Clayton narrowed his eyes at the woman beneath him. Maybe he had heard wrong, this woman was truly tempting him. He was on the verge of losing it.
"What did you say?" He asked, his voice emotionless as always.
"Let's have sex hubby. I want to have sex with you." He blinked twice to be sure those words had left his lips. Was she drunk?
Was she sick?
Clayton pressed the back of his hand on her forehead and Maeve slapped it off.
"I'm very serious Clayton, I'm not sick. I want to do it with you."
"I thought you were pregnant?" Maeve pressed her lips together.
"T... That has been a lie." She said calmly.
"And what else do I hate after betrayal?"
"Clay..."
"Fine, let's have sex now wife. I'm more than turned on." He picked her up in bridal style and walked into the next elevator. Lucifurr who had seen them before began running up the stairs. He needed to catch up, he couldn't afford to lose them.
