejoon. "What about tomorrow?"
"The sooner the better," Taejoon remarked agreeably.
"Anything else we need to discuss?"
"Actually, there is." Taejoon said, withdrawing a packet from his suit jacket pocket. "I drew up a contract."
"Contract?" I asked. This is the first time I've heard the mention of a contract. Taejoon gave the papers to Lisa. Lisa looked them over.
"It's for your protection baby," Taejoon said to me.
"First, we'll need to verify that you aren't positive for HIV/AIDS and all other sexually transmitted diseases." Taejoon remarked paraphrasing the guidelines of the contract.
"Once we've verified that you're healthy we'll move to the regulations at the bottom of the page: My wife may accompany you to dinner before said act. The use of a condom is a must; no exceptions. There will be no exchanging of gifts.
No other persons may be present. Passion marks, biting, fisting, threesome, bondage-discipline-sadist-masochistic acts, sex toys, acts involving lack of breath, or anything involving a fetish that my wife doesn't approve of is strictly prohibited.
Lastly, and most importantly, you may not contact my wife or visit her privately under any circumstances, once said act is finished."
My eyes widened in horror, as I listened to Taejoon's regulations. When Taejoon finished reading the term of our agreement he asked Lisa, "Do you have any objections or concerns?"
"What are the consequences of violating the terms of the contract?" Lisa asked smugly. Nick smiled with his eyes narrowed. "My wife wouldn't allow you to violate them. I put them in print so that you're aware of what's expected."
"Hmmm..." Lisa muttered flipping through the pages once again. "I don't have any further questions but I would like my lawyer's approval as well."
"Of course," Taejoon agreed.
"I'm sure Irene informed you that a health screening is mandatory before you become a member from an approved list of healthcare facilities. I would like to see a copy of that health screening from the both of you."
"That won't be a problem," Taejoon remarked.
"Do you have any objections or concerns, baby?" Taejoon asked me.
"No," I uttered not sure how to respond after being sideswiped by his contract.
"I believe we're done with the business side of this transaction if neither of you have anything to add." Lisa spoke storing the contract within a file inside her desk.
I'm a transaction?
I already felt like I was some sort of bargaining object during this entire discussion. Now, she had the nerve to call me a transaction.
"We'll be on our way," Taejoon announced, shaking Lisa's hand politely. Taejoon and I stood preparing to leave.
"Before you go, would you mind if I had a moment to talk privately with your wife?"
"You'll have to ask her."
She wanted to talk after she called me a transaction. I don't think so. I'd been humiliated enough for one night.
They both looked at me. "I think I'm going to pass, if you don't mind." I said, with a smirk.
Lisa's chest expanded. She looked like he wanted to do something irrational but thought better of it biting her lip instead.
It felt good to finally have some control over Lisa. I felt like she had power over me since we met and I didn't like it. Feeling powerless with a woman was something I wasn't accustomed to.
"I just want to talk," she pleaded.
"Whatever you have to say I'm sure it can wait until tomorrow." I could feel her rage radiating from across the room.
The veins in her neck were standing out in livid ridges. Her cheeks burning with repressed anger. "Have a good evening."
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The next afternoon, it was confirmed that all parties involved were healthy.
Lisa's lawyer approved the contract. Lisa informed me that she would arrive at seven to escort me to wherever it was that we were going.
Taejoon arranged to play golf and drink scotch at a country club with his friends. Then he would crash at a hotel until later the next day.
He didn't want to be present while I prepared for my date and honestly, I didn't want him there either. I felt guilty enough for agreeing.
Since we met, Lisa had become the voice in the back of my mind reminding me of our connection. Reminding me of the many things she said to me and how accurate her assumptions about me were.
Reminding me that I needed her. She told me that she could see a fire within my eyes. Something inside me that needed to be.....released.
A part of me just assumed that she was feeding me bullshit while the other part wasn't so sure. I suppose the truth would be revealed that evening.
I ran myself some bath water making sure to add bath beads and bubbles. I also made sure the water was extra warm. After popping open a glass of wine, I climbed in the bathtub and tried to relax. I lathered my sponge with body wash and began to scrub every part of my skin trying to focus only on the music blaring from my speaker. The warm water felt good combined with the wine. I shut my eyes for several seconds as I breathed in and out.
After I drained my glass of wine and washed and re-washed myself, I climbed out. Then I pulled on my robe.
What should I wear?
