Lauren pov,

I stood by the hotel mirror as I admired my reflection, my arms were crossed over my chest–I was too exposed, as a married woman. The little black dress clung to my skin in ways I haven't dealt with for years. I quickly reached for a cardigan, which was fitted on the bed, with hopes of taming the outfit into something safer.

"I thought you were going to pick your call earlier–" I muttered.

I knew I trusted my friend, but I couldn't help the battle of scenarios going on in my head.

"I thought we both agreed on no calls, and by the way that's just a friend calling–"

"A friend-" I smiled as all the crazy thoughts in my head disappeared, at least I could actually say, my husband was not the only Ezra in the world.

And just when I thought I could get away with the cover up, Vivian slapped my hands away. "Absolutely not."

"Vivian–" I groaned.

"Definitely not happening under my watch." Her voice was final, her lipstick popped, red as blood as she adjusted the strap on my dress.

"If we are both going out tonight– I don't need that watered down version of you who hided behind sweaters and excuses–come on girl look at you"

I couldn't help but smile a bit, but I had a lot of doubts in my head.

"I told you I don't want to do this." I forged my tone, sharper than I meant it, but my nerves were eating me away.

Her brows arched as she stared back at my reflection, before bursting into a quick laugh. "The fact that you allowed me to zip you into this dress. Deep down, I know, you want this more than me myself."

I turned back to the mirror, my heartbeat now unsteady. I guess it wasn't just about wanting it. Maybe it was about not wanting to sit alone in this room again, drowning in guilt and silence.

To be honest, my husband's absence had left a hole I can't seem to fill, even when I clung to my vows.

"It's just one night," I whispered, and guess what? I had already given myself the what can go wrong speech.

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The street of Athens hummed with life as we both stepped out of the cab. I had on that black gown from earlier, my hair curled down grazing my waist– along with the Louboutin heels Vivian had shoved into my hands. The music spilled from the nearby shops, as laughter rose over the humming of bicycles, cars and small talk. Vivian held my hand as she led me, our heels clicking against the cobblestones, every step was confident, with purpose. I trailed behind, my nerves knotting tighter with each turn we took.

"Finally..." I whispered, letting out a sigh of relief. Vivian had stopped at the end of a nondescript wooden door at the end of the narrow alley.

"This looks sketchy, Vivian..." I frowned, already thinking of ways to head back if suits go sideways.

"That's the point," she said with a crazy grin, before knocking twice, then once more. Just then a man in black suit opened the door, as his eyes flickered over us before stepping aside.

I won't lie– in that moment I felt my heart jolt into my throat.

I hesitated, but Vivian grabbed my hands and pulled me along with her.

The air inside was thick with expensive perfumes, it was something dark– spicy, filled with desire. The golden lights poured out from the chandeliers, It glittered over the velvet polished marble floors. It had this mischievous castle-like setting–I was wowed.

The room pulsed with low music, laughter and the sound of occasional gasp which muffled behind an handfan.

I thought it was all nice till I saw them –I had no idea if they were couples– they were pressed together in the corner, as their hands explored themselves shamelessly as the people watched and clapped.

"Vivian, what the hell is this place?" I asked as my cheeks flamed up.

"Underground," she muttered with a wink. "Exclusives. exactly what you need."

"Thus is insane, Vivian, I can't be here." I said, clutching the drink a waiter had just pressed into my hand.

I shook my head trying to reset, my body urge, when Vivian's hands rested on my shoulders.

"Come on now, calm down.." she whispered. " We are just watching," she reminded me. "No one's asking you to do anything. Unless...." She paused, leaning closer as her eyes sparkled. "You want to."

I quickly sipped my drink, fast, allowing the burn against my throat to distract me. I wanted to protest, to walk back out of that door–but something inside me tightened at the sight of the couples touching freely by my side– I sat there wishing I could trade places.

"Stop it... you are married." I cautioned myself.

Just then, the music stopped, as an announcement echoed through the room, pulling me out of my thoughts. A lady dressed in a crimson dress stepped onto the raised platform, with a wicked smile.

"Ladies and gentlemen, " she purred.

"Tonight ,as always, we host our auction. Subs and doms, bidders and the brave–let the games begin."

