Startled, I turned to see Connor Williams, the chief director of the livestream team.
"You wouldn’t want your husband to find out you’re here, would you?"
He assumed I was a staff member because I often lingered around the studio. He’d even tried to pursue me once.
The sounds from the prop room pulled my thoughts back to the present.
In the darkness, his breath tickled my ear as he whispered, "Seems like marrying a streamer comes with a high risk of infidelity."
His voice was piercingly clear in the silence. "Kiara, have you ever thought about me? I don’t have a manager or a female assistant."
His gaze burned into me, predatory and intense.
I stayed silent. In moments like these, an adult’s silence often implies consent.
Taking it as encouragement, his breath grew heavier, and he leaned in to kiss my neck with fervor.
My body trembled but I didn't push him away.
'Dereck, you betrayed me first. You’re not the only one who can have other feelings—'
That night stretched on endlessly.
Biting my lip, I was consumed by a mix of tingling sensations and the bitter satisfaction of revenge.
By the time Dereck and Claire left, Connor and I were still not finished.