I didn't want to appear as if I was trying too hard to impress her. But I wanted to look stylish and sexy. I modeled all my dresses in my head before I concluded that all of them would send the wrong message.
They were either too formal or top casual or not sexy enough. Or too sexy. I shuffled past my pencil skirts, my high-waisted shorts, my skinny jeans, my dress pants and stumbled upon a tribal print skirt. It was short but not too short and I felt good wearing it.
Then I skimmed through my tank tops, my bra tops, and blouses until I saw a crop top. It seemed to coordinate well with skirt and it showed a little of my stomach but not too much.
It left plenty to the imagination.
I went through my jewelry box and found a chunky necklace and a pair of diamond earrings they paired well. Then I climbed into a pair heels before making my way to my vanity where all my make-up was.
Fortunately, I had kept my appointment with my hairstylist so I wouldn't be burdened with obsessing over the appearance of my hair. My hair flowed freely down to the middle of my back in a sleek, lustrous tress. No waves and no frizz tonight. It even smelled great.
Quickly, I smeared on my concealer and foundation. Then I used a brush to create a smoky eye with brown eye shadow.
I was never allowed to wear makeup in high school because of my father so for a long time I knew nothing about it. In college I was obsessed with it and eventually I became an expert at applying makeup.
I added a coat of red lipstick and a few strokes of mascara. As I was removing excess lipstick, I heard the doorbell. I put my makeup away and quickly, grabbed my purse. I shut off the lights before I raced to the living room.
You are a successful, intelligent, beautiful woman and you are in control.
You will not be intimidated by this woman based solely on physical attributes.
She's just a woman who is successful and fortunate enough to be good looking as well.
Do not let her intimidate you, I repeated to my reflection.
I unlocked the door and nearly fell under the weight of my own body. My knees quivered relentlessly at the sight of her.
Lisa wore a V-neck T-shirt that was snug enough to accentuate the firmness of her abdomen. I could clearly see the print of her breasts and her six pack beneath the sports coat she wore. Her skinny jeans clung to her waist revealing just how toned her thighs were.
A pair of Gentle Monster Sunglasses sat casually in her black hair keeping her hair in place. The bulge at the front of her pants was a telltale that I wouldn't be disappointed when she stripped her clothes off that evening.
It was evident that she put some effort into her outfit. It should be a sin to be as arousing in appearance as she was.
"Wow," she breathed leaning her shoulder against the door frame for support. "You are so beautiful."
She had this look on her face that resembled that of a stalking panther. Her eyes grew wide as she let herself in my apartment and eliminating the distance between us.
I felt my thighs trembling.
The energy between us was palpable. It was electric. I felt like if she touched me she would literally electrocute me.
Lisa held her arms on either side of the couch with the frame of my body caged within her heat.
"Let's just fuck right now. All this waiting is driving me fucking crazy."
Intelligent. Successful. Woman. I reminded myself.
I leaned into her pushing my chest against her pectorals. "Not in my house," I whispered slowly teasing her like she had done to me many times before.
My hand drop down below her belt buckle to the front of her jeans. "That's below the belt. Don't you think?" I asked, using my finger to trace the print.
Abruptly, I grabbed her and she grunted. I slipped past her and went to fetch my cropped jacket from the coat closet.
As I made my way back to the living room heading toward the door, Lisa blocked my path. She grabbed a fistful of my hair wrapping it around her hand. She pulled my head back with the grip she had on my hair and exposed the column of my neck.
I felt her hot breath against my skin. I felt the goosebumps blossoming along my arms. My breath came raw in my throat. Her lips touched my neck trailing lower.
She planted scorching hot kisses along my throat. I felt her at every inch of my body. Her presence was all-consuming, commanding my submissive body.
I wanted her to fuck me right then, right there, but I couldn't muster up the courage to ask for it. Even if I could, I didn't want to be reminded of my sin every time I passed the entry way of my apartment.
An unrelenting shutter passed through me as she released my hair.
"Tonight, I'm the only one who seduces. Only me. You accept everything I give you willingly. Is that understood?" If she were anyone else, I would've slapped her.
I would've slammed my hand so hard across her cheek it would've left a mark but I didn't want to.
I couldn't even speak coherently. I just nodded.
I was so fucked.
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a/n: ya'll. rosie is so screwed lmao. also, i apologize for any mistakes in any of these chapters, its literally 5:00am so my mind kinda loopy.