I felt the knot in my stomach drop. I turned sharply to Vivian. "What the fuck are they auctioning?"

"Like I said earlier, calm down. It's harmless. People volunteer, while others bid. It's just a game."

I shook my head violently. " Absolutely not. I am not volunteering."

"No one said you are mandated to do so. But..." she paused, sliding a card across the table towards me. "Why not sign up? Just for fun. No one will pick you. You'll see. I guess we would both laugh about it tomorrow."

I stared at the blank line on the card, my heart hammering against my chest. "This is ridiculous–I am married, remember."

"Oh.. cut me that crap, do you want me to go over my lectures once again.."

"No..but my name, what if someone recognises me?"

She rolled her eyes and leaned in "Come on now... in Greece, oh please, alright then, don't put your name, use a fake one. Everyone does it–it's part of the game. Trust me, Lauren. No one here cares who you really are. They just want their fantasy to be fulfilled."

My throat tightened as I held the pen. A fake name. That made it less real...right? And safer. More like it wasn't really me that signed up–I convinced myself.

My fingers shook as I scribbled the first name that came to my mind, a strange name that gave me the access to what I wanted to feel. I shoved the card back at Vivian as I could feel the numbness of my fingers.

"Here, you go. Happy?" I muttered.

"More than happy–I'm ecstatic." She smirked.

-

The auction began. And one by one, the names were called out, laughter and applause filled the room as the bids flew. Some went for an outrageous sum, while the others were barely a token. I sat stiff in my chair, praying the name I had chosen would pass unnoticed.

And then it came.

"Ophelia Sinclair."

I had no idea I was the one, till I got tapped by Vivian, who reminded me that my fake name was being called.

My blood ran cold as the host's smile curved. "Do I hear a bid?"

I shook my head, before rising half way from my seat. This was already happening–I wished I was dreaming. The numbers flew, higher and higher, echoing like hard rock against my chest. I clutched the edge of the table, my hands trembled.

Finally, the bid ended as the host lifted her hand. "Sold!–to the highest bidder of the night."

The crowd applauded, but I could barely hear it. My gaze lifted, as I was drawn to something magnetic and inevitable.

Across the room, stood the man I was bidded to. The moment he stepped forward, I could feel the bolts of shock streaming down my body. He was tall, broad–shoulderd, but his face was hidden in the shadow like an half mask. His eyes locked unto mine–steady and dark as it burned with hunger.

I quickly turned trying to distract myself, as I sipped back on my drink– I choked, coughing out loud. I felt Vivian's warm hand rest on my back, as she stroked me to calm down.

"Ooh.. look who got a dick for the night.." Vivian whispered into my ear, but before I could react, I heard him behind me.

"Are you alright–" the voice was thick, but the moment I turned I swore in that moment, I had forgotten I was married, my panties were all mushy and soaked just from his voice.

Lauren Pov,

I nodded, definitely wowed–I guess he had seen me choke earlier, he was out of the dim light and before me stood a magnificent handsome man, his jawline was precise, his blue eyes tempting. I couldn't resist staring into them–I guess I regretted why I was already married.

He took my hand into his. His grip was firm, steady and confident in a way that made my body react before my mind could catch up. I felt the heat beneath my skin increase as my breath slowed.

Using the corner of my eye, I saw Vivian with her crazy smirk.

"I get it, I get it.... I'll get out of your hair," she teased, making an obscene gesture in the air, a little "crazy fuck" motion that send my cheeks burning red.

"You got this.." she whispered, winking before spinning around and disappearing into the crowd, leaving me all alone with this stranger.

I couldn't help it, but laughter bubbled out of my lips, spilling free as I could only recall Vivian's crazy expression before leaving. I clamped my lips shut, immediately I realized I was laughing so freely in front of a stranger.

"Don't stop–please" his voice cut through me like a soft flustered silk.

"Don't ever stop smiling," he said , his eyes locked on mine. "You are way more beautiful when you do."

I felt my heart thumping against my ribs. He wasn't just handsome –but his aura was something out of the ordinary, the kind of authority that filled the room without him trying.

"Is this your first time here?" He asked, I nodded as words weren't cropping up in my lips.

"I knew it... you don't belong here," he continued smoothly, tilting his head towards the crowded room.

"Shall we ditch this circus for somewhere more...fitting for a queen like yourself?"

