Sexy Behind The Mask

Damian Blackwood put the key in the lock.

Rain ran down the collar of his dark cashmere coat. His flight from Boston to New York had been canceled due to bad weather, allowing him to come home a day early. He hadn't told Isabella, wanting to surprise her.

The door opened. The house was quiet.

"Isabella?" he called out.

No response.

He took off his coat and hung it on the hook in the foyer. He could hear a faint sound from upstairs. Was it music? No, it was laughter. Two women laughing.

He frowned. Maybe Isabella was with a friend.

He walked up the stairs, and the sounds grew clearer. Besides the laughter, there was a strange, suppressed moan.

He stopped outside the master bedroom door. The sounds were coming from here. His hand rested on the doorknob, hesitating. Some instinct made him feel uneasy.

He didn't knock. He just pushed the door open.

The scene on the bed made his blood run cold.

His fiancée, Isabella, was lying naked on his bed. Another naked woman was straddling her. That woman was Chloe. His sister Olivia's friend.

The sheets were a tangled mess. When Isabella saw him, she let out a terrified scream and tried to cover herself with a sheet.

Chloe, however, was different. She slowly got off Isabella and turned to face Damian, a slight, indifferent, almost provocative smile on her face. She made no attempt to cover her body.

Damian stood motionless in the doorway. He didn't feel anger, just a cold numbness. The only thought in his mind was that the perfect world he had carefully constructed had shattered in this instant.

After a few seconds, he regained his composure. There was no emotion in his gray eyes.

He walked into the room, his gaze fixed on the panicked Isabella.

"How long?" His voice was terrifyingly calm.

Isabella trembled, not daring to look at him. "Damian, I… I can explain."

"How long?" he asked again, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Isabella's lips trembled. "Eight… eight months," she whispered. "Since Olivia's engagement party."

Eight months. For eight whole months, he had been living in a lie.

Isabella clutched the sheet and sat up, trying to justify herself. "Damian, this isn't real cheating! She's… she's a woman."

Damian looked at her as if she were a stranger.

Isabella didn't seem to notice the disgust in his eyes. She even leaned closer to Chloe and said in an absurd, seductive tone, "We… we could invite you to join. Isn't this every man's dream?"

That sentence was like a switch. The last trace of warmth in Damian's heart vanished. He realized that the woman he was about to marry was either hopelessly stupid or morally corrupt to the core.

Either way, he could not accept it.