A leap

Well, who could it be?

Panic hit me first. Sharp and instant. I forced my face into something neutral while my hands moved on instinct, fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt.

Maya had already unhooked half of them. My heart was racing so fast it felt like it might give us away.

Beside me, Maya turned her back quickly, adjusting herself with shaking hands.

She was never nervous. Not in meetings, neither during negotiations nor even when lives were on the line.

But now her shoulders trembled.

We can’t be caught.

The door opened slowly, hesitation thick in the air.

Fortunately, it was the janitor.

Relief crashed into me so hard my knees almost buckled.

“I’m so sorry,” she said quickly. “I thought there was no one in the building.”

Her eyes darted between us, uncertainty written all over her face.

The way she stood awkward, frozen made it painfully clear that she knew she had walked into something she wasn’t meant to see.

I turned toward her, my posture stiff, my voice controlled. Too controlled and calm

“Can you leave us?” I said evenly. “You can come back once we’ve left the building.”

She nodded immediately, already backing away.

But the universe was out to get us.

The door opened again.

This time, my heart dropped straight into my stomach.

My brother walked in.

Flowers in hand and a wicked smile on his face. The kind that made people nervous and kept enemies awake at night. He looked relaxed, dangerously so.

My ruthless, cruel brother.

I forced a light smile onto my face as we exchanged pleasantries, every muscle in my body screaming to stay still, to stay calm, to act normal.

Maya moved fast.

She slipped into the role she knew too well, devoted wife rushing forward to kiss her husband. Watching her do it felt like something sharp twisting in my chest. The intimacy looked effortless. Convincing.

Very convincing.

“Well,” my brother said with a grin,

“You workaholics need a break, and I have come to take my wife for dinner”

I swallowed hard.

“I’ll leave you lovebirds,” I said softly, already turning away. My hands slipped into my pockets as I passed the janitor, my intention clear to make sure she understood the weight of what she had witnessed.

Or almost witnessed.

As I walked briskly down the hall, I dared one glance back.

Maya’s eyes met mine.

Just for a second.

There was something there: panic, regret, something unspoken and I had to look away quickly, my chest rising and falling as I struggled to breathe normally.

Get it together, I said to myself.

I grabbed the janitor firmly by the arm and dragged her toward the next available door, my grip tighter than I intended. My heart was still racing, adrenaline burning through me.

I didn’t mean to do this.

But I had to.

“What did you see?” I demanded, my voice low.

“Nothing,” she whispered immediately. “I…I saw nothing.”

Her voice trembled, fear unmistakable.

“Well, that’s good,” I said, forcing steel into my tone. “Let’s keep it that way. Because if you go around sniffing about telling anyone what you think you saw, I’ll make sure you lose your tongue.”

The words sounded cruel. Dangerous.

That's not me.

I released her arm slowly, watching the fear linger in her eyes. I knew I had scared the shit out of her and guilt pricked at me instantly.

I wasn’t that man.

At least… I hoped I wasn’t.

But some lines, once crossed, didn’t uncross themselves.

And I had the sinking feeling this was only the beginning.

After I was done with the janitor, I dragged my blazer firmly, walking out with a smile like I hadn't threatened someone's child.

I bumped into the perfect couple, I thought they were perfect not until this moment.

I thought I was wrong for trying to stay away from her.

I need to stop this thought, my brother owes no one loyalty, he would kill me… I said to myself.

“Kliner! Kliner! Is everything ok?”

My brother's voice snapped me back to reality.

Oh…I was just thinking, maybe it's time I find the woman of my dreams.

My brother laughed so hard, “that will be so lovely.”

“I can't wait to meet her”, Maya said as she folded her arms like she was anticipating a war.

But all I perceived was jealousy and looking at her that way was cute. I tried to not give her that flirty look.

The janitor interrupted the mood, she was still shaking uncountably. I knew I had to take care of this unforeseen situation.

My brother even as a cold mafia, he is smart that he could see through people.

I don't want him asking questions. I gave the janitor a stern look and instantly she understood

After I was done with the janitor, I straightened my blazer firmly and walked out wearing a smile, as though I hadn’t just threatened someone’s entire existence. My face stayed calm, composed but inside, everything was still spiraling.

I walked straight into the perfect couple.

At least, that was what I used to think they were. Perfect until this moment shattered the illusion.

Maybe I had been wrong all along for trying so hard to stay away from her.

The thought startled me, and I forced it down immediately.

Stop it.

My brother owed no one loyalty. Not me. Not anyone. He would kill me without blinking if he ever suspected betrayal. I reminded myself of that harsh truth, clinging to it like a lifeline.

“Kliner! Kliner! Is everything okay?”

My brother’s voice snapped me back to reality.

I blinked and forced a light chuckle.

“Oh… yeah. I was just thinking,” I said casually. “Maybe it’s time I find the woman of my dreams.”

He laughed loudly, genuinely amused. “That would be so lovely.”

