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3RD POV
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Chris pressed his phone on his left ear, his eyes fuming at the shut door in front of him. Someone received the call from the other side.
"Sir? Do you ne-"

"Bring me the master key. Right now!" he breathed furiously and ended the call without waiting for them to answer.
Once he put his phone in his hip pocket, he turned and leaned his back against the wall next to Lise's door. "How dare you move out of the room without my permission?" Chris mumbled something his jaw.

He had just got back in the house, only to find his wife gone from their room without talking to him about it first.
The anger corroding his insides was more harsher than anything he had ever felt. He wanted to knock down the door and strangle Lise till she begged for her life.

"Chris?" Lise called from inside her new bedroom. "Are you...*ah* are you still..."
He hopped straight the second he heard that little moan.

"What was that?" he demanded smacking the door. "What are you doing in there? Are you alone? Say something dammit!"
As the words from their argument slipped back into his mind, all he could think of was Lise in the arms of another man.
He began banging on the door. "Open up before I knock it down!"

Still, Lise disobeyed him and just held her silence.

The anger and envy within Chris doubled, leading him to start kicking the door with the strength of a raging bull. On the third kick, an old man in his mid-sixties showed up with a golden key held securely in his hand.
"Sir? Here's the key," he informed with a look of terror hiding behind his brown eyes that had witnessed so much over the years.

"Open it!" Chris boomed stepping aside.

Sweat trickled down his temples, his glare more terrifying than before as he fixed it on the door the butler was unlocking.
"Don't let me catch that motherfucker!" Chris breathed.
His fists were aching to be driven through someone or something. And if there was someone with Lise, he would make sure that they wouldn't have any good bones left after he was done with them.

The lock clicked and the butler turned. "Sir, it's-"

"Move!" He pushed him to the side without a breath of concern.
All he could think of and see was Lise making out with another man. A sight which would make him lose whatever sanity was left.

He grabbed the round glassy knob and turned it pushing the door in.
"Where is that damn bas-"

Lise gasped when the door was pushed open. Seeing the furious man stomp into the room looking ready to skin someone, she couldn't help but feel genuinely scared.
She grabbed a pillow and put it between her open legs to hide the toy still vibrating inside of her.

"Chri-Chris? Why are you... I wanted to finish before-"

"You're alone?" he asked with a shade of disappointment in his tone, yet his scowling eyes could not stop moving from one corner to the other, looking for the so-called 'other man'.
He felt greatly disappointed because he now had nobody to vent his anger on. But was relieved that she was just playing with herself.

Still, he began looking around for signs of another person.

After banging the door close with the heel of his shoe, Chris headed straight for the large closet and opened it.
He said nothing as he threw her clothes on the floor, ignoring his fatigue.

"What the fuck are you doing? What has gotten into you?" Lise screamed rushing out of bed.
She had to make the act believable. Had to intensify the drama to lessen the distrust Chris was portraying. "What are you looking for?"

"Shut up and get back in the bed!"

She rolled her eyes behind his back, 'Search for as long as you wish. Do you think I'm dumb to hide someone in a closet? The oldest trick in the book.'
"I will if you tell me what's going on."

Chris spun to face her.
With fury devouring his eyes, he grabbed her arms and dashed to close the distance between them.
His eyes fell on the side of her neck. One look and his fury darkened. "Why is your neck red? What happened? Who did tha-"

"Jesus! I was bit by a mosquito!"
She knocked his hands off of her with her eyes reciprocating his glare. But hers was full of resentment while he was just purely envious. "Now will you tell me what this is all about?"

Lise had observed her neck while Chris was busy banging on the door. To hide the hickey Dylan had left, she had to bruise her skin by scratching it until the thicket was covered up. A temporary measure but one that had proven effective seeing how Chris didn't bother to ask about it again.

Suddenly, a light breeze from outside blew into the room.
Lise gasped with her head snapping in the direction of the balcony door. Seeing the sheers dance to the breeze almost paralyzed her.

"Oh! What do we have here? Why would it be open at this time of the night?" Chris provoked turning his attention to the door.

"Chris!" She grasped his arm and hugged it tightly against her chest. "I want it open so that more air can-"

He yanked his arm from her hold and shoved her backward with his anger as his strength.
Lise stumbled until she fell on the edge of the bed. Disgraced and afraid, she hopped back on her feet to create more drama, but Chris was already walking through the half-open door. "You're being damn rude today!" she yelled going after him.

She was afraid that her secret might be discovered so soon, leaving her feeling more desperate than ever. She was ready to diverge his attention by openly seducing him on that balcony.

Heart pounding, throat drying up, and eyes itching, Lise ran outside on the balcony, ready to put her plan into motion.
"...here?"

She followed Chris's eyes to figure out whom he was speaking to, only to spot Dylan on his balcony with a lit cigarette between his fingers.
Her eyes could not contain the surprise as they widened at the scene.

Dylan blew out the smoke which came out as rings. And when he was done with his show, he took the time to answer his father's question. "Do you want me to smoke inside the house?"

Chris gritted his teeth.
"Have you seen anything odd on this balcony?"

Dylan shrugged. "Like what?"

"Like a person sneaking out," he answered casting a sour glare on Lise. "Have you?" His gaze was back on his son.

Dylan chuckled placing his elbows on the rail top. "Is my stepmom, cheating?"

"Just answer that fucking question!" Chris roared impatiently. "Have you seen something or not? And throw that cigarette the hell away!"

"Firstly, I'm not your wife's nanny. And secondly, whether I choose to smoke or not is not your fucking business old man. If you feel uncomfortable, move out and take your wife with you," Dylan retaliated exuding a dominant aura that felt threatening to both Lise and Chris.

"You're lucky you're out of reach you little bastard!"

Dylan chuckled. "How can I be a bastard while you're still here?" He grinned bringing the end of the cigarette between his lips.
As his eyes raked over Lise for a millisecond, he puffed in and then blew the smoke rings in their direction.