Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball-Chapter 210: One hair away

Nash and Dahlia were huddled in a cramped, dark space behind the wall. It was a hidden closet-like compartment, thick with dust and shadows, barely big enough for two people, stacked floor to ceiling with old documents, crumpled papers, and files spilling from rickety shelves.

The air was stuffy, hot with the scent of old paper and metal, the walls pressing in like a coffin. They were glued together awkwardly, Nash behind her, his body spooned against hers in the tight fit, both of them dripping sweat from the sex and the rush to hide.

His cock had slipped out during the scramble, but their skin stuck together from the mess of fluids, her ass pressed firmly against his groin, his arms wrapped around her waist to steady them.

Dahlia trembled like a leaf. She was so dead if Victoria found her. She was supposed to stalk Nash, but this turn of event was a calamity for her.

"Shh," Nash whispered right in her ear.

It was more of a security measure to ensure that she did not reveal herself in a panic to put an end to this anxiety.

Dahlia nodded quickly, but her body trembled against him, a mix of afterglow and pure panic. It had all happened so fast. When he’d dropped the bomb about Victoria coming, she’d snapped out of her blissful daze.

In a frenzy, she’d grabbed her discarded clothes, dropping to her knees to wipe up the puddle on the floor, scrubbing at the squirt and cum mix with desperate swipes.

"Shit-shit-shut," she’d muttered, voice shaking.

Nash had hurried her, grabbing her arm.

"There’s no time, leave it. We could just pretend we’re having sex if she walks in. Act like it’s nothing big."

But Dahlia had frozen, eyes going wide.

Pretend? Nash couldn’t get it. She was supposed to watch him fuck up, but she ended up fucking him.

If Victoria found that... she’d maul her. She was terrorized, and Nash knew it. He let it sink in without pushing too hard, moving his last pawn as he needed.

He’d glanced around casually, mind on the wall.

"Yeah... unless there’s somewhere hidden we could duck into quickly. Some spot she wouldn’t think to check, hoping we stay out of sight." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

He didn’t say "the wall", kept it vague, like a casual idea, not suspicious at all.

His goal was simple: she knew what was behind that wall, so she might know how to get in there.

Dahlia had paused, her panic making her grab at any straw. She’d looked at him, making it seem as if she’d seen through his intentions, but she was really looking past him, her gaze landing on the wall where the puddle had seeped under.

"Ah... "

The fear of Victoria was stronger than the fear of stalking Nash.

She pressed her palm flat against the middle left side of the wall.

Nash watched carefully, eyes tracking every millimeter of her hand. Her fingers spread wide, then she pushed.

The section under her palm pushed inward with a soft, heavy thunk, like pressing a big button.

She slid her hand sideways, fingers hooked into the now-visible groove. It opened like a sliding door, revealing a narrow, pitch-black gap.

Nash’s mouth widened, but there was no time to rejoice yet.

He pushed her forward gently and followed her inside and the door closed automatically in front of them.

She’d fallen for the hint hook, and now he had found what he expected to be the holy Grail.

Just then, the door to the office opened, and both became statues for their lives.

Now, they were crammed in the dark.

It was a hidden closet-like compartment, thick with dust and shadows, barely big enough for two people.

The air was heavy, like breathing through damp cloth. It was quite warm, thick with a faint, rancid smell of old paper and rusty metal. Nash couldn’t see a thing in the total darkness, but he could feel everything around them: documents brushing against his elbows, crumpled textures scraping his arms like piles of paper, some of it dusty. There were thumps as he moved and bumped into what must have been stacked files or documents.

Damn, this place is full of stuff, he thought, his mind racing.

Papers, files... it’s like a gold mine. It has to be a gold mine! Yes, it definitely is! She wouldn’t have reacted like this for nothing. Victoria’s secrets must be here!

This could be everything, he needed to explore it her. But if she catched him... He’d lose it all. The quest, the team, maybe his ass in some Underground ditch.

They were glued together awkwardly, Nash behind her, his body spooned against hers in the tight fit, both of them dripping sweat.

His cock was nestled right between her ass cheeks, warm, semi-hard skin pressed into the soft, slick cleft, every tiny shift making it rub against her.

Dahlia’s sexy, sweating body was a furnace against him: her back slick and curved, sticking to his shirt; her heavy breasts heaving with soft breaths, brushing his arms; her toned thighs trembling where they pressed to his.

