Chloé (eyes wide)
What on earth are you talking about?
Lorenzo stood up slowly, ran a hand through his still-muffled hair, then sat on the edge of the bed right in front of her. His gaze remained fixed, serious, almost cold. Chloé was short of breath. She was still trying to process whether what she had just heard was a joke or pure madness.
Chloé (furious)
_ Answer me, damn it! Cat got your tongue? How dare you ask me to seduce and sleep with your buddy Fabio?!
Her voice rose a pitch, trembling with rage. Her hands gripped the sheets as if she wanted to rip them apart.
Lorenzo (calm but firm)
_ Stay calm and listen to me. I…
Chloé (flushed with anger)
_ No, Lorenzo, this time you're going to listen to me! Do you think you own me? Let me remind you that we are married! And frankly, you're completely out of your mind if you think I'm going to sleep with your friend. I swear, you have a serious problem!
Lorenzo closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and let out a heavy sigh.
Lorenzo (exasperated)
_ Can you shut up for two seconds and let me finish? I told you we needed to talk about some things you're still in the dark about. And before I explain, I need you to play this "game" with me. There's something I need to uncover, something very important. And I think this plan is going to make it work.
The tone of his voice was deeper, almost pleading. But Chloé could only see the absolute absurdity of his words.
She remained silent, her heart pounding, her eyes locked onto him. Slowly, she sat up, leaning back against the pillows with a dark glare. She stared at him as if she wanted to pierce right through him.
Chloé (calmly, ice-cold)
_ I'm going to assume you're not in your right mind tonight. That must be why you dared say something like that to me. But the next time you speak to me like that, Lorenzo, I swear to God… I will kill you.
She lay back down, turned her back to him, and yanked the sheets over herself. Lorenzo froze, unable to utter a single word.
A heavy silence filled the bedroom. Only the sound of Chloé's rapid breathing broke the tense, thick air.
Lorenzo (internal voice)
_ I think I'm an idiot. I shouldn't have told her that. But I need her… it's the only way this works.
Chloé (internal voice)
_ Who does this psycho think he is? He thinks he can just share me with his buddies? I'm no whore. He's going to pay for this, the bastard. Dearly.
Lorenzo stayed still for a few minutes, his head bowed. Then, without a word, he got up, threw on a t-shirt, and left the room. The door closed softly behind him, leaving Chloé alone with her fury.
The next morning.
The sun had barely risen when a large black car pulled into the villa's courtyard. Its engine roared before cutting out sharply. Inside, Fabio held the steering wheel, dark sunglasses on his nose, a serious expression etched onto his face. In the back, two muscular men waited in silence, while another sat in the passenger seat next to him. Fabio slowly turned his head toward them.
Fabio (commanding)
_ You know what you have to do. No mistakes. And above all, follow my orders.
Man (hesitant)
_ Right, boss, but we don't want any trouble with the Jaguar… You know what he's capable of if things go sideways.
Fabio (deep, cold voice)
_ I'm the one giving the orders here. And if you don't obey me, you know damn well what waits for you.
A tense silence settled in.
Man
_ Understood. We'll do as planned.
Fabio abruptly threw open the car door, stepped out, and slammed it shut. He walked slowly across the courtyard, hands in his pockets, looking wary. He was about to press the doorbell when he noticed the front door was already ajar. He frowned. Without waiting, he crept inside, step by step, like a thief.
And then… he froze dead in his tracks.
In front of him, in the living room, Chloé was sitting on the couch.
Wearing nothing but a tiny thong and a bikini top, her body glistened under the morning light. With her legs crossed and her hair tied up in a bun, her perfect face was fully on display. She held a glass of juice between her fingers, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
Fabio felt his throat tighten. Despite himself, his eyes slid over her body, her curves, her golden skin. He tried to keep his composure, but his heart was racing.
Fabio (voice trembling)
_ Uh… Chloé… hi… are… are you okay?
Chloé didn't answer. She stood up slowly, putting her glass down on the coffee table with calculated precision, as if she wanted him to notice every single movement, every single curve.
Fabio (disconcerted)
_ Uh… aren't you ready yet? Where is Lorenzo? He…
Chloé (smirking)
_ I know, he told you to come with your men to take us back home. But as you can see, I'm alone here. Lorenzo already went back.
Fabio (surprised)
_ What?! Went back? What do you mean, went back? He's the one who ordered me to come get you. He left you here alone?
Chloé (sighing)
_ Actually, I don't know. I woke up and he was gone. Anyway… how about we go for a swim in the pool? I was going by myself, but you can join me… I'd really love your company.
Fabio stood there open-mouthed. His brain was trying to process the situation, but his eyes refused to leave Chloé's body. A shiver ran down his spine.
