A Forbidden Affair - Distraction

The next day Jayden traveled, and since then, the house hadn’t been the same.

Lena told herself she didn’t care, that his absence didn’t affect her—but somehow, it did.

He texted her, always giving her random updates about his day, what he ate, where he went, small things that shouldn’t matter—but did.

And she found it adorable.

She hated that she did.

Her relationship with Richard, on the other hand, was going well—at least on the surface.

They talked. They laughed. They still did the normal things couples did.

But their sex life?

It was getting worse.

He barely initiated anything, and whenever she tried, he always had the same excuse.

“I’m tired.”

At first, she understood.

Then it became a pattern.

Now it just felt like distance.

Something was missing, and she couldn’t quite explain it.

So instead of sitting in that feeling, she decided to distract herself.

She picked up her phone and called Chloe.

“Let’s hang out,” she said.

They chose a location and met up for coffee.

They talked about everything—fashion, lifestyle, beauty, the latest trends. It didn’t feel forced, didn’t feel like she had to think too much before speaking.

They exchanged I*******m handles, laughing over random posts and stories.

Lena found herself smiling.

She was grateful.

Grateful for crossing paths with Chloe.

Because she needed this.

She had been surrounded by men for so long, constantly adjusting, constantly trying to fit into spaces that didn’t fully understand her.

She wanted someone who got it.

Someone who understood her as a girl.

After coffee, they went to a beauty salon.

Got their hair and nails done and had a full body massage.

It felt like therapy without words.

By the time they were done, Lena looked different—and felt different too.

They decided to get new clothes since they were planning to hit the club later that night.

Lena didn’t even hesitate.

For once, she wasn’t overthinking.

When she finally got home, she felt happy.

A kind of happiness she hadn’t allowed herself in a long time.

Growing up, she never really had this.

No best friend. No soft life moments.

It was always work. Survival. Responsibility.

She never had time to make friends.

But now?

Now she was trying.

She texted Richard, informing him she would be going out with a friend.

As evening settled in, she got dressed.

A mini skirt that hugged her curves perfectly.

A spaghetti strap top that showed just enough cleavage.

She looked at herself in the mirror, feeling confident.

When they arrived at the club, the music hit instantly—loud, consuming, impossible to ignore.

They found a seat and ordered cocktails.

Chloe waved over the bartender.

“Hey lovelies,” he said with a smile. “What can I get you both?”

“Cocktails to start,” Chloe said easily. “Sex on the beach.”

She turned to Lena.

“I’ll have the same,” Lena added.

“Alright, be right back.”

When the drinks came, they clinked their glasses lightly and started vibing to the music.

Soon enough, Chloe dragged Lena to the dance floor.

At first, she refused.

Then she gave in.

They danced close, singing along to songs, laughing like they’d known each other forever.

And Lena felt free like nothing was weighing her down.

When they were done, they headed home.

It was late.

But she didn’t regret it.

As she pulled into the driveway, she noticed Richard’s car.

He was back.

She sighed softly.

Not ready for conversation, she decided to be quiet as she entered the house, hoping not to wake him.

But the moment she stepped in—

The lights flickered on.

She froze.

Richard stood there.

Anger written all over his face.

“Where have you been?” he asked.

“You didn’t get my message?” she replied, already annoyed.

“You said you were going out. That’s it.”

“Richard, I’m worn out. I’m not about to do this,” she said, moving toward the stairs.

He stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

“And what’s the meaning of this?” she asked sharply.

“Lena, when did you start going clubbing?” he demanded. “You need to stop meeting up with whoever that person is.”

“Excuse you,” she snapped. “She has a name. And besides, you don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“I’m an adult. I will go wherever I want and hang out with whoever I want.”

From there, everything spiraled.

Accusations. Frustration. Everything they hadn’t said for weeks came pouring out all at once.

“You didn’t even tell me where you were!”

“I told you I was going out!”

“That’s not enough!”

“It is enough!”

“You’re acting differently!”

“Maybe you never knew me!”

The tension built, rising higher with every second.

“So now this is my fault?” Richard snapped.

“Because you’re not listening!” she shot back.

“I’m tired of this,” he said abruptly.

“Of course you are,” she muttered.

“What does that mean?”

“It means you always do this,” she said, her voice sharp. “The moment things don't get your way, you shut down.”

“I’m not—”

But he already was.

Grabbing his keys.

Moving toward the door.

“I need space.”

That was it.

Something in her snapped completely.

“Go on then!” she yelled after him. “Run out like you always do!”

He paused but didn’t turn.

“Coward!” she added.

The door slammed.

And just like that—

He was gone.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Lena stood there, chest rising and falling, anger still burning through her.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered.

She turned and walked upstairs, her steps heavy, her mind racing.

When she got to her room, she shut the door and leaned against it.

Her phone buzzed.

She looked down.

Jayden.

How was your day beautiful?

Her heart softened instantly.

She stared at the message for a while before replying.

Good 

She paused.

Then continued, and yours?

She dropped her phone and fell on the bed, waiting for his response.

Then he called her; immediately her phone rang, and she saw the caller; she smiled.

"Hey beautiful," he said. 

"Hi," she said quietly. 

What's wrong? You don't sound good.

I'm okay; I was sleeping.

Oh, I'm sorry I called late; I couldn't sleep, so I texted, and you responded, and I decided to

call.

They talked for some minutes before ending the call, hearing his voice made her feel better she closed her eyes and slept.