“So, you don’t mind if I leave on a Sunday night?” Andreas asked as her breathing gradually returned. He gently stroked Vlora’s damp back, then tilted his face a little to inhale Vlora’s soft scent.
Andreas shouldn’t have done that. It turned out that the scent of Vlora’s hair was like a historian, eager to remind him of moments of pleasure. He found himself dreaming again of Vlora moving sensually on top of him.
Andreas closed his eyes and tried to push the sensual memory away. As tempting as a second round might be, he didn’t want to neglect the energy he needed to restore and the answers he would get later.
“No.”
Vlora’s firm and direct answer diverted Andreas’ thoughts. Now he was more interested in something else than thinking about a second round.
“I never thought you could be worried or even jealous.”
Vlora’s body tensed. Andreas noticed, but a moment later Vlora pulled away to look at him.
“You are my husband, Reas. That makes sense. Where else would you spend your time?”
Andreas grinned. “You’re right, and for that you must forgive me. How about this?”
Vlora’s gaze sharpened. She gave a stern expression that left no room for leniency or a second chance.
“Never do it again, Reas.”
Andreas smiled meaningfully. He stroked Vlora’s cheek, tidied her disheveled hair and held her neck.
Andreas moved quickly. He laid Vlora down and hovered over her.
“I won’t do it again, but I’m curious about something.”
“What?”
Eyes narrowed. A mischievous smile appeared. Andreas answered Vlora’s question with a counter-question.
“Can you consider the handcuffs, even if I haven’t done anything wrong?”
Vlora’s expression changed. She answered Andreas’ question with another one. “Just the handcuffs? What about the others?”
Oh, God. Andreas swallowed hard until his Adam’s apple moved up and down.
No. Now is not the time to imagine. It’s like committing suicide.
“Vlora.”
Vlora blinked rhythmically. She gave a small smile with two remaining blushes on her cheeks. She stroked Andreas’ chest, then whispered.
“Don’t worry. I can prepare everything.”
*
A bright Sunday morning. No work routines, no sudden tasks. Frans had time to rest, but in reality, he was preparing to leave his residence in a moment.
Frans looked neat, though not formally dressed. The combination of a white collared shirt and black jeans gave him a casual look that suited him. He looked fresh and much younger than usual in his office suit.
After getting ready, Frans didn’t forget to pick up a brown envelope from his desk. Then he drove off in his car.
It took Frans a long time to reach his destination. Holiday roads were never friendly, and he did not want to get stuck in traffic for anything but important things.
So here Frans was. A cafe, fortunately not too crowded with visitors. Maybe it was because 9 o’clock in the morning was not a usual time for people to gather in a cafe; it was still too early.
Frans chose a corner table to avoid the crowd and people’s attention. He sat down and a waiter handed him two menus.
“Thank you,” Frans said as he took the menus, but immediately pushed them aside on the table. “I’m waiting for someone. I’ll order later.”
The waiter nodded. “Alright.”
Now Frans was alone. He sat with his eyes fixed on the door. He waited with growing impatience for someone to arrive.
Fortunately, Frans only had to wait five minutes. Soon after, he was not alone anymore, but accompanied by a woman.
The woman took the seat in front of Frans. She sat down and smiled broadly. Despite her somewhat reserved appearance-she wore a hat that covered half of her face and shoulder-length hair-she exuded a lively presence.
“Hello, sir. How are you?”
Frans sighed in relief and straightened his back, which had been leaning against the chair. “I’m fine, Viska. And you? Did you have a nice vacation?”
Her name was Viska, a young woman Frans had contacted some time ago. She seemed to blink for a moment before answering Frans’ question with a bright smile.
“Holiday? Ah, yes. Pleasant. Very nice. Um, so what’s the matter that you want to meet with me?”
Frans answered the question by placing the brown envelope he had brought on the table. He pushed it forward and Viska took it.
Viska opened the envelope and took out the contents, which turned out to be a photograph.
“Her name is Vlora Anderson,” Frans said, taking a deep breath. “I want you to investigate her. Get all the information you can on her, whatever it is. I want everything.”
In reality, Frans couldn’t shake the restlessness that plagued him. He tried not to think about it, but he couldn’t. So, he ignored ethics and decided to investigate his boss’s wife.
Frans couldn’t shake his uneasy feeling. He hoped it was wrong, but it couldn’t hurt to find out. After all, he needed facts to answer his uneasiness.
