The Wrong Woman

"Elio, did you hear me?" Candice asked. She was a bit nervous as her breathing grew rapid.
Finally, Elio spoke. He murmured with a low voice, "Why did you agree to share a room with a man so easily? Aren't you worried
I might have bad intentions?" Candice hadn't even considered the possibility.
After all, he had a fiancée, and their families were related.
"You wouldn't," Candice replied firmly as she wore a confident smile.
His voice grew even lower, "I would."
Candice's heart pounded as if it would leap out of her chest. She was extremely nervous.
They were both adults and were also sharing the same hotel room. It was the perfect setting for something to happen.
Although Candice had never had a boyfriend or any sexual experience, she was already 22. Also, she was surrounded by
friends who had been in multiple relationships. They often talked about intimate conversations, including sex.
Many of her friends separated love from physical intimacy.
Candice had never preferred a one-night stand, but when it came to the man she had secretly loved for over a decade, she had
no resistance or self-control.
The room was filled with an ambiguous tension.
They both remained silent for a long time.
Candice clutched her chest, trying to calm her racing heart.
Was Elio making a move?
If Elio were single, she would be willing to try a one-night stand.
After all, virginity was never a thing for her. For her, living in the moment and following her heart mattered most.
If she did this, it would be a betrayal to Josie. She couldn't secretly like Josie's man because it was not the right thing.
Seeing her prolonged silence, Elio was unsure of her thoughts.

Women often valued their virginity. Since she loved Mervyn, she should be angry and chase him out instead of remaining silent.
Unless she felt lonely and wanted to have sex.
Suppressing his inner turmoil, Elio mustered the courage to ask, "Candice, do you want it?"
Candice turned on her side, facing him with her back.
She was still on the fence because it was very intimidating. Despite knowing how wrong it was, she couldn't refuse the man she
had secretly loved for years.
As her body went weak, her heart was following suit.
She was still on the fence. Should she do it or not?
She tried to convince herself that she wouldn't become the mistress because she didn't want to destroy Elio and Josie's
relationship, but the temptation of being with the man she had loved for years was overwhelming.
Even if it was just this once or just because he purely wanted to have sex, she was willing.
Candice's silence meant she had already given him the consent to have sex with her.
Elio hesitated no longer.
He stood up to take off his shirt and threw it onto the sofa.
Even if she regretted it later and accused him of raping her, or even if her family sought vengeance, he wouldn't regret it at all.
He stepped toward the bed.
As she heard him approach, she was so scared that her body stiffened. She shrank back and shivered a little.
His sweet scent enveloped her as he lay down and gently embraced her from behind.
With his strong arms encircling her waist, his solid and warm chest was pressed against her. His heavy and warm breath
brushed her neck, making her go weak. She had never been so nervous before that she couldn't help but tremble.
Elio slowly kissed her neck.

At that moment, it was as if an electric current surged through her entire body, sending waves of indescribable shivers. She
tightly gripped the bedsheet with both hands, her eyes closed and lips pressed together.