I Can Be Your Nightmare

Wilona Lea Kendrick stepped out of her sleek, high-rise office with a radiant smile. The weight of years of dedication had finally paid off. She was now a regional manager.

Her general manager, Mr. Aaron Jerome, had personally congratulated her, his words ringing in her ears:

"Wilona, you are an asset to this company. Your leadership and vision will take us to new heights."

Pride swelled in her chest as she imagined the look of Sonny Kendrick's face, her husband for five years, when she told him about her promotion.

He would be proud and they could celebrate tonight. Dinner and she will open a bottle of the finest wine.

They hadn't had a romantic dinner in a long time and maybe it would lead to something more erotic.

Their daughter, Maya, usually went to bed early and there was no harm in expecting something tonight.

She and Sonny had both been busy lately and it felt like it had been a long time since they had touched each other intimately.

Usually they would just say goodnight with half-closed eyes, because they were too tired and sleepy. Even then it was rare for them to go to bed together.

Sonny is a brilliant engineer who runs a very successful and well-known engineering firm. He has just opened a new branch of his company in several areas and is keeping himself very busy.

With excitement thrumming through her veins, she decided to head home early, her mind filled with thoughts of the special dinner she would prepare.

She had barely stepped inside their modern minimalist house when something felt off.

The living room was unusually quiet. The television was off, and there was no sign of Elsa Lamar, Maya's nanny.

Wilona placed her bag on the entryway table and made her way upstairs. The master bedroom door was slightly ajar, a faint rustling noise coming from within. Wilona frowning. What's that noise?

She took a cautious step forward, her heartbeat quickening. Then she heard it. A breathy moan, a familiar voice gasping in pleasure.

"Oh my God, Elsa, you're so good," Sonny groaned as he gripped Elsa's breasts. "This is amazing, honey, your grip makes me almost unable to hold on any longer!"

"Aahhnnn... Babe, oohh... Harder, aahhh... Go deeper...."

Wilona's fingers curled into tight fists as she pushed the door open.

There, tangled in the crisp white sheets of their marital bed, was Sonny, the man she had loved and trusted for years and beneath him, arching in pleasure, was Elsa, her daughter's nanny.

Wilona's stomach lurched, and bile rose in her throat. The sight was so surreal that her brain refused to process it.

What were they doing? Shouldn't Sonny still be in his office and Elsa be picking up Maya from school. Why were they now on top of each other on her bed?

Elsa writhed wildly as Sonny moved in and out of her body quickly. Both of their breaths were racing and vulgar sentences were whispered to each other under heavy breaths.

A sharp gasp tore from Wilona's lips, startling the two lovers. Sonny turned, his face draining of color as he scrambled to grab the sheets,

while Elsa quickly got down to the floor while pulling the blanket.

The faces of the two lovers were pale.