Vlora wasn’t a person in their circle of life; that was the first reason. Her presence seemed to appear suddenly, and she surprised Frans when she accepted Andreas’ proposal.
At first, she refused, but finally she accepted. Frans wasn’t sure that Andreas’ determination was the only reason for Vlora’s change of mind.
The second reason was that Vlora showed unusual behavior on several occasions. She showed an anticipation that made Frans wonder if she was hiding something.
It didn’t stop there. All of Frans’ worries came to a head when Andreas mentioned the possibility that his phone had been hacked. Vlora’s name immediately came to mind, and he was sure that was what had happened.
At that moment, Frans thought Andreas would take decisive action. Andreas should not stay under the same roof with an enemy. But what happened? Again, and again his assumptions were wrong.
Andreas not only did not get rid of Vlora, but he also protected her from Frans’ suspicions. So, it seemed reasonable to Frans to ignore everything and find out the real facts.
Regardless of the fact that Vlora had contributed to Andreas’ success in gaining sympathy at the shareholders’ meeting, Frans still stuck to his guns. He was not going to take any risks and let things drag on. Besides, who knew? Maybe Vlora’s help was intended to protect her from the accusations that would later be leveled at her.
Frans could not remain silent and let Andreas fall into subjective opinions. So, he took this path, and he was confident that it wouldn’t be long before Viska told him the real truth.
To be honest, Frans could not remember when he first met Viska. However, Viska was the one who quietly helped him gather information over time, although it certainly was not for free.
Frans had never known anyone like Viska, someone reliable for gathering information. Precise, fast, and accurate. Viska did not even need much time to get copies of Progun’s taxes. So, he was confident that Viska would provide him with information about Vlora in a short time.
“How about it? Can you do it?”
Viska nodded as she studied Vlora’s photo before closing the envelope. She put it back on the table and nodded.
“Of course. It’s not difficult. If you want, I can even find out when her first menstruation was.”
Viska’s joke was only met with a wry smile from Frans.
“How long do you need?”
Viska sighed and looked at her fingernails. “The more important the woman, the faster I can finish it.”
“She’s important.”
Viska’s sigh stopped. Instead, she smiled broadly again and narrowed her eyes.
“Of course, as soon as possible. I’ll contact you later.”
Frans nodded once and their conversation ended. Viska got up, not forgetting the brown envelope, and left. Frans was left alone and immediately called the waiter.
The menu was opened. Frans read it quickly and ordered.
Black or white? What are you hiding, Vlora?
*
When consciousness returned and Andreas opened his eyes, he realized that the day had progressed to midday. The sunlight seemed blindingly warm, and he was alone.
Vlora was no longer in his arms. She had gotten up earlier than Andreas and was in the bathroom. Andreas got up, looking rather disheveled with disheveled hair. He wanted to get out of bed, but was drawn to an object on his pillow.
A grin immediately appeared on Andreas’ face. He grabbed the object, none other than the lingerie Vlora had worn the night before to tease him. Well, its condition was quite pitiful. The fabric was torn in several places, all thanks to their second intimate session.
Andreas admitted that the lingerie was incredibly tempting. But skin-to-skin contact was a unique sensation. This was what he wanted to experience.
The lingerie had to be taken off and Andreas felt overwhelmed. He could not wait to undress Vlora and chose the quickest way to do it-after all, the result was the same.
“Are you awake?”
Andreas’ memory of the origin of the lingerie’s ruin had vanished. He turned to the source of the voice and found Vlora coming out of the bathroom, dressed in a bathrobe. Her hair was still damp and she looked fresh.
Vlora and the weather that day were exactly the same-both bright.
“Just a few minutes ago,” Andreas replied, but Vlora did not acknowledge his answer. She kept walking, and Andreas followed her wherever she went. Then she stopped directly in front of Andreas.
Vlora’s hands went up and landed on Andreas’ innocent shoulders. She lowered her face to plant a morning kiss on Andreas’ lips.
Vlora’s taste invaded Andreas’ senses in a sweet, refreshing moment.
“Go take a shower,” Vlora said without leaving her position. “I’ve asked Desmon to prepare our lunch.”
Andreas said nothing as Vlora left and went to the dressing table. He grabbed a comb and the business with his wavy hair began.
Still comfortable in bed and not quite ready to start the day, Andreas sat and looked at Vlora. He enjoyed the view and pondered.
Where do you really stand, Vlo? You make me suspicious, but then it’s the other way around. How can I not trust you?
*