**Chapter 2: Behind Closed Doors**

The door creaked shut behind them, and the games began. Mercedes led Freddie to the living room, the dim lighting casting a sultry glow over the space. She gestured for him to take a seat on the couch, and as he did, she poured them each a glass of wine. The room was filled with an air of anticipation, and Freddie couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with guilt. He was still in a relationship, albeit a stagnant one, and yet here he was, alone with another woman, the chemistry between them undeniable. Mercedes sat beside him, their thighs touching, and handed him his glass. Their fingers brushed as he took it from her, sending a spark of electricity through his body. She leaned back into the couch, her eyes locked on his, and took a sip of her wine. The silence between them was palpable, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was as if they were both waiting for the other to make the next move. Freddie took a sip of his wine, his eyes never leaving hers. He couldn't help but notice the way the dim lighting danced across her features, highlighting the curves of her face. He felt a pang of desire, and his body responded accordingly. Mercedes set her glass down on the coffee table and leaned in closer to him. "I'm so glad you came over tonight," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. Freddie's heart skipped a beat as he felt her warm breath on his skin. He turned to her, his eyes locking onto hers, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. The air was thick with tension, and Freddie knew he was in trouble. He was drawn to Mercedes in a way he couldn't explain, and he knew that he couldn't resist her for much longer. Mercedes seemed to sense his hesitation and took matters into her own hands. She reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair out of his face, her touch sending shivers down his spine. Freddie's eyes fluttered closed as he felt her fingers graze his skin. He was lost in the sensation, and when he opened his eyes again, he found Mercedes leaning in close, her lips inches from his. The anticipation was killing him, and he knew he had to make a move. Without thinking, he reached out and pulled her into a kiss. It was like a dam had burst, and the passion between them erupted into a fiery explosion of desire. They kissed deeply, their bodies melting into each other as the world around them melted away. As they broke apart for air, Mercedes smiled mischievously and took Freddie's hand, leading him to the stairs. "Let's take this upstairs," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Freddie's heart was racing as he followed her up the stairs, his body screaming with anticipation. He had no idea what he was getting himself into, but he knew he couldn't turn back now. The door to her bedroom creaked open, and Freddie was met with a sight that took his breath away. Mercedes stood before him, her dress slipping off her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra underneath. Freddie's eyes widened as he took in the sight of her, his body responding in ways he couldn't control. He felt like he was drowning in her eyes, and he knew he was in over his head. The games had begun, and Freddie was ready to play. But little did he know, the stakes were higher than he could have ever imagined, and the consequences of his actions would change his life forever.