Catching Her Red Handed

"Please, Claire, be my date for this Saturday's gala party," Mr. Louis Martins, my boss, said as he casually dropped a stack of files onto my desk. He leaned in closer, his intense gaze locking onto mine, his hands firmly planted on the desk's edge. 

 I was typing up reports on my computer when his words hit me like a bolt out of the blue. I froze, my fingers hovering over the keyboard as I tried to process what I had just heard. 

 Did this man actually say that? Or was my mind playing tricks on me? I blinked up at him, wide-eyed and incredulous.

 Louis Martins, the most sought after billionaire in the city, was asking Claire, his ordinary employee, to be his date. Someone pinched me. I must be dreaming!

 Louis Martins was the epitome of charisma and wealth. With his chiseled jawline, striking blue eyes, and tousled dark hair that seemed to have a mind of its own, he was a walking temptation.

 His tailored suits fit him like a glove, highlighting his broad shoulders and athletic physique. Those pink lips of his curled into a half smile that could make any woman's heart skip a beat. He was a walking dream, every inch the fantasy of millions, yet here he was, asking me to accompany him. 

 But let me be clear: despite all that allure, I had no intention of saying yes. You might wonder why anyone in their right mind would turn down such an offer. Well, let's take a step back and remember a few crucial details. 

 Louis had just come out of a tumultuous marriage, one that had ended when he discovered his wife's infidelity. The scandal was all over the tabloids, painting him as the victim in a drama fit for reality TV. 

 Since the split, he had become notorious for his flings and whirlwind romances, each more scandalous than the last. 

 It seemed like every week, there was a new headline about him being seen with another beautiful woman, each one more dazzling than the one before. It didn't take a genius to see that he was using these flings as a distraction, a way to numb the pain of his heartbreak. 

 And now, it seemed, I was next on his list. 

 Hell no. A big, resounding no! I had no desire to become another notch on Louis Martins' belt, another face in his gallery of conquests. No matter how tempting his offer might be, I wasn't about to get swept up in his whirlwind of emotional chaos. 

 Sure, the gala would be dazzling, an event filled with the city's elite, a chance to rub elbows with the who's who of high society. But being on Louis' arm meant stepping into a spotlight I had no interest in sharing, especially when I knew that his attention was fickle at best.

 Before Louis found out his wife was cheating on him, I often wondered what he saw in that witch that made him fall in love with her and marry her. Was he blind, or was he bewitched? The question has always baffled me.

 Trust me, folks, Priscilla was nothing short of a nightmare. She was proud, arrogant, shameless, and downright rude. She's a witch who thinks she's better than others.

 A full-time diva who thought the world revolved around her, Priscilla was only good at flaunting her surgically enhanced assets, her BBL curves and cleavage on full display wherever she went. 

 Heaven knows I've caught her kissing several men in Louis's office when he wasn't around, and I never said a word. 

 Maybe it was the way she strutted around with that smug look on her face, knowing she had him wrapped around her finger. 

 Or perhaps it was the fear of losing my job in the wake of her wrath. But the incident that truly got under my skin was when I witnessed her kissing his best friend, his freaking best friend!

 It was late one afternoon, and I was just about to leave the office when I heard laughter coming from Louis's office. Curious, I peeked inside, and there she was, locked in a passionate embrace with the oneperson Louis trusted the most.

 My heart sank, and a wave of anger washed over me. How could she do this to him? The man who had given her everything. And how could his best friend betray him so brazenly?

 The nerve of that despicable woman! I kept my mouth shut and didn't say a word to my boss. But guess what? 

 It was the shock of my life! I stood there, mouth open, looking like I was trying to catch flies, wondering if I'd accidentally walked into a reality TV show.

One fateful day, karma finally clocked in. Mr. Louis asked me to pick up some files from his office, and when I opened the door, I saw something that made my jaw drop so far it nearly hit the floor like Looney Tunes cartoons. 

There, on the couch, was Priscilla, with Derek, locked in a heated moment. Her head was thrown back, her body moving against his with urgency. The air was thick with their heavy breaths and the sounds of their passion.

"Yes!" Priscilla cried out, her voice filled with need as she arched her back. Derek held her hips tightly, guiding her movements, his grip firm and unyielding.

He gritted his teeth, his breath coming in rough gasps. "Just like that," he muttered, his voice low and strained. He grabbed her closer, his hands squeezing her as if he couldn't get enough. Priscilla cried louder, lost at the moment.

I stood there, completely stunned, unable to believe what I was seeing. My mind was a whirlwind, but there was no mistaking the intensity of what was happening right in front of me.

"Mrs. Martins!" I finally blurted out, covering my mouth, pretending I had just arrived.

Priscilla jumped up, grabbing a pillow to cover herself, eyes wide in panic. Derek looked just as shocked, his face turning pale as he realized they'd been caught.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Priscilla screamed at me, her voice shrill and filled with anger. "Get out of here now!" she demanded.

Before I could respond, she stormed up to me and sla

pped me hard across the face, the impact making me stumble back.