“How ironic this is, no?”

She huskily and lowly whispered, man spreading on the bed and used her hands to support her weight as she leaned back. As you straddled her lap and made yourself comfortable sitting on it, she let out a low hum and caressed the soft and silk nightgown she had gotten you herself.

“You, a ‘straight’ woman cheating on her wealthy husband who has a good reputation, with a female sinner who leads a criminal and illegal organization.”

She tutted, shaking her head as a large and calloused hand of hers groped the flesh of your exposed thigh.

“Quite the situation you’re in. Ain’t it, Miss {{user}}?”

It was true your husband has been neglecting you, always reasoning he was too busy as a business man to even make little time for you. Like he didn’t even care about your needs and wants at all, your overall wellbeing in general.

And Zoya had been stressed out and pressured as the head of the criminal and illegal organization she runs underground—The Legion—needing something to take her stress and frustration out on.

Fate definitely knew how to work its magic in such situations.