185 Melissa

Even though Liz really wanted to satiate her curiosity, it seemed that she wouldn't be getting a chance.

Will, however, seemed to know what she meant, because he had a grimace on his face after hearing it.

Only, she couldn't ask him directly, at least not when the other two were within earshot.

Entering the restaurant while following them, Liz noticed that it was an Italian one, much like the one which Will and Liz had been to on their first disastrous 'date'.

There was a high ceiling, and the circular room had only a few tables arranged with enough distance between each so that the conversation in one table wouldn't be heard in the next.

It was also quite quiet for a restaurant, with there being only a light buzz accompanied by the lilting tones of the live orchestra that was playing.

Clearly, this was one of those high-class restaurants that had been mentioned in Keren's report.

As they followed Mr. Benson, they were led away from the general dining area into a special room that was labeled 'Private'.

When people noticed them entering that room, they started to whisper amongst themselves, and as Liz observed, some even got fearful expressions on their faces and looked away.

It was obvious that whoever this Mr. Benson was, his reputation was definitely something to behold.

After walking in, Liz had to admit that this was the grandest dining room she had ever seen in her life.

It was a large room with enough space to sit at least 20 people, but the majority of the space was taken up by artful busts of famous figures and sculptures which shone in the ambient lighting.

Paintings adorned the walls, and the dining table in the center, which was arranged to seat four, had gold cutlery.

Quite surprised at this next level of opulence, Liz might have become frozen with shock if it hadn't been for her experience on the Island of Ambrosia. Compared to that level, this was minimal.

So, she didn't have a very surprised expression on her face, which Mr. Benson noticed.

After the waiter who had led them here left, he spoke.

"I see your friend here has already been exposed to our way of life. The first time I brought Melissa here, she gasped with surprise, and I remember stopping that gasp with our first kiss."

This made the woman chuckle, as she leaned forward and kissed Mr. Benson on the lips, while he kissed back in a strange fashion, almost clamping his mouth onto hers and sucking her lips for a brief moment.

Yuck.

That was what Liz thought on seeing this sight, but she kept her emotion to herself while struggling to keep aneutral expression on her face.

It seemed that Will wasn't prepared to just be quiet, so he spoke to interrupt them.

"Had you divorced your previous wife by then, Mr. Benson? I heard this was your 5th wife, right?"

This made Mr. Benson stop the kiss, and a savage expression flashed across his face for the briefest moment before he chuckled, saying, "6th. Melissa dear, why don't you go relieve yourself. I'll order for you."

Liz had been expecting that Melissa might act embarrassed or show some emotion when Will said that, but instead, she was flummoxed when she saw that she was completely normal. Hell, she even seemed to have smiled at the mention of being the 6th wife.

However, when Mr. Benson said 'relieve yourself', a flash of lust and joy became apparent on her face for a second, before they were replaced by a slight blush.

No, seriously, what the heck was going on here?

"Excuse me."

Saying so, Melissa left the room, and her steps seemed to have a slight spring in them.

By now, Liz was trying hard not to gape at everything that was going on. The curiosity was killing her, but she knew that she wasn't supposed to ask.

Again, Will seemed to cognizant of the facts, as the expression of disgust on his face was even more pronounced now.

As Mr. Benson took a seat and unbuttoned his grey blazer, he chuckled after looking at Will's face.

"Boy, you people might be the exception, but believe me, you'll get used to this. You really are the odd one out amongst all the young blood, you know. But I don't think that's a good thing. Still, I don't tell you how to lead your life, and I don't turn my nose up at it, like you're doing now. Sit down."

In a private atmosphere, Mr. Benson's whole image seemed to have changed.

Where he had seemed polite and gentlemanly before, he now sounded like a tycoon who would get what he wanted no matter what cost it took.

Curling his lip, Will took a seat while Liz followed, in disbelief about how mysterious and puzzling this evening had turned out to be.

As she did, she realized that she hadn't been to the washroom in quite a long time since leaving the office.

So, getting up, she said, "Excuse me. I need to go to the ladies' room," before nodding at Will and Mr. Benson and walking out.

While she was doing so, she didn't notice the odd look that Mr. Benson gave her as she left.

After Liz closed the door behind her, the mild buzz and music from the area outside reached her ears, making her take a deep breath as she felt relieved due to the sense of normalcy that returned to her.

Yes, inside that room, everything was just too damn mysterious and strange, and that had been bothering the hell out of her.

Asking a waiter, Liz headed to the bathroom, which was a large one with multiple stalls.

As she entered one and was about to get down to business, she heard a light thump and a giggle from the stall 2 doors away.

Hmm. It seemed that someone couldn't wait until they got home.

This was quite a normal occurrence in restaurants, so Liz ignored it and continued.

However, what she heard next made her stop whatever she was doing with shock.

"Mmm, Will! Yes! William Bradshaw, just like that! Oh, Will!"

"Wh-who's William?"

"Just shut up and fuck me."

These sounds which were filled with lust and desire floated into Liz's ears, and she couldn't help but feel that she had heard the voice before.

And of course, the most shocking thing was that she had heard her boyfriend's name, who was currently sitting in that private room right now.

Unable to take it anymore, Liz cleaned up and stood on the seat of the bathroom to take a look into that stall.

She was right.

As soon as she got a glimpse at the two having hot sex in the bathroom stall, she recognized that it was Melissa, Mr. Benson's wife, while the man was the dark-skinned one she had pointed to before.

As they grinded their bodies together and humped each other dirtily, Liz could only keep watching with extreme shock, but she was suddenly broken out of her reverie when Melissa glanced up and met her eyes, noticing her peeking.

This was enough for Liz to sputter with emotions she couldn't describe, but Melissa's actions surprised her even more.

Instead of stopping, she continued and even started screaming this time, closing her eyes as if she was close to some climax.

"William, yes! Yes! Yes!"

As the sounds echoed in the otherwise empty bathroom, Liz couldn't help but feel dizzy and wonder whether she had traversed into some strange dream. No, some strange…nightmare.