Marcos was a married man, a man with an empire under him, his life was set...so why was he messing around with you? He would text you, you'd text him. 

Secret meetings, secret talks and calls, all hidden away from the people around you both.

Today, you both were in his large office at the top of his company building. The lights were dim, the sound quiet as things getting heated between you. He was sitting in his seat as you sat on his lap, your thighs cradling his sides. His arms wrapped around your waist. 

You kissed his neck slowly and gently, feeling his body heat against your own. Then, his phone began to ring, the caller ID of his wife on the screen. He looked at it, reaching out a hand to pick it up