It’s exactly one month after my wedding and it’s also my wife Lydia’s birthday.

I’m still basking in the aftermath of our union and life could not be better for me. As a civil servant, I got a cushy job with a good boss and very nice colleagues. I do get busy at times but work has never been stressful for me.

I reach work at 8.30am and by 6.15pm, I’m usually at the train station waiting for get home.

Lydia and I met when we were in university. I have a crush on her ever since I saw her during the orientation program but I only mustered up enough courage to approach her during my 2nd year.

She rejected me initially but I guess my perseverance paid off in the end. We became an item just before we graduated.

I joined the civil service while she got a position in a start up.

Like all couples, we applied for a flat and when the keys to our love nest arrived, we got married and moved in to start a new chapter in our lives. My friends envied me for having achieve what many of them are still working on.

I have a stable career, a beautiful and pretty wife, I even snagged a coveted new flat right beside the train station. I mean, what are the odds of something like this happening ?

Well, I have my lucky stars to thank for this.

Life has always been pretty smooth sailing for me.

Looking forward to celebrate Lydia’s birthday and our one month wedding anniversary, I had planned for a dinner in a nice restaurant. However, Lydia text me in the middle of the day to say she has some work to rush and will only be home late.

The start up she works for just got a huge capital injection by investors and they are working really hard to take the company to the next level. So the plan is for me to pack some nice cakes and desserts, wait for Lydia to be done with her work before we celebrate at home.

Well, being a romantic, and a newly minted husband, I didn’t want to wait till she is done with work. Lydia might be too tired by then and I know how she feels about having cake late at night.

So I decided to surprise her and pay her a visit with cake and flowers in tow.

It’ll just be a simple surprise, and I’m sure the flowers will give her the necessary boost for her overtime work.

I collected the cake and flowers before taking a train to the industrial park where Lydia works at. The company is located on the top floor of an industrial building.

Having been to her work place a couple of times, I knew exactly where to go in the large complex. Dotted with a variety of trades from businesses selling construction materials to car workshops, the building can be a bit hard to navigate for 1st timers.

I arrived on level 7 and I could see quite a few vehicles still parked outside the unit housing Lydia’s office and warehouse.

Her bosses vehicles are there too. Well, at least they didn’t dump the work on her and leave.

Heading to the glass door, I looked into the reception area but the lights are already off. A ‘closed’ sign hung on the glass door and the only light is from a decorative fish tank by the waiting area.

The staff are probably working in the office or in the meeting room I guess.

I hit the door bell and waited, but no one came.

I decided to go by the rear entrance, a spot where many of the company’s smokers use for a short break. From there, I can access the pantry.

Walking around the back, I saw the door to the rear kept opened by a brick. The staff did it to stop the door from closing. They could always scan their staff pass to open it again but word around there is HR keeps an eye on how many times staff uses the back entrance, especially the smokers.

No one wants to be clocking in and out of the office using that door too often so they kept it open most of the time.

Makeshift ashtray made out of aluminum cans lined the floor beside a few old chairs.

Pulling the door open, I let myself into a service corridor which is non-airconditioned.

From there, I can access the bathrooms, the warehouse, and the pantry which is behind a glass door.

I was about to reach for the pantry when I heard something.

There’s a weird yet familiar sound coming from behind the door leading to the warehouse.

It’s the sound of a woman moaning, and the raspy rough voice of a man grunting.

I held my breath and brought my ears closer to the door.

I was right. Someone is moaning behind that door.

Out of curiosity, I tried the door knob and it turned easily. Pulling the door open, the sound of the moaning got louder and the familiarity of that moan is like a slap in my face.

The moans melted together with the satisfying grunts of a man, a melody you hear only from a couple in the heat of passionate love making.

I don’t know who is the man that is grunting and panting in pleasure, but I know the moans came from my wife.


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