Chapter 4
Inside the dimly lit room with clothes scattered around were loud moans of pleasure. Betty's back perfectly arched while Philip thrust her hard.
This was one of her best moments in their relationship. She was never sexually starved. And recently Philip's sexual hunger had doubled.
"Ahhh... Olivia, this is good."
"What."
Betty exclaimed. She stopped f**king him. He just called her his ex-wife's name.
"How can you be thinking of that bitch when we are having s*x?"
"Betty, it's a mistake. Come on, we are not done yet."
"Get your dirty hands off me."
She pushed him off her body.
"Come on Betty, you know that I love you and mistakes do happen."
"This isn't the first time you confuse my a** for hers."
Betty got off the bed, wrapping the bed sheet around her body. She headed to the bathroom to change up.
Anger flushed over her face. She had successfully gotten rid of Olivia physically but not from his mind. He keeps calling her name. It's been two months and he still hasn't gotten over her.
"I'm sorry Betty, it will never happen again."
Philip begged.
In the midst of their argument Philip's phone rang. When he checked the caller it wasn't someone important. Just one of his friends who lives to visit the club regularly.
When the call persisted he had no choice than to pick it.
"Hey man I'm busy."
"Hold on Philip. But there is a problem."
"Can't it wait till tomorrow?"
Betty would get even mad if she knew he was talking about business on the night they were to have some privacy.
"No. It can't wait. Like I said, it's important."
"What is it?"
Philip kept his voice low.
"Come over to the club man and see things for yourself."
"What else do I have to see in a club other than naked women dancing on a pole."
"You need to see this one because it's your wife I'm talking about."
Philip went rigid as if someone had just poured ice water on him. He was speechless for a minute. His friends had no idea he had divorced Olivia. But how true could this be?
"A- are you sure it is Olivia?"
"Well I'm not so sure anymore because this Olivia I'm looking at looks like another version of your wife."
"What do you mean?"
"She is damn hot. "
Philip ended the call. He picked up his clothes, dressed up and stormed off to the club. Betty returned to the room after she couldn't hear Philip's voice begging for her forgiveness. The only sound she heard was that of a speeding off car
Never in Olivia's life would she have believed she could dance in a slutty way. Dylan had bought her a dazzling silver gown stopping on her laps. She danced with the pole as if she was a pro.
"Is stripping something you do as side hustle?"
Dylan needed to ask the billionaire queen that had aroused his interest.
Olivia shook her head negatively. Those nights she had to sleep alone when Philip was out on a business trip or perhaps spending time with Betty, she would read books like how to seduce a man. She did all this only for him to still cheat.
"Has that compensated for your wasted time Mr. Dylan."
She asked in a low yet seducing voice. Olivia began to love this game. She sat down on his lap then wrapped her hands around his neck playing with his necktie.
Dylan took off his belt and spread her legs open pulling her closer to where he felt the tantalizing sensation. With their faces slightly apart Dylan had a smile reaching up his eyes.
"Don't let this get into your head little bird. I don't love anymore."
Olivia smiled widely. She too has had a rough share of love and wouldn't want to ever be in that position again.
"Neither do I, Mr. Dylan."
"My charm is irritable, little bird."
She couldn't hold it back anymore. Her tongue had been itching to know what he tasted like. He caved to her kiss, it was an open invite he could say no to.
His hands roamed her back. He lost a rope from behind her gown. It caused a slack on the left hand so it dropped. The second rope did the same to the right hand of the gown and now her bre*st was the only thing stopping the gown from falling.
"I do not trust this place. Why don't we continue at your place?"
"Damn,! Olivia it's going to take a long time to get to my place and I really want to tear this gown off your body."
Olivia gave him the baby face. She quickly fell for it, accepting her plea. With how easy she was able to change his mind Dylan was beginning to wonder if he could really keep his own part of the terms. No love, just fun.
Philip arrived at the right time to catch Olivia coming out of a vip section. That was the place for big boys to do their stuff. The dim club close did not make it easy for him to be able to recognize Olivia at first sight. He kept squinting his eyes like an old man.
"Olivia..."
He chased after them. Other than using the regular passage there was another exit door for members.
"Where is your membership card?."
The huge security asked.
"I need to catch up with someone." He said, breathing heavily as if he had run a marathon to that place.
The security guard folded his arms around his broad chest which was four times the size of Philip's.
Without another word Philip left. He kept pushing people out of his way struggling for the regular exit door.
"Hey man, did you find her?"
His friend who had called him over was concerned for his friend's marriage.
"I don't know yet. Excuse me."
He pushed his way outside. There was an orange Ferrari not too far from him. There he spotted Olivia with her new lover.
"Olivia!"
Recognizing Philip's voice, she swung around glaring at his face. Memories of those painful nights at the prison played again in her mind.
"You bastard." She yelled aggressively, following a wave of her hand.
'Slap