In a love hotel with Cynthia - Part 1.

It might have been a mix of worry and excitement, but William arrived at the hotel a little earlier than agreed on. He stood a block away from it and used the time to contact Reina since their photo shoot was cancelled.

‘Mrs. Evans doesn’t feel well, so she asked me to go with her. You okay with that?’ he asked through a text message.

‘I only wish you could take pictures or something, but I doubt our boss would like to have proof of her affair. It’s fine. Fuck her good and tell me about it later,’ was his girlfriend’s answer.

‘She really is a special one, that Reina.’

‘You’re sure she’s really into this, right?’

‘You were too busy to notice last night, but yes, she 100% gets off to you fucking other women.’

‘Alright, then let me ask you about Cynthia. What’s wrong with her?’

‘I wonder if I should tell you. I get the feeling she’ll tell you herself, and I don’t want to spoil the surprise.’

‘So you do know.’

‘Of course. She was oozing lust, so she was an open book.’

‘Fine, then. I’ll handle it on my own.’

‘Good luck. And remember, use my power as much as you want, but remember to resist its influence on you.’

William waited a few more minutes before his phone buzzed with a message from Cynthia telling him she was about to arrive. He moved towards the love hotel and waited a bit more until he saw her coming out of the parking lot.

She was wearing her usual white suit and tight skirt, but she also had a black scarf around her neck that covered her face, plus sunglasses. Really, she stood out more that way, but so long as people couldn’t tell it was her, it was alright, he guessed.

“…Let’s go inside,” she whispered.

Will followed her into the building. The lobby was big, but interestingly enough, the front desk had a black screen that prevented the customer and the clerk from seeing each other with only some space between the desk and the screen to let payments and other things happen, one of which was the selection of a room. The clerk at the other side offered them a leaflet with pictures and prices of different rooms. Cynthia looked at it for a moment and without hesitation picked the most expensive room for five hours. It made William shudder. That much money could pay his rent and buy him food for a couple of months.

They went up the elevator and entered their room. And boy did he understand the price now. The floor was some elegant, red anti-slip tile due to there being a fucking hot tub in a corner of the room with marble steps leading up to it. Opposite to it were a dancing pole, a small chair with leopard print fur and a curtain leading to a small changing room. Next to both of those was the bathroom with a huge fucking shower in it. The queen sized bed had all white sheets and a matching sofa was right next to it. In front of the bed was a TV on the wall with a digital fireplace under it. The room was lit with dim blue lights, but there was a panel the change the lighting and there was even a disco ball on the ceiling.

“Whaaa…” William couldn’t help but make such an incoherent sound.

On her part, Cynthia went and sat on the bed, removing her scarf and sunglasses before she let out a deep, deep sigh. “Come. Sit next to me.”

William did as told, and when he was next to her she took his hand and interlaced her fingers with his. “I owe you some explanation.”

“You don’t need to if you don’t want to.”

“I’ve calmed down a bit, and I do want to explain, at least a little. Will you listen?”

“Of course.”

“You were waiting down at the lobby, right? Then you probably saw him. My… husband.”

‘THAT WAS HER HUSBAND!? NO WONDER SHE’S SEXUALLY STARVED!’

‘AND WASN’T HE 15 YEARS OLDER THAN HER!?’

“My husband… I’ve been with him for three years. Three years of a loveless, sexless marriage. I’ve been so focused on my work and the company that I never questioned it. Until recently, that is.” She released his hand and crossed her arms around Will’s neck, getting closer, foreheads pressing together. “I’m getting ****, William. Work used to be enough for me, until I got a taste of you. Now I know what I want.” She gently pressed her lips against his. “Tell me you love me,” she whispered. “I don’t care if it’s fake, I don’t care if there’re a myriad other women you’d rather be with right now. Please, William, hold me like you would a lover.”

It wasn’t appropriate, but Will couldn’t help but snicker. It made Cynthia flinch, so he hurried in explaining. “Did it ever seem like I wasn’t being sincere with you?” he asked her. Sure, Ishtar’s influence might have made things weirder, but it didn’t take from the fact that Cynthia was an amazing woman. Gorgeous, capable, determined… All qualities he admired. It was natural he’d fall for her. “Remember what I told you when we first met? I said I’d make you willingly choose me over your husband. I told you I’d make you my woman, because I fell for you the moment I saw you. I’m making good on my word today, Cynthia. I’m in love with you, and I’ll make you one of my women.”

Her answer wasn’t what he expected, as she suddenly started chuckling with her hand on her mouth. “One of? Do you even hear yourself?” she said. “But it’s fine. I knew it would turn out like this, and I welcome it. Take my body, my heart, all of me. I’m tired, Will. I don’t want to think. Just promise you’ll take care of me.”

“I told you,” he said, kissing her forehead. “I take good care of my things.”