She stepped closer, a faint smile on her lips. And despite all his usual confidence, he felt his blood run hot.
He didn't know whether to run away or enjoy the moment. But one thing was certain: the game Lorenzo had set in motion had only just begun… and Chloé fully intended to play it her own way.
Chloé (smirking)
_ So, do you accept… or not?
Her tone was soft, provocative. She leaned slightly to the side, her gaze half-innocent, half-burning.
Fabio (calm but firm)
_ No. Go get dressed while I call Lorenzo to find out where he is.
Without another word, he turned around and left the room, his face set.
Outside, Fabio quickly pulled out his phone, turned it on, and dialed Lorenzo's number. He tapped his foot nervously as it rang. A few seconds later, Lorenzo's voice echoed through the receiver.
Fabio (curious)
_ Hey man, where are you? I'm at your place.
Lorenzo (calm)
_ I had to leave early this morning. Escort Chloé back home, I'll see you tonight.
Fabio (surprised)
_ But where are you? I thought…
Lorenzo (cold)
_ Don't think. Just obey me.
And he hung up.
Fabio stood there, the phone still pressed to his ear, his jaw clenched. He felt anger rising, but he swallowed it down and took a deep breath before heading back inside.
And then… he froze again.
Chloé was still there. Standing right in front of him. And in her hands were two glasses filled with champagne. Her skin glowed faintly in the morning light, and her bikini top seemed even smaller than before.
Fabio (eyes wide)
_ What the hell are you doing, Chloé?! You're half-naked in front of me! And let me remind you, you are my friend's wife!
Chloé (mischievous smile)
_ Friend?
She tilted her head, a smile full of innuendo on her lips.
Chloé (whispering)
_ More like… enemy.
Fabio (perplexed)
_ What? What nonsense are you talking about now?
Chloé (soft voice, almost a whisper)
_ Nothing important… Don't be so uptight, Fabio. Don't tell me you don't want a taste of this body right in front of you.
She took a step toward him, slowly, sliding her fingers down her own arm, as if to draw his gaze. Fabio stood rooted to the spot, unable to look away.
Her eyes sparkled with malice. She knew exactly what she was doing. Fabio's gaze dropped despite himself. He took in the curve of her breasts, her flat stomach, her perfect hips. He swallowed hard.
Chloé (seductive, teasing voice)
_ Let's be honest, you like me. And now that we're alone, I really want us to enjoy it. What do you say? A little wild moment between you and me? Or are you afraid to let yourself be tempted by your "best bud's" wife… or should I say, your worst enemy?
Fabio (deep voice)
_ You're crazy, kid. First of all, I don't like you, so stop the act. And second of all, Lorenzo is not my enemy, I don't know where you fished up that bullshit.
Chloé sketched a smile, not the least bit offended. She advanced further, her sweet perfume floating between them. She was so close that Fabio could feel the warmth of her breath on his skin.
Without breaking eye contact, she raised her glass and took a sip of champagne… But instead of swallowing quietly, she deliberately spilled a little over her chest.
The cold liquid slithered down her breasts, seeping under the soaked fabric.
Chloé (falsely innocent look, provocative smile)
_ Oops… how clumsy of me. I think I'm going to have to take this top off…
Fabio clenched his fists, looking away, his jaw tight.
Fabio (firmly)
_ Go change, now. Lorenzo wants me to take you back home.
Chloé (teasing voice, charming smile)
_ Oh Fabio, sweetheart… do you really want to pass up an opportunity like this? It's not every day a woman like me offers you a moment like this.
Fabio (embarrassed, annoyed)
_ What are you talking about? I'm warning you, don't play games with me. I don't give a damn about your body, and never, I mean never, will I betray my boy for a whore like you.
Chloé suddenly burst out laughing. A genuine, somewhat mocking laugh that echoed throughout the living room.
Fabio (confused)
_ What are you laughing at?
Chloé (smirking, eyes sparkling)
_ Because you're funny, Fabio. You insult me, but your eyes have been devouring me this whole time. You don't want to admit it, but your body is betraying you. Look at you, you're tense, you don't even dare to breathe.
She stepped even closer, whispering right by his ear:
Chloé (seductive)
_ You have two options: either you stay and let this fire inside you explode… or you leave, and you lose your chance to have a woman like me, even just for a moment.
She gave him a wink.
Chloé (smirking)
_ And don't worry, Lorenzo won't know a thing, promise. It'll be our little secret…
Fabio stood frozen, unable to move.
His eyes had darkened, his breathing had quickened.
Chloé slowly set the glasses down on the table. Then, with a slow, almost sensual motion, she caught the bottom of her wet top and slid it up her skin. The fabric dropped softly to the floor.
The silence grew heavy.
She approached him, placed her hands on his chest, slid her arms around his neck, and, without warning, captured his lips in a burning kiss.
