Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 110

Chapter 110: The Slutty Fiancée
Ewan’s question invited a tense and uncomfortable silence in the large room that was Fiona’s.

The air felt thick with the weight of unspoken words, and the silence dragged on for more than a full minute, to the surprise of Ewan.

He shifted his weight from his left foot to his right foot, acutely aware of the awkwardness settling in like a dense fog. Noting the bewildered look on Fiona’s face, it was obvious to him that she hadn’t expected him back so soon.

Her hand, spritzing perfume, remained suspended in the air just around her neck, the scent mingling with the tension between them.

“Fiona, I asked a question. Where are you going?” Ewan pressed again, his tone firm but edged with genuine concern.

Fiona stuttered for a bare second, moving her hands again as if searching for the right words but finding none. She turned away, frustration evident, when she couldn’t mutter a coherent response. Finally, she dropped the perfume bottle onto the dresser with a soft thud, the sound echoing in the silent room.

Ewan looked at his wristwatch, noting the time. “This is nine p.m. It’s late already,” he stated, trying to convey the gravity of the situation, but it was as if Fiona wasn’t really listening.

For Fiona, remembering the anticipation of what she would stand to gain tonight, shook her head defiantly. “It’s not late. I’m going to meet a friend. It is important to me.”

Her lips curled in a slight smile, a mix of excitement and innocence dancing across her expression.

“A friend? In that?” Ewan asked incredulously, gesturing toward the dress Fiona was wearing. His eyes scanned the figure-hugging fabric that left little to the imagination. All her assets were in full display!

He couldn’t even believe that she had such attire in her collection. Where did the innocent Fiona go? Was she seeking solace in the hands of another man?

Not that he was bothered in the way a fiancé should be—he was merely concerned. Her mental state had been in knots lately, and this felt like an act of rebellion.

“We are meeting at a club. I can’t dress in a modest gown for a nightclub event,” Fiona answered, bending down to put on her shoes, her confidence visible and almost contagious.

Ewan couldn’t help but admire it—if only she would channel that assertiveness into her mind state. He couldn’t have her attempting suicide again.

“Okay then, have fun. But be back before midnight. I can’t have myself worrying about you,” He finally said, letting out a tired sigh.

Fiona blushed slightly, an unexpected warmness creeping into her cheeks. She walked up to him and planted a kiss on his cheek, a gesture that seemed almost casual but carried an underlying tension.

“I promise,” She replied, her voice a mixture of sincerity and playfulness.

Ewan managed a smile, albeit it felt mechanical, before patting her cheek as if to mimic the gestures of warmth and affection he wished he could express.

Then he stepped out of the room, leaving Fiona in a whirlwind of emotions.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Fiona’s anger bubbled to the surface.

Would it hurt him to kiss her, just once? She thought, clenching her fists as annoyance stirred within her.

Each time he turned her down felt like a wound, even while they were engaged. A common kiss—it was all she wanted. The imagination of the taste of those finely shaped lips had driven her to the edge of frustration many times.

It was what had driven her into the hands of Morgan, and it would likely drive her into his arms tonight. At least he wasn’t uptight with her. At least he was generous in bed.

Probably why she couldn’t get enough of him.

Hissing angrily at wishes unfulfilled, she grabbed her red purse from the table and strode out of the room, the click of her heels resonating in the hallway.

However, immediately she left the mansion, Ewan called for one of his guards. “Make sure she is safe, and report to me her doings tonight.” He ordered, aware of the flickering doubt gnawing at him.

Fifteen minutes later, he called the same guard, demanding a report of things.

“Where is she now?” He asked, his hands drumming a beat on the polished table, a settling habit that had developed over time. He didn’t know precisely what he was looking for—perhaps some confirmation that there was more than meets the eye with Fiona?

But in his heart, he yearned for reassurance that he was worrying for nothing.

“She stopped at the club,” The guard reported, his tone respectful. “She’s with a friend. A female friend. But I don’t know the person. Should I check her out?”

Ewan shook his head. “No, let her have her fun. Just make sure she is safe.” Then he ended the call and threw his phone onto the other side of the bed in exasperation.

What was he thinking, letting Athena’s and Sandro’s words get to him? Fiona wasn’t really the evil they painted her to be. Why couldn’t his friends see that? Why couldn’t they recognize the goodness that lived within her? So what if she wore a revealing dress? Wasn’t it expected for a club outing?

Thinking about the dress brought Athena into Ewan’s mind, and with a deep sigh, he recollected the outfit she had worn for the club many nights ago.

Damn! That woman was definitely stunning! He shook his head to dispel the thoughts that threatened to take root, resting his head on the headboard. Get behind me, Athena!

Meanwhile, in the club house, miles away from Ewan’s mansion, right after the guard ended the call, he returned his right hand to Fiona’s waist, encouraging her to grind against him as the music pulsed with a tantalizing rhythm.

He groaned in pleasure as she hit the right spot again and again.

“What did he say?” She asked, standing erect after a few seconds of the erotic act, looking up at him while dropping a seductive kiss on his jaw, her body swaying sensually against his.

“He said I should make sure you are safe,” The guard replied, lost in the moment, still enamored with the fact that he was touching his boss’s fiancée. He felt a thrill course through him, a mix of admiration and disbelief.

Fiona laughed softly, brushing her lips against his cheek as she leaned in closer. “Well, just forget what he said. Take a girl for the night. I have a meeting to attend to now.”

The guard furrowed his brow, caught off guard by her directness. He hoped for more time to at least get acquainted with his new catch, visibly intoxicated by her presence.

“Don’t worry. We will have our time later. You just have to play your cards right.” Fiona said, amused at the former’s eagerness, chuckling softly when he grabbed her ass and squeezed.

“Really?”

A confident grin adorned her lips as she dropped a kiss on his lips. “I’ll see you later,” She whispered, grazing his chest with her surgically enhanced breasts, a tease that sent a shiver of excitement down the guard’s spine before she turned and walked away.