Okay, so I'm totally off base for writing this but I just have to. It's been on my mind ever since reading an article where the other woman ACTUALLY apologised to the wife for letting the man seek solace in her. Not making sense at the moment but hopefully I will in this fic. The man is obviously Paul but I'm going out let you decide whether Steph is the wife or the mistress.
Meet. Fuck. Leave. Repeat. I wrap a bed sheet around my naked body as I watch him gather his clothes and put them on. I can feel tears at the back of my eyes and I shouldn't. I knew what I was getting myself into but I still went in anyways. I close my eyes as I can't take the pain in my chest any longer. As I lay, I silently hoped that he wouldn't leave again. But there's no chance of that and I'm proven right as a shrill rang through the room. It's probably her. I hear him move around, probably searching for his phone.
"Hey honey."
Oh great, he found it. I roll my eyes and scoff at his greeting. If only she knew what he was doing. Or what he had done two hours ago. Fucked me like there was no tomorrow. But I guess that's just what I am. An alleyway he can pass through. Maybe she's the palace, made of gold and does not want to damage her anyhow. I laugh at myself. Falling for a married man.
"I'll be home soon baby." I hear him say.
Why does she get the best of you? Don't I give you what you need?
I feel his presence by my side. He cups my face in his hand and I can feel his breath on my face. I open my eyes and a tear escapes as he softly kisses me. He pulls back but I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him back to me and kissed him passionately. As our tongues massaged gently, my desire for this man is ignited. I can feel him trying to pull back so I reached down between us and cupped his manhood. Surely this will get him to stay a bit longer. To no avail, he caught my wrist and pinned both of my hands above my head and pulled back. He stood up straight and fixed his tie.
"I have to go." He whispered.
I let the tears flow out. There's no holding back now. I'm so tired of this Fuck-Leave bullshit. "Don't leave me again please." I beg him.
"You know I can't do that." He replied quietly.
I can feel myself getting angry. I swung my legs and stepped off the bed, wrapping the sheet around me. "Why the fuck not Paul?! Am I not good enough for you?! Have I not given you anything you've ever needed or wanted?! What Paul? Answer me!" I commanded him.
Paul looked at me straight in the eyes. "I never wanted to hurt you. You knew I was married when this started. You can't want more."
"But that's just it Paul. I DO want more. I want everything that SHE has. I want YOU. I'm tired of being your mistress Paul. It's either me or her."
I saw Paul's eyes widened at my admission. "Why are you doing this?" He said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Because I'm tired of being lonely. Because I'm tired of watching you leave me right after we finish. Because I'm tired of being used." I shouted letting the frustration out of me.
Paul did not respond so I took this as a sign that he was giving the floor to me. There is yet one reason I have to say as to why I'm asking him to choose between his wife and I.
"Because I love you." As I looked into his eyes, I saw something. I think it was before our third tryst. He came to me, bitching and moaning about how his wife had to fly to Germany to restore order in an office branch of her family's business and he was furious at her for going against his wishes.
After he was done whining, he roughly and quickly took me on my office desk. I let him. Because I wanted him and I wanted him to want me. After we finished, he quickly got off me and pulled his pants back up. He looked at me with regret, just like after the first time. He felt guilty for cheating on her because he still loved her. No matter what. Right there and then, I knew deep down, somewhere in my mind that he was never going to leave his wife for me. But I had hope. Strong hope that one day, when it came to it, he'd choose me and not break my heart.
Paul shook his head.
"Then let me go."
Paul's head immediately snapped up. "What?"
"You know what. I don't deserve this Paul. I'm tired of sharing you, it tears me inside." Tears are dripping down my face like a waterfall. So this is how it feels to be heart broken. But I have no else to blame but me. Maybe Paul too, but at the end of the day, I should've known better. "I want more, I want it all."
"Then I'm sorry." With that, he turned around and walked out of my room. I stood there staring at the door. After a few seconds I hear my front door slam, followed by the screeches of his tyres. Tears kept running down as I back myself towards the bed and laid down. I grab a pillow and hugged it to my chest as I let the tears flow out. It looks like his mind is made up.
The morning sun invades my room and I am awakened by my alarm clock. I look to my bedside table and notice that it is 6.30am. I groan as I think back to last night. I deserve better is my mantra for today and for any following days. I blink a few times and rub my eyes as I get off the bed and head to my bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and can't help but think what the fuck has happened to me. I no longer had a smile, the eye-bags are growing and my eyes are puffy from the crying. I splash some water to my face and hold on to the edge of the sink to regain back my strength as the bawling out probably took away most of my energy. I grab my toothbrush and squirt some toothpaste on it and brush my teeth. After a minute, I step into the shower. The water is warm and I enjoy it as it cascades down my body cleansing the exhaustion of the night off my body...
I wrap my hair in a towel and dry myself with another towel and wrapped it around me as I walk towards my bedroom and sat at my vanity table. I dip the tips of my fingers into my moisturiser and smooth it gently over my face as I stare at my reflection. After that, I take my mascara and apply some. I then applied some red lip gloss, pouting at myself. I walk over to my chest of drawers and let the towel fall to the floor. I pull out a black lace underwear and a matching bra and put them on and walked over to my walk-in closet. Paul would've loved this pairing. Black lingerie always seemed to draw out his animalistic side. I wonder if his wife wore black too. I shook my head. I need to stop thinking about that man. I search for a plain black dress and my hand landed on a particular one. I pulled it out in front of me to inspect it. I could feel my heart breaking all over again. I hug the dress and head towards my vanity table to sit down.
New York City, New York - 7 months ago
"Hi." He said in a deep voice that made me feel alive.
I turn to the side to see this beautiful man smiling beside me. I shamelessly check him out, from top to bottom. He was definitely gorgeous. "Hey." I giggled as I nurse my Cosmo.
"I'll have sapphire and tonic with lime please. And one more Cosmo." He ordered.
And that was the beginning. We both had too much to drink. Innocent touches, here and there, after another. Until we both gave in. It turned out, we were both staying in the same hotel only he was staying in one of the penthouses.
As soon as we got into the elevator, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard. I felt like he needed me as much as needed air to survive. He had me pinned against the wall using his hips. I groaned at the feeling of his growing erection. "You feel that? All for you." He told me as he looked into my eyes. I couldn't wait then to have him. We continued our intense stare off only to be interrupted by the elevator stopping and its doors opening. Only now then I realised we were on his floor. He took my hand and dragged me towards his room. As the blinker turned green, I could not help but feel excited. I had only just met this man but the connection was unbelievable.
Before I knew it, we were back to kissing like crazy and had shed most of our clothing. I only had my black pair of panties and bra on and he only had his boxers on. He pulled my panties down my legs and dropped on his knees. He immediately pressed his tongue against me and found a slow rhythm. He slowly drew circles around and around and around, and my body started to shudder at the feel of his tongue working me. Just when I thought I lost all of my senses, he slipped a finger inside. And another. And another. It was heaven.
"Ahhhh." I cried out loud at the contact as my body surrendered to him. He kissed his way back up with his fingers still inside of me, stretching round and round. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, imitating what his fingers were doing. Finally, my orgasm hits me hard as hell as my body trembled at his touch. I clutched his biceps as my legs turned jelly. "Holy shit."
I saw him smirk at me as he slowly backed me towards the bed. He shimmied out of his boxers and slowly eased into me…
I bitterly smile at the memory. That's the last Cosmo I'll ever have. I look at myself in the mirror. Dressed in the black dress, with black Louboutin heels and black Chanel shoulder bag.
"I don't have to live this way." I said out loud and smiled.
One shot or nah? Lol