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.

would easily escape one’s eyes if one

furrowed his brows and opened his eyes, making Lara

stopped in front of a condominium in a nice

Lara out of

for sending me home. If… if you need me to explain to Mrs. Miller, please do

stared at her petite face and smiled faintly,

again, Henry did not have the heart to continue

Here was a young woman, so eerily reminiscent of that other, and furthermore, she was Audrey’s younger sister. Her attentiveness to him

just the barest embrace, he could

possess a young and compliant lover, using

himself that those few seconds of

curious at how much

her eyes were closed, lost in her music. The surge of emotions he felt

and Henry

He chose Crystal.

of his car, he glanced up at the house. In the deepening. night, most of the lights had been snuffed out, but the

moved through the foyer, ascending the stairs at a

he gently

it. The door

reclined on the couch, adorned in a soft silk nightgown that shimmered under the lamplight. Her skin pecked through, luminescent and delicate. She had fallen asleep holding

was always entranced by her.

the prolonged dry

held her close, and kissed her tenderly yet

not

to be more

few moments, his hands

and

saw it-the faint hint of coral lipstick on his

mark

his passion seemed undiminished, his hands already working at

Crystal’s face was pale, as if drained

coyness, whispered against the soft spot behind her ears,

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

His movements faltered.

her eyes and admitted, “It was a chance meeting. I

undoing two of his shirt buttons to reveal

coral shade was cunningly chosen.

was just a ride. The driver was there. What could have

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

face Crystal, he declared, “I haven’t betrayed

too exhausted even to

she calmly said. “You did 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 different

face tensed. “I don’t

refused to look

and murmured. “You let her get close to you and allowed her to challenge your lawful wife. Your relationship with her has already crossed the line. If the driver hadn’t been there today, you would have tested yourself further. You might have followed her

heat

“Why do you paint it so ugly, Crystal?”

argue and merely whispered, “The truth is often harsh. Henry, you have only come! tonight because I’ve been giving you the cold shoulder. If our relationship was going well, an like Lara showed up, I doubt

to speak her mind.

could

had drunk a bit too much that

her silhouette, he felt no point in discussing it further tonight. Rubbing his temple, he said. “Let’s talk tomorrow.

up when

your shirt

just the estrangement in her posture, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she had ever

really been in love?

Henry left, Crystal found herself padding back to the

novel, her face

in Lara’s matters, she

and Audrey from years ago was a hard

his memories, and yet his first crush had regrettably passed, what man could resist the allure

what Henry had in

she wasn’t bound by the love for her children, she might have