Chapter 6
Author: Jackie Roux
last update2026-05-07 15:30:53

Chapter 6: Touches

POV: Alex 

I pushed Elena back against the wall inside her apartment and kissed her like I had been waiting all day for it. She laughed low against my mouth and yanked my shirt open. Buttons hit the floor. Her robe fell away and I ran my hands over her bare skin. She grabbed my belt and pulled me toward the bedroom without a word.

We did not make it to the bed. She turned and bent over the dresser, looking back at me with that same boss look she gave me in the office. “Now, Alex.”

I took her hard from behind. Her hands gripped the wood and she moaned every time I drove in. No talking. Just the sound of our bodies and her telling me deeper. I reached around and touched her until she came first, shaking against me. Then I let go and finished inside her. We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard.

She straightened up and turned around. “Rule eleven. You sleep here when I say so.”

I nodded and pulled my pants back on. “Yes, Ms. Voss.”

She smiled and kissed me once, soft. “Go home and think about that while your wife waits up.”

I drove back through the dark streets. The house lights were still on when I pulled in. Sophia sat on the couch in her robe, arms crossed. She did not even look at me when I walked in.

“You smell like her again,” she said.

I hung up my coat. “I told you I had work.”

“Work.” She stood up and stepped close. Her eyes moved over my neck where Elena had left another mark. “Your shirt is missing buttons. Did she rip it off in the conference room?”

I walked past her to the kitchen for water. She followed.

“I called the office again,” she said. “They said you left at seven. It is almost midnight, Alex.”

I drank the water and set the glass down. “I went for a drive after.”

“Liar.” Her voice cracked. “You were with her. Fucking her while I sat here making dinner you never ate.”

I turned to face her. “You wanted freedom, remember? Now you hate that I took some for myself.”

She slapped me. The sound echoed in the quiet house. My cheek stung but I did not move.

“I take it back,” she whispered. “I want my husband back. The one who used to come home to me.”

“That man is gone.”

She started crying. Real tears this time. “I see the way you look now. Like you do not need me. Like she gave you something I never could.”

I grabbed a clean shirt from the laundry room and changed right there. Sophia watched the fresh scratches on my back.

“Her touches,” she said. “They are all over you.”

I buttoned the shirt. “I have an early meeting tomorrow.”

She blocked the stairs. “Stay home. Call in sick. We can talk all day. Fix this.”

“I cannot.”

I moved around her and went up to the guest room. She did not follow. I locked the door and lay on the bed. My phone lit up with a text from Elena.

“Tomorrow. My office. Ten sharp. Wear the watch.”

I typed back, “Yes, Ms. Voss.”

The next three days blurred together. I worked on the Harrison report at my desk every morning. Elena walked the floor like nothing had happened between us. In the first team meeting she sat at the head of the table and went over numbers. Under the table her foot slid up my calf. I kept my face straight and answered when she asked for my input. Her toes pressed higher, right against me. I stayed hard the whole meeting.

Afterward she sent me a message. “Good boy. My office. Now.”

I went in and closed the door. She locked it and pushed me into the chair.

“Rule twelve,” she said. “You stay quiet while I touch you.”

She knelt between my legs, unzipped me, and took me in her mouth. I gripped the arms of the chair and bit my lip to keep from making noise. She worked me slow and deep until I was close. Then she stopped, zipped me up, and stood.

“Back to work. Report due tomorrow.”

I spent the afternoon finishing the last pages with her taste still in my mouth. At four she called another quick meeting. This time her hand rested on my thigh under the table while she spoke to the group. Her fingers traced circles higher and higher. I stayed focused on my notes. When the meeting ended she whispered in my ear as everyone left.

“Stay late tonight.”

I texted Sophia I would be home after eight. She replied with one word. “Fine.”

At six the floor emptied. Elena called me into her office again. She had the lights low and two glasses of whiskey ready.

“Sit on the desk.”

I sat on the edge. She stepped between my knees and kissed me. Her hands opened my shirt and she bit down on the same spot she had marked before. I grabbed her hips.

She pulled back. “No touching unless I say.”

I dropped my hands. She undid my pants and climbed on top of me right there on the desk. She rode me hard, her suit jacket still on, skirt pushed up. I kept my eyes on her face the whole time. When she came she pressed her mouth to my shoulder to stay quiet. I followed right after, holding her tight.

Afterward she fixed her clothes and handed me the report folder.

“Leave this on my desk before you go. And send your wife a message that you will be even later.”

I did what she said. Sophia answered my text with a string of angry dots. I turned my phone off.

Elena poured more whiskey. We sat on her couch and talked about the old days for a few minutes. How she used to drag me out of my shell. How I used to let everyone else decide my life. She traced one finger down my chest while she spoke.

“You are different now,” she said. “I like it.”

My phone stayed off until I left at ten. When I turned it back on there were six missed calls from Sophia and one voicemail. I listened in the car.

“Alex, if you are not home in thirty minutes I am calling my father and telling him you are having an affair with your boss. I mean it this time.”

I drove home slower than I needed to. The house was dark except for the kitchen light. Sophia sat at the table with a bottle of wine, eyes red.

“You are killing us,” she said when I walked in.

I set my keys down. “I am not the one who started this.”

She stood up fast. “I see the touches on you every single day. New ones. Every night you come home smelling like her and acting like I do not exist.”

I took off my jacket. The watch caught the light.

Sophia pointed at it. “She gave you that, didn’t she? So she can keep track of you like a dog.”

I did not answer.

She stepped closer. “I want you to quit that job. Tomorrow. Or I will go to HR myself and tell them everything.”

I looked at her for a long moment. The woman I married stood there threatening me, and I felt nothing but tired.

“You can try,” I said.

Her face changed. “Alex...”

I headed for the stairs. She grabbed my arm.

“If you go to her again tonight I will make sure you lose everything.”

I pulled free and kept walking. At the top I stopped and looked back down at her.

She stood at the bottom, wine glass shaking in her hand.

I took out my phone and typed a message to Elena.

“Still at the office?”

Her reply came right away.

“Door’s unlocked. I saved the best rule for last.”

I smiled and started back down the stairs.

Sophia’s voice rose behind me. “Where the hell are you going now?”

I opened the front door and stepped into the night air.

“Back to work.”

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