The aphrodisiac in his cum was kicking in now, he could tell by how her body heated up even more, her pussy still leaking a bit onto his thigh, the subtle twitch of her hips like she was fighting a fresh wave of need.

The tension was electric, Victoria’s heels clicking outside like a countdown to doom. But damn, it was hot too. Dahlia shifted again, trying to get comfortable in the crush, and her ass cheeks clenched just enough to slide along his cock, making it twitch and harden a little more.

She froze, then turned her head slightly, murmuring so quiet it was mostly breath against his ear.

"Seriously? You’re getting hard now?"

Nash swallowed, his pulse racing. He leaned in, lips brushing her neck in a silent gesture, murmuring back.

"Not really... it’s just the natural look."

He didn’t lie, it was a little hard, yeah, but not full throttle.

He gave her waist a gentle squeeze, half to calm her, half because, hell, she felt too good not to touch. She huffed a tiny, breathless moan, but her body relaxed against him, just enough to make his cock nestle deeper between her cheeks, the slick from earlier making it glide smoothly.

The aphrodisiac was messing with her too; he felt her thighs press together, a soft whimper escaping as she fought the building heat inside.

They both froze when Victoria’s steps stopped right outside the wall. Nash’s breath caught.

Seriously... He tough, his hands tightening on Dahlia’s hips.

How come Victoria always knew his next move? Was there something around he never saw?

His heart slammed against his ribs so hard he was sure she could hear it through the panel. Dahlia’s fingernails dug into his forearm, she pressed her lips together so tight they became a pure line, trying not to whimper.

A soft scrape, fingertips trailing the seam.

Then the faint, unmistakable thunk of the hidden button being depressed.

Dahlia’s whole body went rigid, ready to scream at any moment

The door began to slide, just a bit.

Then stopped.

A low, venomous hiss cut through the silence.

"Fucking rats." Victoria’s voice was ice and acid.

She didn’t open the wall the rest of the way. Instead she yanked her hand back like she’d been burned, teeth audibly grinding together.

She knew.

She knew the whole plan.

She was so focused on Nash that she had ignored the rest of the picture.

A sharp exhale, like someone trying not to scream. Then the rapid click of her heels retreating.

Nash and Dahlia didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

Outside, Victoria’s voice came again, low, furious, speaking into her comm.

"Rico. Office. Now. Check it. I want to know where Nia is. Right fucking now."

Nia, the one variable she had ignored.

She had left her alone in her office like an idiot.

That Nia that was defending Nash, that Nia that would fight for Nash.

That Nash who had found, or not found whatever he was looking for in her office.

If he hadn’t, then why would he stop? She had supposed he was going for her office here after finishing in the hangar 47, but what if he hadn’t finished at all?

She was here, so far from her office, with a rat in her office.

If Nash’s little game was to get Nia, his fucking bitch inside her office while she chased him here....

Her voice cracked with rage.

"Just get there. Check the door, check inside. Report back immediately."

"Yes, ma’am. On it."

The call ended.

Victoria lowered the phone slowly. Her free hand curled into a fist at her side. She stared at the wall, the very wall she had almost opened. The one she thought would be the first place to check.

She inhaled once through her nose, slowly. She could open it now, she could focus entirely on it, but she could also wait.

If Nash’s plan was focused on Nia, then he would plan that she would have come here.

Maybe this moment too was his plan? Her checking her office so he could play hide-and-seek. This was the perfect way to make her waste time, even worse, if he was hiding here in the office, she would reveal the most secret location.

Nah, no need to hurry, he was surely somewhere here, she had all her time. She just needed to confirm Nia’s location to find him.

Then, her phone buzzed.

She answered without looking.

"So?"

Rico’s voice came through.

"Ma’am... the door’s locked from the inside. There’s lights on, I knocked, but nothing. She’s either gone or barricaded herself in there."

A vein throbbed visibly on Victoria’s forehead.

She didn’t speak for three full seconds.

Then she ended the call without another word.

She stared at the locked door of her own office for another second, her office, her space, her secrets.

She’d been played.

Nash hadn’t come here to fuck around with Dahlia.

He’d come here to get Nia inside her office.

He was the distraction.

The rookie had used the chase to split her attention, sent his little fuck buddy straight into the heart of her territory while she ran across town like a fool.

Oh God, heads would roll tonight.

She turned sharply on her heel.

The door to the hallway slammed with enough force to rattle the frame.

Inside the hidden compartment, the silence was deafening.