“I can’t wait to meet her,” Maya added, folding her arms as she looked at me. Her smile was polite, controlled but her posture felt defensive. Like she was bracing for something.

A war, maybe.

But all I saw beneath that composed exterior was jealousy.

And that realization did something dangerous to me. I found it cute.

I looked away quickly, refusing to let my eyes linger, refusing to give her that flirty look I knew would betray me. This wasn’t a game.

Then the janitor interrupted the moment.

She stood a few steps away, hands trembling uncontrollably, eyes glued to the floor. Fear clung to her like a shadow, and guilt pricked at me despite myself.

I knew I had to handle this unforeseen situation carefully.

My brother, cold as he was, had a sharp eye. He could read people effortlessly. One wrong move, one wrong question, and everything would unravel.

I couldn’t let that happen.

I shot the janitor a stern look.

Instantly, she understood.

She lowered her head further, shrinking into herself, silent and obedient and she walked in to focus on her job.

Good.

I exhaled slowly, forcing calm back onto my face as my brother kept talking, completely unaware that the ground beneath us had already begun to crack. Every word he said echoed like a warning I couldn’t unhear, but I wasn’t ready to fall into the chaos just yet.

So, I did what I always did. I stayed silent.

And watched the so-called perfect couple walk out hand in hand, off to dinner…

While the storm inside me quietly raged.

Maya’s POV

I take care to dress in a respectable, professional way. My thoughts, however, are anything but.

When I take down notes in a meeting, you might see me smile, nod, sip a cup of coffee. However, only I will ever know what’s running through my head.

It wouldn’t be polite to share the fact I might be thinking about whether Kliner would make eye contact at the meeting.

But I noticed he how he fought it, he tried not to look at me and sometimes I caught him looking.

And I know that look. Sometimes he would look through the office glass door, fixing me with his direct gaze, like he wanted to consume every inch of me.

I would turn to the table to bend, so he see my round ass.

I loved the obsession and I did wish my husband could look at me that way but my husband’s focus was on the illegal businesses while I handle the legal part of our business. I get stucked in the office making sure everything is put in place.

It was exhausting and still the one thing I wanted from my husband was for him to make me feel alive again. I just wanted to feel alive.

I felt starved of attention and most importantly sex. Even when I tried to make my husband stay and just look at me for once—I'm his bloody wife!

He won't, he was obsessed with street power, influence and money while I stay starved.

But I look up and I see Kliner. Dark hair, honey skin. As he takes off his tailored navy suit blazer, the outline of his curved biceps stretching against his crisp, pressed shirt is evidence that he looks after his body.

Each time I looked at him, I try to decipher what his preference could be; fucking me on the desk, skirt hitched up, spread wide, or maybe bending me over it, to enjoy just how wet and tight I can be.

I knew he wanted me. What we felt for each other was forbidden. But I was willing to take the risk. A lifetime gamble.

– – – present day

Back at the office at late hours, I sit down in the leather chair to start researching figures, but my mind kept pulling me back to thinking about Kliner.

I know I’ll see him tomorrow, but the restlessness pervades. When I get like this, touching myself doesn’t lift the feeling. It’s not about the orgasm, I need to feel him inside me, filling me entirely.

My bag sits on the desk next to my laptop, and inside it’s my favourite toy. I stroke all seven inches of the glass dildo, my fingertips tracing the raised red hearts, designed to give extra pleasure.

I can’t help thinking about him, imagining him doing that to me. My nipples are straining against my bra and I’m not fighting the feeling anymore.

My body is sensitive, and even my own touch makes me horny. My skirt has a split at the front, and it’s ruched up around my waist.

Undoing my shirt, I rub at the dampness between my legs. I slip my hand inside my panties enjoying this office wank. Wishing Kliner could watch me touch myself.

I tug my nipples. They are fully erect.

My fingers glide over my clit and I’m panting. I slip two fingers inside me, massaging back and forward.

Pumping my fingers, I’m so swollen. I can tell when I’m dirty and taste myself.

Sliding my panties off I go to the desk to get the dildo. I like teasing strokes, I work the dildo, pumping away at me, I tease myself, pulling it out and sliding it up and down across my clit, my lips hugging and spreading at its girth.

I wish Kliner could do this to me with his cock. My breath quickens as I get closer. I can hear how wet I am.

I can’t wait any longer and thrust the dildo inside me, stroking my clit. Past the point of play, I want it harder. I need to feel it deep inside me taking up every inch of me, I rock my hips back and forward, frantically.

I’m so close and push the dildo right inside me, up to its hilt. I pant and moan, pumping it deeper and deeper until I climax hard, crying out. As I slide it out, I think about Kliner—my husband’s brother and the universe decides to bring me a present.

My door creaks open and there he was—Kliner looking at me.

This Might Not Be a Mistake

They say be careful what you wish for, or you might just get what you want.

But when I saw Kliner standing there frozen, stunned, breathing like he’d just walked into his own undoing. I didn’t feel fear or shame.

I felt alive.

I felt seen.

I felt like fate had finally stopped teasing me and decided to act.

