COURTNEY'S POV

“I said ‘Good Evening.’ Why did you ask me to rephrase myself?” I asked, slipping back into the cool tones that he knew belonged to Mrs. Jones.

“Ah, I see. I'm sorry. Don't mind me.” He replied, his eyes falling to my cleavages once more, before he quickly batted them away onto his wife who was watching me with disdain.

Not to worry, sweet Lacey. You would feel exactly what it feels like when you're betrayed by someone you love.

Hopefully, you love him, so my plans would sting.

“Have a nice day, Mr. And Mrs. Bieber.” I said, with a slight smile, and cat-walked out the door, heading for my car.

Getting in, I twisted the ignition and drove away as fast as I could.

“Courtney, we have to bear this. It's hard, but it's the path to destroying that son of a bitch!” I said, squeezing my steering wheel with the vortex of rage swelling rapidly within me.

Shortly, I got home, and David was there, having dinner.

“How did it go? Hard?”

“As if.” I replied, sitting on the sofa next to him, as I kicked off my shoes, “He was a dog, waiting for crumbs from his owner. He couldn't take his eyes off me.”

“Attractive. Nice strategy.” He said, and I turned to him. His eyes rose from my cleavages to stare right into mine, and I blushed red. He'd been looking at it too.

“That's not meant for you.” I said, turning away so my clumsy fingers could fix my buttons.

He chuckled, “Is it?”

“Yeah.”

“So, what are you planning when you finally seduce him? Sleep with him?”

“Why? Jealous of your wife being in bed with another man?”

“Ah, I remember. A man ought to be crazy if his wife is in bed with another man.” He said, his green eyes as cool as spring water on a lonely night, “So what will you do?”

“Never would I ever sleep with him again. I have my ways, David. You don't have to worry about a thing.”

He chuckled, “As if.”

~

The next day, I was back again in Kent's house, feeling even better than the last time as the quest for revenge had succeeded in blinding me fully.

We sat on the sofas of the living room, and I crossed my legs, exposing sweet and smooth flesh that he would love to run his hands over.

I'd chosen the color of seduction, a bright red tight skirt, with a red jacket, which did nothing to cover my temptation.

And today, my shirt was missing three buttons, not two.

I shot him sweet smiles as we spoke, and did well to expose my neck, and run my own painted fingers over my thighs.

“So, would you do me a favor, Mrs Jones?”

“Caitlin. Not Mrs. Jones.” I said softly, and his eyes traveled over me.

“Caitlin. I'd love you to recruit a friend of mine into your company.”

“I see.” I said, rising to go to the counter where I mixed drinks. He came to stand next to me.

“She's the daughter of a friend of my mother's.”

The fool had no mother!

“Okay?”

“Can you recruit her?”

“Absolutely.” I said, taking off my jacket to reveal softness and feminity as the white shirt clung to me tightly with its short sleeves, “Send me her resume, and she can start working tomorrow.”

“Just like that.”

Then I turned to him, looking at his lips, as I bit mine slightly, stepping closer to him, “I'm the wife of the CEO.”

“Oh.” His voice dropped an octave, and I pulled down the collar of his shirt, forcing myself to meet his lips with mine.

I was going head on like the bull I was.

COURTNEY'S POV

However, before our lips could meet, I withdrew, and gave a sly smile.

Yes, that was the first direct move.

Showing him I was interested. It was his turn to make the next move.

“But of course, we have spouses, so I need to keep my attraction to you leveled.” I said, staring at him like a dove, making myself look more innocent.

Since innocent women drove men like him crazy.

“You are attracted to me, Caitlin?”

“Aren't you quite the prize, Mr. Bieber. You're a loving, handsome man who knows how to make a woman feel seen.” I chuckled, “My husband and I haven't even made love since we married. He hasn't so much as kissed me.” I said, and he looked surprised.

Well, that was the plain truth.

Then a pleased smile lit his face, “You mean David Jones hasn't done anything with you since you married?”

“Yes, he hasn't.”

“I'm also interested in you.”

“Think we could take it slow? Perhaps, choose a week where we make love all night?”

“What?” He asked, intrigued.

“We're going to make it like a teen party because damn, I love everything that makes me feel younger. And David makes me feel older.”

“I will make you feel younger.”

“Great, Mr. Bieber.”

“Kent.”

“Okay. Kent.” I smiled.

“My name sounds blissful coming from you.”

“You flatter me. So, we're going to drink for hours, see the best drinker, and then become crazed teenagers for making love. Then we make drunk love.”

“My God!”

“Straight up for a week.”

“For a week?”

“I don't know if your wife would like it though. I'm not really going to be confident if she knows this…”

“What she doesn't know, won't hurt her.” He said, and I looked at my fingers, feigning shyness, and a little reluctance.

