Chasing the Unexpected (Nyla)

Chapter 1

Nyla Jayston was in her third month of trying to conceive when she saw a message on her husband Clark Sumner’s phone from a contact named “Jordyn Cheatham”.

Jordyn: [I think my new nightgown is a bit tight. Why don’t you come over and check if it fits?]

Attached was a selfie of a woman in a deep V-neck red slip dress, her cleavage partly exposed, exuding seduction.

Nyla’s grip on the phone tightened. She scrolled up and found Clark and Jordyn’s previous exchanges to be strictly work-related, which made her frown.

‘Was the text sent by mistake? Or…’

A hand wrapped around Nyla’s waist from behind, breaking her thoughts.

Clark pressed his warm body against hers and gently nibbled her earlobe. “Honey, I’m all cleaned up. Do you want to do it on the couch or the bed?”

Before Nyla could respond, Clark picked her up and laid her on the couch, his tall frame looming over her.

“Since you’re not saying anything, I’ll choose. Let’s do it on the couch,” Clark said, his voice husky and his eyes filled with a flicker of fire that made Nyla blush instantly.

Nyla was already beautiful, and the slight flush on her cheeks made her look like a tempting, ripe, juicy peach under the light.

Clark’s gaze grew darker. He leaned in to kiss Nyla, but she suddenly turned her head away.

Sensing her resistance, he looked at her with confusion. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

Clark, usually assertive at work, now looked at Nyla with a mix of confusion and hurt, which softened her heart momentarily. Despite that, she hadn’t forgotten the explicit selfie she had just seen.

him with one hand on his chest and held up his phone with the other, showing him the screen. “Explain

the phone to make a

can

voice turned icy. “I didn’t know my secretary started soliciting

before Jordyn’s panicked voice came through. “M-Mr. Sumner, I’m sorry. That

she sent it by mistake. If you’re still upset, I’ll fire her tomorrow. It’s late now, so let’s not waste time on someone unworthy. We haven’t seen each other

despite the issue being cleared

disappointment crossed Clark’s eyes, but he didn’t pressure her. “Alright, you sleep first. I’m not tired yet, so I’ll

“Okay.”

…

heavily in the

only to feel the cold space beside

Clark was

got up, put on a robe, and went to the study, but it was dark and empty. Her grip on the doorknob tightened, and her

quiet night. Seeing that it was a text from a stranger,

boomed outside, startling her into accidentally pressing

your

because of the thunder and power outage, and

you want to know where

hands trembled uncontrollably. After a

lip, grabbed her car keys, and

the time she reached the villa, it was past

entered the code, and the door

on. From the entrance to the bedroom door, a man’s suit and

nightgown at the bedroom door, Nyla felt a sense of