I opened my mouth to protest, but it wasn't forthcoming. All my mind could think about were warnings.

Married women, don't go off with strange men, we don't feel sparks just from a stranger's voice, we don't lean closer just to breathe in his scent.–every word my mind had countered, I did it all–His scents were heavenly.

And here I was trying to say no–but my voice betrayed me.

"Where do you think is more fitting?" I blurtted.

He smiled faintly, as if he had already won. "You'll see."

--

The air shifted, the moment we both stepped into a private dining hall. Everything was brighter, more quiet and refined. The crystal chandeliers glittered overhead, as soft jazz hummed in the background.

The door man bowed the moment we stepped in, hurrying us past other waiting guests with a whispered apology.

His hands clutched against mine as we walked side by side, I couldn't help it but a faint smile plastered over my cheeks. My eyes widened from the way the staff worshipped him. This wasn't just any man. This was someone of status, power. He was respected differently–making it obvious he lived in a world far higher from mine.

He guided me into a gold chair, his hands lingered long enough on my back-making me shiver.

"Relax," He whispered close to my ears–this wasn't helping, but it was a command and comfort at the same time.

The dinner arrived in courses I could barely remember – there were delicate plates of seafood, fine wines, poured endlessly into my glass.

He asked some questions, not the shallow kind , but piercing ones that stripped me off of my defenses:"What do you desire?" Do you feel free? What were my fantasies?"

I answered all expressing myself like I had never before, my laughter came easy with every sip of wine. The heat in my belly had nothing to do with the alcohol–I was horny just from staring at him in his deep blue eyes.

At some point, I realized I was leaning across the table, closer to him than I should have been. His gaze lingered on my lips as the spark burned in between us until I could no longer resist it.

I leaned in, dizzy with wine and urge, I pressed my lips over his.

His hands brought me to a pause, as his firm fingers caught up my chin–my mind was racing, was I wrong to start first?

He held me in place just at a shy distance and his eyes locked unto mine– filled with dark intent.

I thought I was getting pushed away, but instead his lips curved into a faint smile, like he had just confirmed something he had been expecting.

Without another word, he rose to his feet and lifted me effortlessly out of my chair. The waiters pretended not to notice as he carried me through the quiet hall, out into the night.

--

He didn't call a taxi, he had a driver waiting outside for him, I was too drunk to access the car. The car door shut with a soft thud, as the driver took to the road.

Silence hung in the air for a single charged second. Just then I felt his hands trace up on my laps, I wanted to stop him–but I didn't. I tried imagining my husband in the process trying to help ease my guilt, but it didn't.

His lips claimed mine with an hunger that made me gasp for air. He traced my body like he owned it, like it had always belonged to him.

My last thoughts were coherent–I wanted to stop his hands from tracing up on my laps‐to say it was wrong.. that I was married.

But the moment his hands parted my laps and his fingers touched up on my already pulsating clitoris–I realised I didn't care, his fingers slipped underneath my wet panties–sliding across my already wet cheeks. I felt the shiver down my spine as he penetrated me with his fingers.

I let out a soft moan underneath his lips– and for the first time in years, I felt alive.

I should have been ashamed. Instead I was begging the universe to let this stranger ruin me.

Lauren's Pov

I was wet, my juices flowing onto his fingers as he thrust further into me, but the ride didn't last long. My body was already trembling with the aftermath of his touch, and before I could finally catch my breath, the car had stopped in front of a tall glass building which shimmered against the night sky.

He didn't wait to be told, his strong arms swooped me up like I weighed nothing, and I clung to him, my lips trailed along his neck as he carried me past the lobby. I couldn't help but notice the curious eyes of the staff, trailing after us straight into the elevator.

The moment the elevator door closed, he slowly set my feet onto the floor, lowering his head and burying it underneath my legs. I couldn't help but let out a large gasp for air, as I felt his tongue ruin the little part of stability I had left–my fingers digged into his hair, but by the time we reached his penthouse I was already at peak.

My dress slipped from my shoulders, dropping down over my feet the second the door shut behind us. He pressed me against the wall, his mouth devouring mine, and I gave in –completely, shamelessly.

He slowly slipped onto my neck– I let out a moan, as his fingers clutched upon my nipple.

