Unfaithful: Web Of Betrayal

She took off her ring and put it on the counter beside the sink. She washed the plate she had just used to have her meal. Alma had cooked a lovely chicken dinner for two with salad on the side. She left Declan’s half on the dining table.

The music was on, it’s always on when she’s home alone. It felt different listening to her favorite music alone. When Declan is around, he usually talks over it; he isn’t into music like hers. She kept her champagne glass full, trying to wash down what was said in that gallery.

She put her legs up on the sofa armrest, her mind wandering to that big bright blue eyes, the dark lines around it, and the black dot in their centers. His eyes were hypnotizing, and they always looked at her in a way that made her feel … adored.

“I miss you so much,” his words replayed in her head.

She closed her eyes. Those simple words had thrust deep into her because she felt it too. She gulped down her champagne and poured some more. She drew herself a warm bath and thought of him again in the bathroom. She remembered how his hands felt on her skin, and she hugged her knees. She couldn’t stop her mind from recalling all the memories buried inside it, some of the best ones too.

Even the drinks couldn’t quiet them down. She lay on her bed in the dark, unable to fall asleep.

Declan was home; she heard footsteps, the doors opening and closing. He was in the kitchen, then he went to the bathroom. She heard the shower. Not long after, she felt the bed beside her heavy with his weight. He smelled fresh out of the shower, and he let out a long exhale.

She slowly turned to him, “You didn’t eat your dinner?” She didn’t hear the microwave beeping.

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“What time is it?”

He looked over the bedside table, “A quarter after two … did I wake you?”

She shook her head and slid closer to him, her hand caressing his bare thigh. She kissed his cheek and nibbled his ear. She could feel him smiling.

“I saw an empty bottle on the counter … I thought you’d be asleep by now.”

She didn’t reply; she needed him to quench her other thirst. She kissed his neck. She felt his hand on the side of her thigh, and she moved her hand to his center. He was getting hard. She stroked him gently.

“Mmm … I like it when you’re a little drunk.” He let her hand move him for a while, then he pulled her on top of him and lifted her gown to her waist. He touched her, she was already wet, and it got him ready in an instant. “Have you been warming up without me?”

She rose up and looked down on him. Her vision was a bit blurry, especially in the darkened room. She slid off the top of her gown, and he rose to meet her. They kissed. He pulled her closer until he could feel her dampened above his crotch. He took the pleasure of stuffing his mouth with her breast. She dug her fingers into his hair, letting him please himself on her chest. That’s when he entered her. They moaned.

Slowly her hips moved, which escalated him. She felt his teeth around her nipple; he was sighing. His hands cupped her and squeezed her gently as his mouth found its way up to kiss her.

Then he steadied her waist as he picked up his pace. He was getting high in pleasure, and so was she. It’s been a long time since he enjoyed his wife in that way. He even forgot that their sex life used to be so pleasurable.

His arms tightened around her, and he pressed his face against her. She knew he was close; she stroked his hair and matched his pace. He groaned loudly; she bit her bottom lip and let him come inside her as they moved together. She wanted to say, “Keep going. I’m not there yet.”

He was lost in the surge of his climax. He kissed her mouth. She was close, too; she was nearly there. But Declan was done; he pulled out before she could reach her peak. He threw himself back on the bed, steadying his breath. His eyes were closed; she looked at him and knew it was over. She was not getting high that night like so many other nights.

She rolled over and felt the throb between her legs. Declan’s breathing was getting quieter. In just a few minutes, he had fallen asleep. She closed her eyes and hugged herself under the blanket.

“I miss you so much.” Those words and the warmth of Roman’s embrace lulled her to sleep.

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She woke up to the sound of pouring rain. She looked to her side; Declan was still fast asleep. He didn’t even move an inch since last night.

The gloomy morning light lit up their bedroom. Her eyes were immediately distracted by the black and white scarf she forgot to return when she ran out of the gallery. She jolted out of bed.

She grabbed the scarf and shoved it into one of her drawers. ‘Shit,’ she had to return it.

“Hey … what time is it?” Declan stretched on the bed.

“I don’t know … still early, I think,” she looked out the window. The rain gave a false sense of time. It was actually close to 10 AM.

“Oh God … I’m late,” Declan grumbled. “I have a meeting at 11.” He sat up, held his head from the rush, then got up to the closet.

She stared out the window. She loves the morning rain. It made her feel like staying home and not going to work.

In less than 10 minutes, Declan emerged from the closet, all dressed in suits and ties. “Are you going to the studio later?” he interrupted her thoughts.

“Hmm … I don’t know … a hot coffee would be nice. Do you have time for one?”

“No, sorry honey, I’m already late … it’s a brunch meeting at The Q.”

She turned to him, “Okay … what time will you be back?”

He sighed while putting on his socks, “Late … like last night, probably, don’t wait up … or wait up …” he chuckled, remembering their excellent time last night. He stood up and gave her a peck on the cheek. “I’ll see you later, have fun today,” he kissed her hair.

He walked out of the room and ran down the stairs. She heard the door close. The house was quiet again.

She was left with the sound of her footsteps going into the bathroom. She took a quick shower and washed what was left of Declan on her body. She wore her casual smart working outfit, pulled the scarf from her drawer, and went to work.