Fabio reacted instantly. He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her tight against him, their breaths mingling. It was wild, uncontrolled, like two bodies trapped in an explosion.
But suddenly, Chloé broke the kiss, breathless. She stepped back, a mysterious smile on her lips, her eyes shining with a mix of provocation and thrill.
Fabio (surprised)
_ What? Why are you stopping? I thought you wanted to make love to me?
Chloé (low, seductive voice)
_ Make love? No, sweetheart. Lorenzo is the one who makes love to me. You, you're just going to fuck me. But first… let's toast.
Fabio (perplexed)
_ Toast? To what exactly? To celebrate your betrayal? Or the fact that you've decided to play with fire?
She simply smiled, a smile so confident it became almost dangerous.
Without a word, she turned around slowly. Her gaze glided toward the coffee table where the two glasses waited—one filled with champagne, the other half-empty, the one she had clumsily spilled on her chest moments earlier. Her slender fingers gripped them once more. She spun around, a mysterious smile hooked on her lips, and walked toward Fabio with a deliberately sensual stride.
Chloé (smirking)
_ Come on, take this. Let's toast to this adventure starting between us… one that might last forever.
Her voice was soft, almost sugary, but her eyes held a calculated gleam.
Fabio stared at her for a moment, suspicious, before snatching the glass without a word. With a sharp movement, he downed the champagne in one gulp, his muscles tense, his jaw clenched. Then, with a sharp crash, he threw the glass to the floor, where it shattered into a thousand pieces.
Chloé (smiling)
_ Wow… looks like you're in a hurry, aren't you?
Fabio sketched a cold smile before stepping toward her with heavy strides.
Fabio (deep, threatening voice)
_ If you want to get fucked, you're going to get exactly what you asked for, you dirty whore. I'm going to teach you what loyalty means.
Without warning, he placed a firm hand behind Chloé's hip, pulled her brutally against him, and captured her lips in a burning, savage kiss. The glass she was holding slipped from her hand and shattered in turn.
For a moment, Chloé seemed to yield, her arms wrapping around Fabio's neck, their breaths tangling. But in her eyes, behind the fake glow of desire, lay a cold determination. A few seconds later, Fabio's body went rigid. His breath caught, his eyelids fluttered one last time… then he collapsed heavily against Chloé's shoulder, unconscious.
She pushed him away with a sharp shove, letting him fall onto the couch with an exasperated sigh.
Chloé (furious)
_ Finally… I thought this bastard was never going to pass out, shit.
With a quick movement, she put her bra back on, which she had dropped earlier. Her heart was still beating fast, but this time, it wasn't fear—it was adrenaline.
Footsteps echoed on the stairs. Lorenzo was coming down, dressed in black from head to toe: a tight t-shirt, fitted pants, leather gloves. A predatory smile grazed his lips, the kind of smile that could make Chloé melt and freeze anyone else with terror.
Lorenzo (smirking)
_ You were amazing, babe. Even though…
SPLASH!
The slap cracked through the air, sharp and loud. Lorenzo remained motionless, his head turned slightly from the impact, while Chloé, her eyes blazing, stared at him without an ounce of regret.
Chloé (furious)
_ That is for forcing me to kiss that psycho! And believe me, if you weren't my husband, I'd give you a second one… but this time right between your testicles!
Lorenzo burst into a short, amused laugh, gently rubbing his cheek as if he had just received a compliment. Then he stepped closer to her, slid a hand onto her waist, and planted a tender kiss on her forehead.
Lorenzo (smiling)
_ I guess I owe you an apology, beautiful. Sorry, but you know it was necessary. Now, go upstairs and don't come out until I give you the signal. Got it?
Chloé (sighing, mock-offended)
_ Do I really have a choice?
Lorenzo (amused)
_ No. Just obey me.
Chloé (pouting)
_ Bastard, I hate you.
Lorenzo (amused, teasing her with his eyes)
_ And I… find you even more irresistible when you play the furious temptress.
Chloé arched an eyebrow, sketched a small smile, and threw back maliciously:
Chloé (smiling)
_ You are one weird guy. Go on, I'll let you settle your scores with that lunatic. Afterward, it'll be my turn to settle mine… with you.
She gave him one last wink before turning on her heel and heading up the stairs. Her silhouette disappeared down the hallway, leaving Lorenzo alone in the living room, facing Fabio's limp body.
His expression changed instantly. The smile vanished. The charming man gave way to the predator. A dark glint consumed his eyes.
Lorenzo (cold, murderous voice)
_ You really played me, didn't you? You dared strike me in the back… even though you were so close to me all these years. Why you, Fabio? WHY?
Thunder rumbled in the distance, as if echoing his rage.
To be continued…