Unfaithful: Web Of Betrayal

He woke up on the king-size bed of the Ludus Oceania special suite, looking up at the mirror on the ceiling. She was fast asleep by his side, stark naked; they didn’t even bother to put on a robe after crazy passionate lovemaking the night before. He thought their sex couldn’t improve after two nights on the island; he was wrong.

What’s gotten into her? He didn’t ask. She tied him on an invisible leash and dragged him into her suite after dinner. Undressing him even before the door closed, she stuck her tongue in his throat. She was on fire, and he was the fuel that lit her up in flames.

His muscles were sore. He stretched his arms and reached down to his morning glory, ready for her again. ‘Jeez,’ he muttered to himself. He couldn’t control his body anymore; this woman was igniting every cell in him down to his very core.

He stood up and walked around the suite looking at pieces of artwork that were on display. Each of them costs 10 times the price of the room for one night. “Who is she?” he thought. “Who is she married to?”

Roman knew the price of things; he was not alien to the luxurious life. He came from money too. His father was a business mogul who founded one of the country’s biggest advertising agencies. He was the youngest of 4 children, the odd one out.

Never got along with his family. Always the scapegoat. He left home before reaching 18 and dropped out of college soon after. He always loved art and photography, so he followed his passion and made his living from there. A reasonably decent living, but only after he had to starve in the first few years of surviving on his own.

He never mentioned his family to anyone; he avoided special treatment. But in return, he gets to see how people treat him very differently than if they knew who his father was. What is it with money? People measure the value of life with how much money they can spend.

“You’re up early?” her hoarse voice interrupted his thoughts.

He turned to look at her, “Good morning, beautiful,” he leaned on the credenza across the bed.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Her heart sank; he called her beautiful when she could easily mistake him for an actual size antique statue from a museum. Standing there naked, lean yet chiseled in all the right places, tanned, his messy hair and bedroom eyes indicated he, too, had just woken up. He looked like a work of art.

She rolled to her stomach, resting her head on one hand. His ‘thing’ was so distracting that it drew her attention. “How long have you been up?”

He watched where her eyes were looking, “You mean this?” he pointed to his penis.

She laughed and threw a pillow at him, “No, … I mean, what time did you wake up?”

He laughed and walked over to the bed, “Well, you were looking at it; I thought that’s what you meant … not long, I was just admiring your suite … this room is somethin’ else,” he tilted his head to one side.

She raised her brows, not interested in commenting about the room. “Are you hungry? We barely ate last night.”

“I’m always hungry,” he climbed on the bed and hovered over her, “Can we have breakfast now?” He kissed her stomach and ran his mouth up to her breast.

She sighed; her skin woke up at the touch of his tongue, “Are you seriously going to go at me again?”

He nodded, “Like an all-day buffet.” He reached her mouth and kissed her.

She couldn’t speak; her body was warming up to him. Then she felt his fingers inside her.

“Let’s get you hot and ready,” he said between his kisses.

She felt herself getting wet; it was amazing how fast he could make her want him again.

The room was quiet. They could only hear their breaths and the rustling sheets underneath her wriggling body. She moaned softly as he touched her spot.

And then the sound of a vibrating phone reverberated from the bedside table; it stopped her cold. He pushed her back and continued what he was doing.

She couldn’t go on; her phone was preventing her from continuing. “I have to get that.” Her mind was on alert; it must be Declan.

He wasn’t listening; he was on his way to get a full hard-on and ready to go.

The phone was banging on the side of the bed. She pushed him to the side as hard as she could and jumped to her phone. “I’m sorry, I have to get this,” she ran to the bathroom with her cellphone screaming in her hand. ‘Declan’ was blinking on its screen.

She slammed the door shut; her heart was pushing out of her rib cage; she steadied her breathing and pressed ‘accept.’

Declan: Hey honey … sorry to call you so early. Did I wake you?

Olivia: (Took a moment to speak) Hey … no, I’m in the bathroom.

Declan: Oh, should I call you back later?

Olivia: (Rubbed her forehead) No, it’s okay … I was just getting ready for breakfast.

Declan: I’m just organizing the car to pick you up on Sunday … Do you know when you’ll arrive at the port?

Olivia: (Her mind was racing, she couldn’t remember what day it was) Sunday? Uhm … yeah, the schedule said 11 AM. Are you coming to pick me up?

Declan: No, that’s why I have to arrange for one of the cars to pick you up; I have a business lunch on Sunday … we’re still working on that project with Electra, you know, the one I told you about?

Olivia: (She knew, but at that moment, her mind went blank) Oh yeah, Electra … of course, you can send Travis to pick me up at 11.

Declan: Okay, I’ll do that. You have his number? Call him when you arrive; I’ll make sure he gets there an hour early.

Olivia: (Breathing normally, thinking of what Roman was doing in the bedroom) Great … Sunday, I can’t believe it’s almost time to go home.

Declan: Can’t wait to see you soon honey … okay then, I’ll leave you to it; I love the pictures you sent me, by the way, we should go together next time.

Olivia: Yes, absolutely … Are you going to the office again?

Declan: No, I’ll be working at home tonight. The meeting went on ’till 2 AM last night, can you believe it? They could’ve just done a conference call, I had to skip dinner, the projects are all half done, we’re falling behind schedule, and all they do is just have meetings after meetings … what a mess …

Olivia: (Her mind was elsewhere) Hmm … same ol’ … same ol’ …

Declan: Yeah, I don’t want to bore you with work. We’ll talk about it after you get back … I’m gonna let you go now, have fun, honey … I’ll see you soon …

Olivia: Thanks … you too …

Declan: Okay, love you, bye-bye

She leaned her back on the door and let out a sigh of relief. She calmed herself down and washed her face on the faucet. It was real. She was officially having an affair, and it was the weirdest feeling. Now she had to face her lover, who must be wondering what the hell happened.

She closed her eyes and braced herself for reality. She opened the bathroom door with her phone still clutched in her hand.

His clear blue eyes met hers. He was standing across the bathroom door, all dressed in the clothes he wore the night before. He folded his arms in front of his chest with a stern expression.

“You’re all dressed up?” she swallowed hard; she didn’t know how to explain her behavior and found herself hiding her marriage from this man.

He didn’t respond; his brows were furrowed, and he had thoughts running through his mind. “Yeah,” he sighed. “I’ll see you at breakfast,” he turned and walked to the door. He exited without looking back at her.

She held her phone to her chest, her naked body pressed against the bathroom door. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes; what the hell just happened? “Shit,” she muttered.