The Billionaire's Two-Faced Escort Wife-Chapter 98: The Dance of Deception

Alexander did not wait for his mother to demand a clearer answer. His gaze remained locked on Adrian, who was now expertly negotiating a greeting with a junior senator, his posture impeccable.

​"Adrian is not here, Mother," Alexander stated, his voice calm but absolute. He had to sever the connection between the secretary and the wife immediately. "He left immediately after delivering the gown. His task for the evening was done. As for the flight details, they are digital. You can text him, and he will reply efficiently, as you require."

​Mrs. Devereux bristled, her corporate patience wearing thin. "Alexander, I refuse. I need to speak to him directly. I want to see his face and confirm the logistics. He must have those details immediately available. This is crucial for the Board’s first impression tomorrow."

​"Mother, you will not interrupt the Gala because you prefer to communicate with a subordinate by voice," Alexander said, his tone turning ice cold. He gave her a hard, non-negotiable look. "Text him. He is paid to be responsive."

​Mrs. Devereux sighed dramatically, realizing she had hit the wall of Alexander’s professional authority. She hated admitting defeat, especially in front of her perfectly compliant daughter-in-law, who was now gliding back toward them.

​"Fine," she hissed, pulling out her phone. "But you—" she pointed a perfectly manicured finger at Alexander—"will dance with your wife. Go. Be seen."

​"With pleasure, Mother," Alexander replied, the word dripping with genuine intention. He took two steps and reached Adrian just as the soft, romantic strains of a waltz filled the ballroom.

​Adrian, sensing the shift in dynamics, turned. Before he could ask about his mother’s demands, Alexander’s hand was on his lower back, pulling him in close, his height dominating the space between them.

​"Can I have this dance, baby?" Alexander asked, the question husky and low, delivered directly into Adrian’s ear. The possessiveness in the use of ’baby’ against the backdrop of the Governor’s Gala was dizzying.

​Adrian felt the familiar blush stain his cheeks, a reaction he desperately wished he could control. He leaned in, his lips brushing Alexander’s earlobe as he murmured his agreement.

​"Yes, darling."

​They moved onto the dance floor. Adrian, in the midnight blue gown, was light and responsive, following Alexander’s lead with natural ease. He pressed closer to Alexander, savoring the feeling of their bodies moving in perfect sync—the closest they could come to being their real selves in public.

​"You are so beautiful, Adrian," Alexander whispered, his voice vibrating against Adrian’s temple. He lowered his hand from Adrian’s back just enough to allow their hips to subtly connect and grind with the rhythm of the music.

​Adrian gasped softly, the forbidden friction sending a jolt of heat straight through the thin silk of the gown. He instinctively glanced around, his eyes wide with fear and excitement, checking the surrounding couples. "People might see," he whispered back, his voice strained.

​"Let them," Alexander murmured, his grip tightening. He tilted Adrian’s head back slightly and pressed a soft, possessive kiss to the sensitive skin of his neck, just below the severe line of the bun. "You’re my wife. They are supposed to see this."

​Adrian’s breath hitched, a faint, muffled moan escaping him. He tried to protest, but the sensation was too intense, the setting too intoxicating. He was Adrienne, the beautiful, adored wife, and Alexander was making love to him right in the middle of the Governor’s Gala.

​"Fuck, baby, we need to find a room, now." Alexander’s voice was a rough growl, raw with undisguised urgency.

​Without waiting for Adrian’s agreement, Alexander decisively broke their embrace, though he never released Adrian’s hand. With a quick, powerful tug, he guided Adrian off the dance floor and toward a discreet side door near the service entrance—a door labelled ’Private Staff Lounge.’

​Adrian stumbled slightly, the long gown making speed difficult. "Alex, they might be looking for us—your mother—"

​Alexander didn’t slow down. He kicked the door shut behind them, plunging them into the cool, quiet darkness of a small antechamber. He backed Adrian against the wall, the sound of the Gala suddenly muffled and distant.

​"Shh, baby, I need you now. You’re so fucking sexy in that dress," Alexander murmured, his hands immediately cupping Adrian’s face, his eyes blazing with a mixture of desire and danger.

​He didn’t wait. His mouth slammed onto Adrian’s—hot, frantic, and demanding. The kiss was fueled by all the suppressed lust, jealousy, and fear that the night’s elaborate deception had built up. It wasn’t the tender kiss of the morning; it was the possessive, dominant kiss of the CEO who had just been forced to share his most precious possession with the entire world.

​Alexander’s hands tore at the silk clinging to Adrian’s back, searching blindly for the zipper. The gown, meant to conceal, was now the only thing keeping them apart.

​Adrian responded with equal desperation, his hands gripping Alexander’s lapels, pulling him closer, melting into the wall. The public performance had been too perfect, the tension too high. He needed this release, this absolute confirmation that he was Adrian, the man Alexander loved, not Adrienne, the illusion Alexander needed.

​The delicate zipper finally gave way with a soft, tearing sound. Alexander didn’t care. He slipped his hands beneath the silk, running them over Adrian’s bare skin, pulling the gown down until it pooled in a midnight blue puddle around Adrian’s feet.

​"Perfect," Alexander groaned, looking at the vision of his husband against the dark wall, revealed and ready. "Absolutely perfect."

​He lifted Adrian, wrapping his legs around his waist, and found the hidden catch to the staff lounge door, locking it with a sharp click, isolating them completely from the world that currently believed they were performing a slow waltz on the dance floor.

Adrian’s legs wrapped tightly around Alexander’s waist, his body already aching with need, the silk gown forgotten in a heap at their feet. The air was thick with their shared breaths, heavy and ragged, as Alexander’s hands roamed possessively over Adrian’s exposed skin—tracing the curve of his hips, the dip of his spine, igniting every nerve ending.

