Chapter IV

Walking leisurely down the mall, they stopped by Starbucks and ordered two cappuccinos. They soon left the coffee shop and went to do some shopping. Phoebe gasped as they walked passed an exotic store. She grabbed Clay by the arm and pulled him into the store excitedly.

The lighting was dim and exotic. Phoebe pulled Clay through the lingerie section. Clay eyes popped out in surprise; he didn't even have a moment to react to Phoebe's actions.

"Phoebe, what are you doing?" He asked flabbergasted, pulling her back.

"Just doing some shopping for tonight!" Phoebe said sultrily, as she gave Clay a lustful glare.

"Phoebe, you're not thinking what I think you're thinking are you?" Clay questioned.

"Why not?" Phoebe replied in a low seductive tone. She moved her left hand to his chest and traced a line down in the middle towards his abdomen. With the other hand she wrapped it around his neck and pulled him down to her. Slowly she moved in, while Clay stood stiffed, speechless. However, in the back of his mind, he was very much enjoying Phoebe's attempt at seduction. He relaxed as their lips met. It was soft and tender at first, but soon became sensual. Raging heat started to build up between them. They shamelessly pressed up against each other, until Clay pulled away, leaving Phoebe all hot and heavy. She gave him an irritated frown, and a groan.

"We can't do this…not here anyway." Clay said out of breath.

"Why not?" Phoebe pouted.

"Because, this is a public place, and you're married!" Clay responded.

"And that bothered you because…" said Phoebe slightly frustrated, and began to trace her finger on his chest again. Clay trembled at Phoebe's touch. She traced her finger around his torso. He instantly grabbed her hand when he felt a jump.

"Not here." he whispered hoarsely deep in his throat. He took grip of Phoebe's hand, and rushed out the store.

The cab pulled up to the pavement, avoiding scratching other cabs. Phoebe pulled out a five-dollar bill and paid the driver and roughly got out of the car. She brutally thrust her office door open and slammed it, slopped down in her chair and exhaled heavily. She then grumbled something under her breath.

"Who the hell does he think he is? Ugh! That idiot!" She banged her fist down onto the pile of documents and fan mails. "I swear I could just punch him in the face!" She continued to mumble angrily.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, interrupting Phoebe's little blow-off-steam segment. She grunted in annoyance and finally answered it.

"Come in."

"Hi, you have a call from your husband on line two." her assistant reported.

"Uh… can you tell him that I'm not here?" Phoebe took awhile; she then put on a weak smile.

"Oh, is everything ok?" her assistant, Sheryl curiously asked, noticing Phoebe's grave look. She suspected something was up.

"Don't worry about it." Phoebe merely responded. She got up abruptly, grabbed her purse and dashed through door, leaving Sheryl looking stunned.

Cole slammed the phone down, wiped everything off the table, and pounded his fist forcefully against it.

"Fucker!" he yelled in rage. He could feel his bones fracturing against the strong, thick wood. "I'll kill that bastard!"

Excitedly, they exited the elevator, and made their way to Clay's room with arms around each other. He eagerly opened the door, with Phoebe bursting into the room a little too eagerly, followed by Clay right behind her. She lazily dropped her purse onto the king size bed, and unexpectedly, her body was flexed over the bed with masculine arms around her waist. He unbuckled his belt rapidly and unbuttoned his buttons. He dropped his pants along with the boxers to his ankles, revealing his large throbbing erection. She could feel her skirt rising up her buttock, and a warm hand gently massaging it. Suddenly she felt her top loosen up, and it fell onto the floor. He hastily grabbed her right breast, fondling it.

Clay smoothly ran his hand against her slick, silky skin. He caught Phoebe by surprise when he abruptly ripped off her thong with one strong pull. She gasped in astonishment, followed by Clay's rough thrust. The pain and the pleasure were coming together, as she moaned within her throat with desire for him to pump faster. He took a hold of her waist to support his balance. Phoebe's breath quickened at each thrust. He sped up his pace, considering that Phoebe was about to come.

She dug her nails into the thick cover on the bed, shutting her eyes tightly, expecting him to fill her anytime soon. Feeling the ecstasy trembling throughout her body, she let a soft moan escape her lips, showing him her appreciation.

"Clay…"

Without replying, he violently gave her one last pump, they both cried out in ecstasy as they both came.

The dreadful day seemed to be going by slowly and depressingly. Both parties were at rage and wrath, neither one knowing what the others were up to, or doing. They only knew what they saw, or believed to be there.

Illusion is a funny thing; it doesn't take much for a person to be gullible by an appearance. All it needs is an image, and no one can ever deny its existence or its actions.

A furious Cole grabbed his suitcase and his coat from the hanger and stormed out the door. He continuously pushed the elevator button until it arrived at his level. The doors slowly slid open. Cole impatiently placed his hands against the sides of the doors and pushed them open. Furiously stomping in, he pressed the underground button, where he had his car parked.

"That son of a bitch! I'm gonna get his mother fuckin' ass for this!" Cole thought angrily, while he balled a fist. "No one comes between Phoebe and me!"