Chapter 4 - The Spiral
Their affair became a dangerous game, one that neither of them could resist. The more they tried to stay away from each other, the stronger the pull became. They became reckless, stealing moments whenever they could—an empty conference room, a late-night meeting, even the backseat of Sia’s car.
Every encounter was more intense than the last, their passion fueled by the knowledge that they could be caught at any moment. The secrecy, the risk, the sheer intensity of their connection—it all served to deepen the bond between them, making it impossible to walk away.
But the consequences of their actions were never far from their minds. Sia’s position in the company, Neil’s inexperience, the inevitable fallout if they were discovered—it all loomed over them like a dark cloud, threatening to destroy everything they had worked for.
The tension between them grew with every passing day, the strain of their secret relationship taking its toll. Neil found it increasingly difficult to focus on his work, his thoughts constantly drifting back to Sia—how her body felt against his, the sound of her voice whispering his name in the dark. His desire for her consumed him, leaving little room for anything else.
Sia, too, was unraveling. The confident, composed woman she had always been was slipping away, replaced by someone she barely recognized—someone driven by a need so intense it bordered on obsession. She knew this couldn’t last. The risks were too great, the consequences too severe. Yet, every time she saw Neil, all her resolve crumbled.
One evening, after a particularly heated meeting where they had barely been able to keep their hands off each other, Sia found herself waiting for Neil in an empty conference room. She knew it was reckless—anyone could walk in—but the thought only heightened her anticipation. When Neil finally entered, his eyes dark with the same hunger that gnawed at her, she couldn’t hold back any longer.
They collided in a frenzy of kisses, their hands tearing at each other’s clothes as if they couldn’t get close enough. The cool surface of the conference table was a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies as Sia pushed Neil down onto it, straddling him with a desperation that shocked even her. The way his hands gripped her hips, the way his mouth found her neck—it was all too much, and yet not enough.
Their movements were frantic, driven by a need that neither could fully understand. Every kiss, every touch, was an explosion of passion, an act of defiance against the world that demanded they stop. Sia could feel her control slipping further away with each passing moment, her mind clouded with nothing but the feel of Neil beneath her, inside her.
As they reached the peak of their pleasure, the world outside ceased to exist. All that mattered was the connection between them, the way their bodies fit together so perfectly, the way they made each other feel alive in a way that nothing else ever had. For those brief moments, there was no guilt, no fear, no repercussions—only the raw, primal satisfaction of giving in to their deepest desires.
But as the high began to fade, reality came crashing back in. Sia’s breath caught in her throat as she looked down at Neil, his eyes still glazed with the aftermath of their passion. She could see the same fear in his eyes that she felt in her own—the fear of what they had become, of what this affair was doing to them both.
“This isn’t going to end well,” Neil whispered, his voice filled with a sadness that cut through her like a knife.
Sia nodded, unable to find the words to comfort him, to comfort herself. She knew he was right. They were on a path that could only lead to destruction, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop. The thought of never touching him again, of never feeling the way he made her feel, was unbearable.