Everything I had imagined, every filthy, dangerous thought I had buried, stood right in front of me, breathing, real.

And yet he resisted me.

The way he refused to look at me told me everything.

Most men would have stared. Most men would have lost control instantly. But Kliner stood rigid, eyes fixed anywhere but on my body, jaw clenched tight, like discipline was the only thing holding him together.

That restraint made my thighs clench.

This isn’t good, I thought.

But I was already in too deep to stop. I didn’t want to stop.

I was ready to hunt.

“Don’t go,” I said softly, already knowing he would try.

“Shut the door and come closer.”

The words tasted sinfully right.

He hesitated. I felt it like a pulse in the room but his body betrayed him before his mind did; his shoulders stiffened, his breath hitched.

He wanted control.

So did I.

I rose slowly, deliberately, my shirt still unhooked, my breasts exposed without apology.

I didn’t rush him.

Men like Kliner didn’t break when you pushed, they broke when you waited.

When you let them sit inside the wanting until it consumes them.

I stepped closer.

His gaze dipped to my chest for half a second before he forced himself to look away.

That refusal ignited something sharp and territorial in my chest.

Look at me, I wanted to demand.

But I didn’t say it. I didn’t need to.

The shame, the hunger, the war between loyalty and desire, it was all written on him.

The kind of conflict that ruins men like him.

“What you saw,” I murmured, “it’s really nothing. But we can share a little secret, can’t we?”

My fingers pressed lightly against his chest, drifting down, testing, unhooking the button of his skirt slowly, deliberately. I touched him just enough to make him aware of how close I was.

He was shaking.

“You’re shaking,” I said quietly.

He denied it too quickly.

I laughed under my breath.

“You’ve always been very good at lying to yourself.”

“This stops now,” he said, but his voice lacked conviction. “You’re my boss. And my...”

“Family,” I finished for him.

Of course. That was always the excuse.

The shield he hid behind.

Silence stretched between us, thick and unbearable.

“You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me?” I whispered.

“The way you freeze when I’m near? You don’t hide it as well as you think, Kliner.”

I leaned closer, my lips hovering near his ear, careful not to touch.

“This doesn’t have to mean anything,” I murmured. “Some moments exist just because they want to.”

Still, he resisted.

No one resisted me like this except my husband.

And I wasn’t prepared to accept that.

I stepped back, giving him space, turning toward my desk as if the fantasy could end there.

“You can walk out,” I said calmly, gesturing toward the door. “Right now.”

“If you do,” I continued, “we go back to pretending. Denying what we feel.”

He didn’t move.

A little glimpse of hope sparked.

“But if you stay,” I said, lowering my voice, “you accept that this changes things. There’s no innocence left after this.”

I watched his face carefully.

“I don’t know how to stop wanting this,” he admitted.

“Neither do I,” I said without hesitation.

I stepped toward him again.

Then…

The door creaked.

The interruption hit me like ice.

I turned away quickly, adjusting myself, anger and panic burning through me.

Thank God, it was only the janitor.

Still, I hated that she had seen anything at all.

I slipped back into myself: CEO and perfect wife.

Inside, my heart raced.

Not like this. Not yet.

Kliner handled her.

When she left, relief came but it didn’t last.

The door opened again.

Carlos, My husband.

Flowers in hand. That same dangerous calm he wore like a crown.

I watched Kliner retreat instantly, snapping back into place like none of this had ever happened.

I kissed Carlos. Smiled. I played my role perfectly.

But my mind stayed with Kliner.

With how close we’d come.

When Kliner excused himself, my chest tightened. We weren’t finished. Our eyes met briefly as he left.

Carlos droned on about business, failed deals, violence disguised as strategy.

I nodded, answered when required.

Then I noticed the janitor again. Still shaking.

Kliner threatened her, I realized.

Smart man.

That made me want him even more.

Good. He understood the stakes.

Still, loose ends bothered me. I was already considering transfers, dismissals, quiet solutions disguised as policy.

I’d deal with her later.

Carlos softened. “Let’s fix things,” he said. “Dinner. Just us.”

Fix things.

The irony almost made me laugh.

I nodded and kissed him softly

But his kiss did nothing to me. I felt empty. Impatient.

His eyes fell on the dildo on my table. He grabbed my face, forcing my gaze up.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

I smiled faintly.

I slipped my toy back into my bag and walked beside him, the perfect wife.

Outside, we bumped into Kliner.

The men exchanged jokes, but then Kliner mentioned finding the woman of his dreams.

Something dark twisted inside me.

The woman of his dreams?

Jealousy hit hard and ugly. The thought of him wanting another woman, touching her made my jaw tighten.

I reached for Carlos’ hand, entwining my fingers with his.

“I can’t wait to meet her,” I said sweetly.

My smile wasn’t kind.

It was possessive.

You don’t get to walk away untouched, I thought. Not after today.

This wasn’t over.

It was only the beginning.

And next time,

I wouldn’t let anything interrupt us.

Not even the janitor.