"God, Adrian, you have no idea what you do to me," Alexander growled, his voice a low, feral rumble that sent shivers racing down Adrian’s spine. He ground his hips forward, letting Adrian feel the hard, insistent press of his arousal through the fabric of his suit pants. The friction was torturous, a promise of what was coming, and Adrian arched into it, a desperate whimper escaping his lips. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Alexander’s mouth claimed his again, the kiss bruising and all-consuming—tongues tangling, teeth nipping, as if he could devour Adrian whole. One hand slid down between them, fumbling with his belt and zipper, freeing himself with urgent efficiency. But he paused, pulling back just enough to reach into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, producing a small, discreet tube of lube.

Adrian’s eyes widened, a gasp tumbling from his swollen lips. "You monster, you brought it?"

Alexander hummed low in his throat, a wicked smile curling his lips as he uncapped the tube with his teeth, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers. "Yes, baby, I knew I couldn’t hold back tonight." His voice was velvet-wrapped steel, dripping with hunger. He slicked his fingers, warming the lube, before pressing them between Adrian’s thighs, circling his entrance with teasing pressure. "Seeing you in that gown, playing the perfect wife... fuck, it drove me insane. I needed to be prepared to claim what’s mine."

Adrian’s head fell back against the wall with a soft thud, his breath hitching as Alexander’s fingers breached him—slow at first, then deeper, scissoring and stretching with expert precision. The prep was thorough, hungry, Alexander’s free hand pinning Adrian’s hip to keep him steady. "So tight for me, always so perfect," Alexander murmured, crooking his fingers to brush that spot inside that made Adrian’s vision blur with stars. Adrian moaned, loud and unrestrained now that they were alone, his nails digging into Alexander’s shoulders through the crisp shirt.

"Please, Alex... now," Adrian begged, his voice breaking, body trembling with the building ache. He was already leaking, his arousal hot and heavy against Alexander’s abdomen, the anticipation coiling tighter in his gut.

Alexander withdrew his fingers, slicking himself quickly before lining up, the head of his cock pressing insistently against Adrian. "Hold on, baby," he whispered, and then he thrust in—one smooth, deep slide that buried him to the hilt. Adrian cried out, the fullness overwhelming, delicious, his walls clenching around the thick intrusion. Alexander didn’t give him time to adjust; he set a rhythm immediately—hot and hungry, each thrust powerful and precise, slamming Adrian back against the wall with every snap of his hips.

The lounge echoed with the obscene sounds of skin meeting skin, Adrian’s gasps and moans mingling with Alexander’s guttural groans. "Fuck, you feel so good," Alexander rasped, his mouth latching onto Adrian’s neck, sucking a mark that would bruise beautifully under makeup tomorrow. He angled his hips, hitting that prostate with ruthless accuracy on every inward drive, making Adrian’s toes curl and his back arch off the wall.

Adrian was lost in it—the heat, the possession, the way Alexander filled him completely, owning every inch of him. His hands roamed desperately, one tangling in Alexander’s hair, the other clawing at his back, urging him deeper, harder. "Alex... oh god, right there... don’t stop," he panted, his body rocking to meet each thrust, the friction building an inferno in his core. Sweat slicked their skin, the air growing humid and scented with their arousal.

Alexander’s pace was relentless, his control fraying at the edges as Adrian tightened around him, milking him with every clench. "Come for me, baby," he commanded, voice rough and commanding, one hand wrapping around Adrian’s leaking cock, stroking in time with his thrusts—firm, twisting pulls that had Adrian keening.

It hit Adrian like a tidal wave—pleasure crashing over him, white-hot and blinding. He came with a strangled cry, spilling hot and messy over Alexander’s hand and their pressed-together stomachs, his body convulsing, walls fluttering wildly around Alexander’s cock. "Alex... fuck, yes!"

Alexander groaned, deep and primal, feeling Adrian’s release pulse through him, but he wasn’t done. With a shuddering breath, he pulled out abruptly, the sudden emptiness making Adrian whine in protest. "On your knees, baby," Alexander ordered, voice hoarse with need, guiding Adrian down with a firm hand on his shoulder.

Adrian dropped willingly, knees hitting the cool floor, his mouth watering at the sight of Alexander’s cock—glistening, throbbing, veined and flushed from being buried inside him. He didn’t hesitate, leaning forward to take him in, lips stretching around the thick girth. Alexander hissed, his hand fisting in Adrian’s hair—not pulling, but holding—as Adrian sucked him deep, hollowing his cheeks, tongue swirling around the head to taste himself mingled with the lube.

"Fuck, your mouth... so perfect," Alexander growled, hips bucking shallowly, fucking into the wet heat with controlled thrusts. Adrian looked up through his lashes, eyes dark and hazy with post-orgasm bliss, taking him deeper, gagging slightly but not stopping—eager, desperate to push Alexander over the edge.

It didn’t take long. Alexander’s thighs tensed, his grip tightening as pleasure coiled tight and snapped. "Adrian... coming... fuck!" He groaned long and low, spilling down Adrian’s throat in hot, pulsing waves. Adrian swallowed every drop, milking him through it, until Alexander was spent, trembling, pulling back with a shaky exhale.

They stayed like that for a moment—Adrian on his knees, forehead resting against Alexander’s thigh, both catching their breath. Alexander helped him up gently, pulling him into a tender kiss, tasting himself on Adrian’s lips. "You’re incredible," he whispered, voice soft now, the hunger sated but the love burning brighter. "My everything."

Adrian smiled weakly, legs still jelly, as they cleaned up quickly with tissues from a nearby dispenser, redressing in the dim light. The Gala waited outside, but in this stolen moment, they were just them—raw, real, and unbreakable.

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