"Fuck.." He whispered over my ears, he lifted me onto the sofa, his gaze never left mine as his tongue traced down to my clit, and his fingers resumed on my breast.

I swear I couldn't feel my legs the moment his head submerged from underneath me. He stood up, lifting me up into the room.

I could feel his cock throb from his trousers, his eyes glittered underneath the lights as I fell onto my knees and unbuckled his belt.

Was I really doing this?

My eyes widened, the moment it was let out of the bag– the veins around it were pulsating, I stroked it as I nudged it over my fingers–watching it dangle in its glory.

He didn't have to say a word, neither did I–it was a night of pleasure and fantasies coming to life.

My tongue tasted the tip of cock, swerving its salty precum over my saliva as I took him in. He was large, different from my husband's–if I could recall from our wedding night which was a sham.

His hands slowly traced down to the back of my head as he slammed his cock over my toungue–I could feel the drop of tears over the corner of my eyes–I loved it.

His moans became louder by the second as he pumped his juices into my mouth, the warm cum jittered down my throat and onto my breast as he slipped out of my mouth.

He carefully raised me off the floor, turned me around as he slid into me–my moan was intense, he was big, my eyes widened as I felt the tip welcomed into me.

"Damn, you are tight..." He muttered.

My mind narrowed, as his hands clutched my breast and he slammed into me fully–

That night, I gave in my all–forgetting who the fuck I really was–neither a wife, nor was I the lady whose husband had turned her down in the last minute.

He owned every part of my body that night-I was finally alive, burning with want as I gasped for air– we did it over and over again till the city outside blurred into nothing.

--

The morning lights spilled through the curtains–finally waking me up. I woke up with a banging bodyache as I tried recalling my acts of last night, my face turned red from the flashbacks, the sheets were cool against my skin and for a moment there I had no sign of regret.

I had hardly noticed his absence, but was drawn to it by the tray of breakfast by the bed side. It was perfectly arranged with fruits, croissants, coffee and beside it laid a folded note, written in a bold neat handwriting.

"Don't leave. I'll be back soon."

My lips trembled into a smile,I pressed the note against my chest, as my once red face felt like it was burning up already. That was when my phone buzzed.

"Vivian," I muttered, already dreading the call.

I swiped to answer, and her voice burst through the speaker, with so much mischief underneath it.

"Sooo... Mrs. Perfect wife... how was last night? And don't you dare tell me nothing happened."

"Viv–" I stammered , sitting up quickly, tugging the sheet over my chest.

"Oh–my–God, you did it! I can hear it in your" she laughed. "You sound like a girl who just discovered what sex really is."

"Stop it Vivian, I don't want to talk about this." My face burned, just from the thoughts from the elevator.

"Don't act shy now. I know I told you to let loose, and I am so glad you did. You are welcome." She laughed harder.

I thought I could handle her teasing–but a part of me couldn't help but judge my act–guilt slowly crept in behind her words as my husband's face flickered in my mind, the vows I had taken and the years which I had promised to be loyal. My chest ached, and for a second , the weight of what I had done pressed hard against me

I was about to tell Vivian she was wrong, that It had been a mistake–or maybe switching the blame unto the Alcohol I had taken last night, and I wanted to swear I was never going to happen again–

Just then the door clicked open.

I froze, ending the call immediately.

He walked in, seeing him in broad daylight made me realize it wasn't just the alcohol–I had fallen for this stranger in just a glance. He was tall, confident and in his hand was a bouquet of fresh flowers . His eyes locked onto mine and guess what? My heart betrayed me again–it jerked so hard I forgot to breathe.

Before I could say a word, he had already crossed the room in long strides as he pressed his lips against mine. The flowers were beautiful, but I didn't have the second to admire them as his hand cradled the back of my neck.

The guilt slipped away, and just like that– I didn't feel it anymore.

I kissed him back, desperately–like I needed him more than the air I was meant to be breathing.

The tray of my untouched breakfast shifted to the floor as he pushed me down gently into the soft pillows. This time, It wasn't the kind of wild frenzy of last night–it was slower, and deeper like he was memorising every inch of my body. His lips burned a trail down my skin, as his touch made me arch against him, and then I realized with a shiver-I was already addicted.

And I never wanted it to end.