She Betrayed Me for His Money... Now It’s All Mine

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After checking out of the hotel, we got into Jezelle’s car and went to the office.

Jezelle suddenly said, “I’ve decided.”

“What about?” I asked.

“I’ve decided to have dinner with Mr. Henderson tonight.” Jezelle’s tears started to roll down her cheeks.

I know that she must have felt awful that her husband did not care about her feelings and used her as a bargaining chip.

Furthermore, although her husband said that he would spike Mr. Henderson’s drink and another woman would be spending the night with him, I had an ominous feeling that something was not right.

“Jezelle, something’s not right about tonight. You’d better reconsider! That scumbag husband of yours is capable of anything.”

“Don’t talk me out of it. Since we want to deal with him, then I’ll have to win his trust and lower his guard!” Jezelle said resolutely.

“Okay, since you’ve decided, then I’ll go with you tonight.” I would never allow anyone to harm Jezelle.

We went to our respective work areas at the company and behaved as if nothing had happened between us.

I sat at my workspace and a male colleague beside me said with a grin, “I saw you coming to work in Jezelle’s car!”

“I bumped into her after exiting the subway station and she gave me a lift to work.” I was stunned and said guiltily, “There’s nothing between us.”

He chuckled. “But of course. Do you know how many colleagues are going after her? There has never been any scandals about her. How could she pick a poor loser like you? She’s so sexy and beautiful. I’d be willing to trade ten years of my life just to fuck her!”

I felt rather pleased with myself when I recalled her moans when I fucked her that morning.

Jezelle’s husband began to rush her before she finished work for the day.

We then proceeded to the assigned hotel after work.

We parked the car at the basement garage and Jezelle noticed my anxiety. She then assured me tenderly, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect myself.”

She kissed my cheek and got out of the car.

For reasons unknown, my eyes started to twitch uncontrollably. I had a bad feeling that something was about to happen.

Just like yesterday, I went to wait in the lobby. Just as I sat down, I saw a luxury car pull up to the entrance, and out came a large pot-bellied middle-aged man. That was Mr.

Henderson who Jezelle had to entertain that night. Beside him was a man in his thirties who looked like an assistant.

“Mr. Henderson, we’re here.”

“Okay, have you prepared what I asked you to?”

“Yes, it’s done.” The man took out a little container from his pocket. “This is the latest high-definition spy camera. I’ll check-in and install the camera in the room.

Mr. Henderson patted his assistant’s back gleefully and said, “Well done!”

Little did they expect that someone was listening to their conversation. Although they spoke softly, I was able to figure out what they said.

Mr. Henderson took the elevator to the restaurant while the assistant checked into the hotel.

“A themed suite please,” the assistant said at the front desk.

“A minute please… room 2046.” A key card was given to the assistant.

The assistant took the key card and left.

I took out my driver’s license and gave it to the front desk, “This is the first time I’ve heard that you have themed rooms. Are they fun?”

“Satisfaction guaranteed,” the lady said with a smile.

“I’ll have a room.”

The lady gave me a key card to room 2048.

I then realized that there must be something wrong with the room. Jezelle’s husband assured her that he would make all the arrangements but the room was booked by Mr.

Henderson. He even intended to plant a video camera in it.

Jezelle’s husband must have lied to her.

Jezelle’s in danger!

I quickly messaged Jezelle and told her everything I saw.

Jezelle did not reply to my messages.

I started to panic and called Jezelle. The phone call connected but no one answered.

I did not know which private dining room Jezelle was in. The security guards would come for me if I were to search every dining room for her.

Thus, I decided to wait for her on the twentieth floor. I found room 2046 which was just next to my room 2048.

I checked, there were no security cameras on this level perhaps to protect the privacy of its high-end customers.

I hid behind a wall in the lift lobby. After about an hour, I saw Mr. Henderson supporting Jezelle as they exited the elevator.

Jezelle was totally out. It looked like she had been drugged.

When they approached me, I rushed out and hit Mr. Henderson with a mop that I found. Mr. Henderson was out cold.

I then carried Jezelle and quickly entered the room that I had checked into.

I closed the door and placed Jezelle on the bed.

“Jezelle! Are you alright?” I looked anxiously at Jezelle.

“I’m burning up!” Jezelle gripped me tightly with her legs and removed my clothes.

“These bastards are inhumane!”

Jezelle’s husband lied to her that he would drug Mr. Henderson but in reality, Jezelle was always the target!

Despicable!

“Fuck me! Fuck me now!” Jezelle’s cheeks were flushed and she looked at me eagerly with her hands caressing me all over.

We were naked and intertwined in no time.

I fucked her wildly for two hours until the effects of the drug dissipated and Jezelle finally calmed down.

There was a thick scent of sex in the room.

Jezelle was exhausted and quickly fell asleep. I looked at her with a strong sense of dread.

If I had not come with her and overheard the conversation between Mr. Henderson and his assistant, the outcome would have been too horrible to imagine.

After a long while, Jezelle started to wake up and regained her senses.

I was heartbroken and embraced Jezelle. She then realized what had happened and wailed in my arms.

“I really did not expect that he would treat me as a gift to that man! He’s inhumane!” Jezelle lamented.

Then the doorbell rang and I wrapped myself with a towel as I walked to the door.

It was the hotel manager and security guard and I asked rudely, “What’s the matter?”

“I’m sorry to disturb you. One of our guests fainted on this level. We’d like to ask if you heard anything.”

“No!” I snapped back.

They did not continue with their questioning. Perhaps Mr. Henderson also did not know what had happened. After all, if an investigation started, then he would be in more trouble for drugging Jezelle.

I told Jezelle all that had happened.

“All thanks to you. Otherwise, I can’t imagine what he’d do to me!” Jezelle hugged me tightly and continued, “I am absolutely done with that bastard!”

We were raging with anger.

“I want him to regret what he did today for the rest of his life!”

“What do you have in mind?” I asked as I grabbed her breasts from behind.

“I’ve not thought of it but I intend to expose all of his shameful deeds,” Jezelle said as she hugged me.

“Okay, so long as you protect yourself.” I did not know Bret Campbell that well but he was an unscrupulous businessman. To think that he was willing to sell his wife to achieve his objectives. He was certainly a difficult person to deal with.

Just at this moment, Jezelle’s phone started to ring and it was her husband.

Jezelle was startled and asked anxiously, “What should I do?”

“I have a plan.” My eyes glimmered as I suddenly recalled a suspense movie about love and betrayal.

I said to Jezelle, “Don’t answer the call. Send him a message and demand that he transfers six hundred thousand dollars to your account. Otherwise, you’ll kill yourself and then write a suicide note about he and Mr. Henderson’s despicable acts.”

Jezelle smiled. “That’s what I’ll do! It’s time to go on the offensive!”