Marrying the Man in the Dark

The man shook his head in mild bemusement, a faint smile playing on his lips. “It’s not particularly urgent.”

Cherise’s response was quick and relentless. “Still, let’s give it a listen. What if it’s truly significant?”

“Mr. Whitlock emphasized its importance when he contacted me…”

Unable to dissuade her, Damien closed the bedroom door with a resigned sigh, then proceeded to remove his coat before reclining on the bed, drawing Cherise close into his embrace.

“How about this: we listen together, and afterward, you can get some rest?”

Cherise nodded in agreement, her lips slightly pursed. “Alright.”

As Damien inhaled the scent of her hair, he pressed play on the voice recorder—

The night enveloped them in quietude as they lay intertwined.

Cherise’s expression oscillated between shock and embarrassment, while Damien’s eyes held a hint of amusement.

The room was filled with the voices emanating from the recorder.

“Your husband isn’t aware of our rendezvous, correct?”

“No, he’s oblivious, and he’ll remain so… Does your wife suspect anything?”

“That old hag, ugh!”

my love, come

“Embrace me…”

found herself speechless.

stressed the significance of the recording when entrusting it

they were, listening to the clandestine affair of

volume escalating and

the woman’s voice sound so…?

even beneath the covers, the sounds persisted, relentlessly assaulting her

the end, Cherise cautiously peeked out from beneath the blanket. “Um… dear, perhaps you should

embarrassment, and decided to tease her a bit. “But isn’t this what you wanted me

grin, he lifted the blanket. “Shall we listen

voice her frustration about Mr. Whitlock. “I thought… I thought Mr. Whitlock, being my former boss, wouldn’t have any ulterior

he said…

would subject her

so good about

How mortifying!

meant no harm,

calm voice carried a hint of amusement. “Didn’t you mention he

silently. “He did.”

“Mm.”