Crystal's One Night of Love

Henry found himself engulfed in the constant swirl of his demanding job and the social obligations that came with it.

Frustrated, he drank, letting the intoxicating liquid cloud his thoughts more than he should have. The world seemed to sway as he staggered toward his car.

His driver, unfamiliar with his personal life, remarked as he opened the door for Henry, “Mr. Miller, you’ve had one too many. Miss Winters won’t be pleased. Women seldom are when their men are inebriated.”

Leaning into the plush upholstery of the backseat, Henry pulled out a cigarette, letting its familiar scent wrap around him.

He lit the cigarette. As the smoke danced from his lips, he murmured with a hint of irony, “As if she cares.”

Being married to Crystal felt as lonely as being single.

Crystal was indifferent toward him.

It had been a few months since they were intimate with each other.

She refused to let him touch her.

It was only normal for couples to fight every now and then. However, she had resolved to move to another room. It wasn’t just the lack of physical connection. Even a mere conversation with her felt like scaling a mountain.

Not wanting to wade into those deep waters, the driver simply resumed his place behind the wheel.

Just as he was about to depart, a mellifluous voice floated through the air. “Mr. Miller!”

Henry turned, and there, limping unevenly with a cane, was Lara.

She traced his gaze that landed on her injured leg. “The doctor says it’ll heal in a couple of months with no lasting damage.”

She flashed him a woeful smile, expecting, perhaps, even hoping, that he might have visited her during his wife’s cold spell.

Yet, he never did.

However, that was all right. If he wouldn’t come to me, I’ll just find a way to him.

Acknowledging her with a nod, Henry instructed his driver to drive away.

The driver nodded and turned the car around. Lara’s lips twisted into a smirk as the luxurious car pulled away.

She released her grip on the cane, crumbling to the ground in a display of vulnerability.

Henry caught sight of it. He furrowed his brows slightly and ordered to stop the car after a brief moment. of consideration.

The driver was stumped.

In an impassive voice, he ordered, “Help her into the car and send her back home.”

The driver replied hesitatingly, “Miss Winters won’t be pleased if she knows of this.”

Intoxicated, Henry said in a rather exasperated tone, “She won’t know if you keep your mouth shut. Besides, I’m only asking you to send her home.”

The driver bit his tongue and got out of the car to help Lara.

Lara sat beside Henry.

He closed his eyes and did not speak to her, but they were in such close proximity to each other that she could smell the faint scent of pine on him.

She stealthily turned aside to sneak a peek at him, drinking in Henry’s chiseled features.

His side profile was perfect, exuding an air of nobility.

Lara couldn’t help but eye in wonder at the luxurious interior of the car.

She pictured herself being together with Henry. Her cheeks were tinged pink as she leaned in to take in his heavenly scent, imagining herself underneath him…

Will his face contort in ecstasy as he presses down on me?

Lara felt warm tingles all over her body just thinking about it.

An audacious thought flitted across her mind as she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on his pristine white shirt, leaving behind the faintest trace of her coral lipstick.

easily escape one’s eyes if one didn’t

furrowed his brows and opened his eyes, making Lara fumble to set

the car stopped in front

helped Lara out of

home. If… if you need me to explain to Mrs. Miller, please do not hesitate to ask me. Nothing happened

petite face and smiled faintly, saying

not have the heart to continue

so eerily reminiscent of that other,

just the barest embrace, he

possess a young and compliant lover, using her

of intimacy were a test he set for

at how much he truly cared

Crystal, of her vulnerability when her eyes were closed, lost

always weighed their options, and Henry chose

He chose Crystal.

as Henry stepped out of his car, he glanced up at the house. In the deepening. night, most of the lights had been snuffed out, but the light from Crystal’s

through the foyer, ascending the stairs at a

a look at Skyler and Remi, he gently turned the knob of Crystal’s

locked it. The door yielded

that shimmered under the lamplight. Her skin pecked through, luminescent and delicate.

always entranced by her.

him and the prolonged dry spell

down, held her close, and kissed her tenderly yet fervently.

not

to be more docile in her dreams.

few moments, his hands began to wander more eagerly.

and met his, focusing on

hint of coral lipstick on

was a mark of another

gaze was fixed, unwavering, even as his passion seemed undiminished, his hands already

pale, as if drained of

whispered against the soft spot

lay there, her body was a vision of allure, yet her voice

His movements faltered.

beat, he looked into her eyes and admitted, “It was a chance meeting. I gave her a lift.”

two of his shirt buttons to reveal

was cunningly

a ride. The driver was there. What could have

lingering scent of another woman on him as well. He removed the tainted shirt, discarding it

he declared, “I haven’t betrayed our

even to be angry.

nothing, sure. You just helped her resume her studies, rented her a condominium, paid her tuition, and found her a great job. Tell me, Henry, how is that

tensed. “I don’t

look at

already crossed the line. If the driver hadn’t been there today, you would have tested yourself further. You might have followed her back to her condominium, let her remove your coat,

cigarette when the heat from the ember

do

you the cold shoulder.

to speak her

indeed, could

a bit too much that his head throbbed.

in discussing it further tonight. Rubbing his temple,

stood still, only speaking up when he was about to exit.

shirt with you.”

in her posture, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she had

really been

found herself padding back to the couch.

her fingertips over the novel, her face betraying little emotion. But

matters,

between Henry and Audrey from years ago was a hard one

memories, and yet his first crush had regrettably passed, what man

what Henry

they were still not married, and she wasn’t bound by the love