Her boyfriend must’ve thought her a fool. It was the only conclusion she could come to. The last month of him being so deeply engrossed with his phone, and quickly ending calls whenever she entered the room, raised suspicion. She couldn’t tell if that was worse than him dipping it out of sight when she appeared behind or sat next to him.

“Who was it?” she’d ask.

“No one really,” he’d always answer.

She’d been more than patient, but giving the benefit of the doubt simply didn’t cut it anymore. To tell any of her friends meant to be scoffed at and labelled naïve, so that wasn’t an option. Now they both stood in a descending elevator of a premium restaurant, and once again, he texted and cheesed a bit too much for her liking.

She snatched at his phone.

“Hey, what are you doing?” he asked, maintaining a grip of his device.

“Who the hell are you talking to?” she asked, struggling to pull the cellular away.

“Babe, what’s going on with you?”

“Oh, don’t give me that,” she said with a scowl. “In fact.” She hit the control panel, and they jerked to a halt.

“Kim.” He gave a querying look.

“What’s with all the secrecy lately? Dropping calls when I’m near, moving your phone when you’re texting. I don’t like that shit, Mark.”

He stared at her, seemingly pondering how to proceed. He took a deep breath, then calmly exhaled and pocketed his hands.

“Alright, I wanted this to be a surprise, but I’ve been talking with someone, trying to secure this Airbnb with great accommodations and vie–”

“You expect me to buy that… wait a minute.” Kim palmed her mouth and then laughed uncontrollably. “My birthday.” She covered her face and groaned in embarrassment.

“How dare you think I would ever think of cheating on you.” Mark placed his fists on his hips and glowered with the derision of a disappointed teacher. Kim cackled.

“Oh my God. I am so embarrassed.” She giggled and turned one-eighty.

“Uh-uh, you ain’t getting off that easily.” He embraced her from behind and kissed her temple. “There isn’t a woman on this planet as sweet as you, fine as you…” He pecked her head again.

“Sorry, it’s just you were so secretive.” Mark showed her the chat he was having with the young lady, organizing it for him.

“Nobody else fits the bill like you do.”

“She lookin’ fine as hell in that display pic.” Kim tilted her neck away from his kisses and raised her brows.

“Yeah, but she can’t touch you. I’m blind to her.”

“Laying it on thick, buddy,” she said teasingly. “Sorry for tripping, though.” Kim tried to restart the elevator, but Mark caught her hand, then gently wrung it behind her back.

“Ooh, okay now.” Kim laughed coquettishly.

“Weren’t you listening?” He stepped forward and pressed his erection into her round bottom. “I told you, you’re not getting out of this that easily.”

“Baaabe.” Kim threw her head back upon Mark’s feathered kisses along her neck and shoulder, and then he smacked her rear end. “Ooh.”

“Shall I grant you another, but with your dress hoisted?” Kim nodded, folding a lip over her bottom teeth and lifted said dress. The cupping blows stung her rippling backside to great effect, encouraging a more pronounced, curvaceous arch.

“W-we’ve got the elevator held up.”

“Your idea, not mine.” He moved her red thong aside, granting himself access to her pink treasure. Already slimy, Mark’s fingers slipped inside to a gasp, and he retracted them to rub her clit.

“Fuck, I love when you do that.” Kim planted a palm against the unexposed area above the controls. “Fuck meee.”

“Mmm, maybe we should wait ‘til we get home.” Mark retreated, leaving her garment hitched at the waist and her caramel buns exposed. His stoic demeanour irritated Kim’s core, which needed its release right then and there.

“No, we will not.” Kim’s tone sparked annoyance.

“You moan too loud. People will hear.”

“I don’t care.” Kim pulled the hem higher and bent over, wagging her round buttocks at Mark.

“I will never cheat on you.” Mark palmed her cheeks with both hands and spread, exposing her asshole and cunt to the chill of the enclosed space. Splitting zipper teeth pleased her ears, and his glans, tapping her labia, zoomed further beyond.

“You better not, motherfucker.” She shimmied her hips, and his tip slid inside, soliciting her whimpers. As he sank deeper, she gutturally groaned to a filling that matched her desires since the evening started. Her booty mashed and ground against his firm pelvis and lower abdominals, widening Kim’s grimace. The elevator’s walls suffered from her pounding fists and unladylike language.

“Good fucking pussy.” Mark’s digits interlocked over the lower half of Kim’s face, forming a ninja-like mask.

“Babepffft.” Kim’s eyes rolled to her hairline, and she zombie-droned as she came all over Mark’s thick cock. His strained grunt and low growls paired with several large pulses indicated his wall-drenching climax.

“Never get tired of that.” Mark smiled confidently, then withdrew and put himself away. Kim adjusted her thong, pulled her dress down and smoothed it whilst giggling, then restarted the lift. They remained silent, and upon reaching the ground floor, two rides’ worth of patrons, who obviously were left by the other lift and hoped and prayed for theirs, stood.

“Had a little trouble there,” Kim said, easing between the irritated, shadowing her man.

“What my lovely lady said,” Mark stated after clearing the disgruntled section.

They jogged to collect their vehicle from the valet and skedaddled, with her sighing in relief that fluids didn’t roll down her leg during the escape. However, one minute detail did nag at her. It was around 11 PM when she whiffed, grabbing his phone while he actively texted. The last time stamp on the chat he showed her displayed 10:53 PM.

Maybe I’m mistaken.

She shrugged to expel it from her mind, which in turn became physical. When Mark questioned what that was about during the drive, she dismissed it, laid her hand on his thigh and beamed all the way home.

***

Around two in the morning, Mark stirred and watched Kim sleep for a few minutes before picking up his phone off the nightstand. Thank goodness he gave that birthday getaway excuse to save his own ass. What a disappointment her discovering the actual truth would’ve been. Guilt nagged him for the omission, because the getaway was genuine, but he needed to complete speech with another young woman. He slipped out of the bedroom and into the living room, which landed outside of Kim’s earshot, even if she suddenly awoke. He lifted the cell to his mouth to send a voice note.

“Hey, I had to close the convo quick – my girl tried to snatch my shit. Anyway, I know you probably just got in from partying or whatever, so if you can, give me a shout and let me know if I can get what I want from you soon.”

Mark glanced in the bedroom’s direction, boggled with nerves. He couldn’t let the hard work he put in earlier go to waste. The excitement almost left his palms sweatier than that famous 2002 Eminem track.

A voice note popped up. He clicked to listen.

“Heeey, I wondered what happened earlier,” said a female speaker. “Makes sense, you disappearing then. Let me send you a pic now.”

Mark’s heartbeat went on the fritz, so he tried to slow his breathing to calm himself down, but it wasn’t working. Then, the photo appeared in the chat, so he chuckled and nodded. Even though still a ball of nerves, the effect of what he’d just seen started to calm his spirit.

“Took me a lot of trouble to lock this for you,” said the sender via another voice note. “She better say yes.”

“I hope so too,” Mark responded via text and zoomed in on the symbol he hoped to replace with what Kim eventually would wear to signify their union for the rest of their lives.