Page 3 of A Sinful Gravity

Lucky for me, it was Cassian, the man who hooked me from the first glance.

So when the Royal Ballet offer came, I just smiled and stashed it deep in the closet.

I chuckled softly, slid it into a drawer, like closing a door I'd never open again.

The smile wasn't self-mocking or some enlightened acceptance. Just a quiet nod, like greeting an old friend and politely saying, not now.

I shut the drawer.

Picked a deep blue knit dress—Cassian's favorite color. He never said it outright, but I'd catch his gaze lingering an extra second when I wore it. I noticed a lot he thought I didn't. It was a skill I'd honed in this marriage.

I checked the mirror: makeup flawless, golden hair pinned low, body a bit fuller than my dancing days but just right, more womanly.

Dinner time hit six-thirty.I wanted to surprise Cassian, so I stood outside the King Group building with the thermos in hand.

New girl at reception today. She blinked at me, then lit up. "Mrs. King, hi."

"Evening, Julie. Is Mr. King in his office?"

"Yes, bringing him a love dinner again? Want me to buzz him?"

"No need, I'll head up. Thanks." I winked, feeling good.

Her voice hesitated a bit, but I brushed it off, too excited to see Cassian.

The marble lobby amplified my heels—sharp clicks echoing in the wide space.

In the elevator mirror, I fixed my skirt, a sudden nerves twist hitting me. Luna, what are you doing? Playing the doting wife for a surprise? Ha, if he knew about that steamy dream last night, he'd laugh and call me a horny cat scratching the couch.

I glanced again—deep blue dress, bright eyes, thermos in right hand, left fiddling with my bag strap. Looked normal. This wasn't a big deal. Just delivering dinner to my husband.

Doors closed, elevator rose.

Numbers climbed. I couldn't shake the dream—his "good girl" echoing, hands pressing my waist. Snap out of it, Luna.

Doors opened on the top floor.

The hallway was pitch black, like a haunted house party missing jack-o'-lanterns. My heart raced, palms sweaty.

I held the door, froze for a second. Unease surged strongly.

Cassian said the whole company was pulling an all-nighter—emergency meeting. It was almost seven; even if some left early, it shouldn't be this dark—no lights, silence so thick the AC hum stood out, like the building ran on autopilot.

I stepped in, feet light by instinct, like self-preservation kicking in.

The corridor stretched long. Daytime with lights on, it felt fine. Now, total black on both sides, just that sliver of light at the end—like a distant target pulling me closer with each step.

Only his office door leaked light from the crack.

I slowed even more, creeping toward the end. Cassian's office. God, why did it feel so far?

"Oh God... Cassian..."

As I got closer, moans drifted from inside. No way.

I wobbled, like a punch to the gut. I steadied against the wall. Couldn't be what I thought. Maybe a team thing, unwinding, you know?

Door ajar, booze stench pouring out. The woman's moans grew louder.