Idiot. He was falling into my trap quite easily. It wasn't even taking much time.

Turns out a cheat would always be a cheat.

“So, if it's going on for a whole week, why don't we start today?” He asked, and I gave a smile.

“Sure.”

~

When the sky got dark, Kent and I headed to the hotel. I'd informed David of my movements, so he could know where I was, and if need be, he would come and get me.

Kent had a smile on his face, as he slid his credit card to the woman at the counter, and I returned the smile. Knowing Kent, he was a goner when it came to whiskey, so of course, I ordered whiskey.

When we got to the room, we sat at a little table, and I began to pour shots for him to drink quickly.

“I like bad boys.” I began, after he'd taken cour shots.

“You do?” He asked, and I deftly placed my phone on the desk.

He would never know that I was recording our conversation.

“Yes. Bad boys who know how to trick girls just turn me on. Some girls are so stupid, you know? If you can't handle a bad boy, then don't go to him.”

“Wow. I love the way you think.” I said, pouring him more shots.

“Yeah, there's this friend of mine. Her boyfriend cheated on her, and she got mad.”

“What's there to get mad about? All men will cheat. It's her fault because she didn't satisfy him well. Some ladies are just so boring when it…”

“Yes, yes, boring! I had a fianceè before Lacey, you know.”

Great, there you go. Now spill it. Only a few shots, and he was spilling already.

“Seriously? My God, that's so cool.”

“I played her nastily from the start to the bottom, and she believed it like a blatant fool.” He said, laughing, “Come to think of it; you both share similarities.” He said, pausing his drink to stare into my eyes, “Your eyes… They're hers.”

COURTNEY'S POV

As he stared into my eyes, I suddenly had that dreadful feeling that he would somehow recognize me.

Pouring more shots for him, I pushed them to him, wanting him to drink the memory of the night away.

“Go on. So what were your incredible plans for your ex-girlfriend?”

“My plans were top-tier. My target was her companies. At first, it was her body which she gave very easily.” He gave a loud laugh which made me want to take his head, and smash it into the table, “Then I discovered the numerous companies she had which she didn't know how to manage. It was very crazy though. She had companies, but couldn't utilize them the way a man would, so I got her to sign the companies to me, telling her she didn't need to work, and honestly, she didn't even waste any time. She believed it instantly, and stupidly.”

Kent went on, speaking and aggravating the feeling in my chest, and I kept pouring and pouring till his words became slurred and devoid of sense. I recorded every single thing, and when he finally passed out, I took off his shirt, flung it across the room, did the same to his pants, socks and shoes, before taking off my shirt, and skirt, flinging it in that same direction. Yes, it looked like the perfect sex scene where the clothes were strewn aside. Standing over him, I placed smeared lipstick marks on his chest, cheeks and lips, before wrapping myself up in the sheets, sleeping as far from him as I could.

~

The sun rose, and he was the one who woke me.

“Caitlin?”

My eyes flew open, and I sat up, clearing my hair out of my face, while holding the blankets to my chest.

“Yeah?”

“Did we… do it?”

“What? Wait… you don't remember?” I asked, and he looked around.

“Uh…”

“Are you for real? All that tiger fierceness that you almost killed me with, you don't remember it at all?”

“Why wont I?” He asked, with a nervous chuckle, “I can never forget it. You were quite the tigress too.” He said, and I laughed out loud. He would never know the reason for my laughing.

“Don't tease me.”

“So, do you think we could have a morning quickie?” He asked, but I smiled nastily.

“Only at night. I've got a lot of work.” I said, slipping out of the bed, picking my clothes. I caught him looking at the lipstick marks on his chest, and smiled.

Got you, “As for the girl, send me her resume.”

“Sure.” He replied, and I stepped out the door. First, I checked on the recording I made the previous night, listening to it again to be sure I got every part correctly.

So he had actually approached me for my body. Well, that wasn't a problem. He would apologize, and go on his knees to beg me.

My phone chimed, and I saw he'd already messaged me with the girl's resume. Rolling my eyes, I sent it to the company, with my approval.

I needed Kent to trust me fully, and believe I was purely taken by him. That was the only way to get my companies back.

When I got home, I stepped out, walking to the gates with my hands in the pockets of my jacket against the cold morning air.

David would be pleased at my insane smartness.

However, when I walked into the room, there was someone unfamiliar, seated with David. It was a woman with dark hair in an elegant bun at her nape, draped in jewelries, and clothes that screamed expensive.

She scrutinized me with jade eyes, before finally speaking…

“Finally meeting you in person, Caitlin.” She said, with a deep-seated frown on her face, “I'm Joanna, David's mother.”