Chapter Two

I answered Nyla's call on the first ring, tears still spilling down my face.

“Ophelia?” Nyla called. “What did Erick do?”

“He left.”

“To where?”

I sniffled back my tears. “Said he's working overnight”

“Good” Nyla responded, getting me surprised. I blinked. “Good?”

“Yes. That means you are getting out of that house” Nyla said. “Dress up and meet me at the Goddess clubhouse in thirty minutes”

“Wait, what?” I blinked, my voice filled with shock.

“Just do it, Lia. Please…..” She muttered. “We need to lighten your mood, huh?”

I didn't feel like going anywhere, but I didn't feel like staying home either.

“Okay” I muttered.

The call ended and I stood up lazily, heading to my closet to find something to change into.

I found a black mesh bodysuit, putting it on with a lace bralette underneath. I paired it with a short leather skirt and a jacket, walking out of the room with my bag.

I didn't drive. I hailed a cab instead.

Nyla was standing in front of the ‘goddess clubhouse’ when I arrived. She smiled and giggled when she saw me.

“You look hot” I managed to say.

“You don't look bad too” Nyla nudged me. “You’d make heads turn in that room only if you'd get rid of that shitty jacket and skirt”

I forced a laugh. “Stop it, I'm here to drink”

A moment later, we were inside the club where loud music threatened to rip our ears off.

“A glass of whiskey for the both of us” The moment we settled down in front of the bartender, Nyla ordered.

We watched from the bar as people went wild. Ladies danced, men grinding their cocks against their ass.

Twenty minutes and three glasses later, Nyla was gone. She had been dragged away to the dance floor by a regular she knew.

I chuckled, shaking my head at the thought before I resumed drinking.

“Pour me another drink,” I said to the bartender.

He hesitated. “You look too drunk right now”

“Hell, that's none of your concern” I snapped.

He poured the drink without another word, and I took the glass to my lips, thinking about my four years of marriage as every drop disappeared into my throat.

For months, Erick had been slipping away from me. He arrived home late, worked overnight often, made excuses for everything and those things? He was doing them to create distance between us.

My face twisted in anger as I slammed the glass back to the table, startling the bartender.

I was tired of everything.

Tired of the excuses, tired of being ignored, tired of everything……

“This won't do” I muttered to myself, standing up immediately. I dragged my drunken self to join the crowd, ripping my jacket off me and dropping it to the ground.

I danced to the rhythm of the music, running my hands through my hair and whining my waist.

Suddenly, a jacket draped over my shoulder. I froze and glanced down, realizing it was mine.

Strong hands spun me around and I saw Erick. My eyes were hazy, his face blurry under my vision.

He held me by the hand and dragged me away from the crowd, leading me to sit on one of the chairs in front of the bartender.

“Erick?” I called. “What are you doing out here?”

“Get a grip, Ophelia!” He said. “It's not Erick”

I blinked hard, forcing my eyes to focus. Slowly, the blurry face suddenly became clear.

A strong jaw, high cheekbone, straight nose and dark blue eyes that stared deep at me.

My breath caught.

Staring back at me wasn't my husband, but a man I should never want.

Diego.

My father-in-law.

“Why…..are you here?” I whispered.

Diego stared at me for a moment before his gaze turned to the empty bottles on the counter where my bag was seated quietly.

Without a word, he crouched down in front of me, close enough to make sure I was looking at him.

“How much have you had to drink?” He asked.

I didn't answer, I only looked away from him.

“Ophelia” he called, voice firm and controlled.

“Look at me”

I turned my face reluctantly, my eyes meeting his concerned gaze.

“Where's Erick?” he asked quietly.

I didn't answer. I only stood up, the chair scraping against the ground.

“I need to visit the restroom”

Before Diego could utter a word, I turned and hurried away from his sight.

I liked being around Diego, but at the same time, hated him being too close.

I didn't use the restroom. Instead, I walked into a quiet hallway filled with private rooms and leaned against the wall, releasing the breath I had been holding.

Why was Diego here?

Why him of all people?

I closed my eyes shut, releasing another shaky breath. Tonight was already messed up, the last person I needed to see was him.

But I couldn't bring myself to stop thinking about him.

“Are you okay?” A thick voice sent shivers down my spine, forcing my eyes to snap open.

Diego was standing a few feet away from me, his expression unreadable, but the concern on his face clear.

I asked again. “What are you doing here?”

Diego's reply came, fast and sharp. “I could ask you the same thing”

The scent of sandalwood mixed with cigar smoke filled my nose, making my pulse quicken.

“Talk to me, Ophelia.”

“I'm fine”

“That's a lie” Diego's voice was calm, controlled.

I tried to hide it by not looking into his face. “No, it's not”

“Then look into my eyes and say it”

That was the biggest mistake I made. I shouldn't have lifted my gaze, but I did.

My heart hammered when our eyes met, my legs slowly moving to Diego without a word.

I stepped into him, placing a hand on his chest and arching my body into his.

Diego looked surprised. “Ophe—”

“Do you know how hard you've always made this for me?” I asked.

“You are drunk,” Diego grabbed my wrists, his voice strained. “I will take you home”

“I'm not drunk” I snapped. “I know what I'm doing”

I closed the space between us, standing on my toes and leaning into Diego.

Time seemed to stop when my lips touched his, and my heart skipped, breath getting caught in my throat.

This? It was a drunken mistake I shouldn't have made.

Reality crashed into me harder than a storm. I had done something forbidden, something unforgivable.

I kissed my father-in-law.

And the worst part? I didn't want to stop there.