03

03

"Decision"

I watch the people dancing on the dance floor. I usually dance if I go to a bar, but today is different. Today, I'm drinking and keep thinking about what I did.

I feel guilty for sleeping with a married man, but as much as I want to stay away, I can't because I want him for myself. He's the one who's responsible for what he did because when I slept with him, I didn't know that he was married, but I also didn't confirm that with him.

I wonder why men can do that, no, not just men but anyone. How can anyone cheat? What can make a person unfaithful to someone they love? Do they love their partner, or are their love shallow to make that decision easily?

I want someone who will love me like my father loves my mother. He treasures her, and I can see it in their eyes that they care for each other even though years have passed.

When mom told me their love story, I immediately knew I wanted a romantic love story like theirs. I want a partner who can be faithful to me but being tangled with a married man makes me want to cry because I know when I'll be in the wife position, I'll lose my mind, and I might not be able to keep going.

What would my parents think of me? Mom will never speak to me again, and dad will be angry. It's a big mistake, and even though I hid my hoe side of them, I think they can take that but being a mistress? I don't think so. It would not be suitable for our family, and when people find out about this, it might affect how people think of our family and our business.

"You're drunk." Someone grab my glass away from me.

"Why do you care?" My eyes widened when I saw that it was Arthur.

"Are you here to become a hoe again?" He smirks and sits beside me.

"That's none of your business." I rolled my eyes and grabbed my glass, but he held it with a force that it didn't even budge.

"I thought you'll make me yours? Then why are you drinking here rather than finding a way to get me."

I scoff as I look at him. How can he be so cruel? How can he do that to his wife? As much as I want him, I also don't like being a mistress because I want more than that.

But I lost it--myself, my dignity the moment that he kissed me passionately. I'm lost in his kisses that I don't realize that I kiss him back and even pull him closer to me.

I moan when he scoops me into his lap and makes me feel the bulge growing below.

"Let's get out of here." He whispered, and before I could answer, he carried me in that position, and I didn't do anything and lay my head on his beating chest.

I groan as I wake up but immediately cover my mouth when I realize that someone is sleeping beside me and my eyes widen as I learn who that person is… Arthur. His hands are on the top of my boobs, and he's hugging me while he sleeps soundly. I can feel his chest close to my body, and I can't help but bite my lips. I stop to admire how good he looks, but I shake my head and look away.

How did I end up in the bed with him again? Really Emily? After finding out that he's married, the next thing you did was sleep with him again?

I slowly put his hands away and slid off the bed. I sighed in relief when he didn't move and still sleeping that he didn't realize that I was not on his side. It took me a moment before I gathered my clothes on the floor as I was admiring him in the bed, with a blanket hiding what was below him.

I put on my clothes without hesitation and sneakily went to the side of the bed to get my bag, but Arthur's hand stopped and held my wrist before I could do it.

"You're leaving?" He sounded mad.

"Of course I am. You left me the first night."

"Are you trying to get back at me?"

"No, I want to leave because I have no reason to stay." He was shocked, and I took that moment to get my bag and walk fast before he could stop me.

He must be having fun playing between women, but I'm not. I was not too fond that I was the other woman.

I went to work late, and I got scolded for it. It's annoying to get scolded, but it's my fault for being late. But good thing dad isn't the one who scolded me. I think he's busy as he has no time to check in on me.

"Let's talk." I was seriously working as I had a deadline to finish, but here's Arthur, now holding my hands and drawing attention to my workmates.

"What are you doing?" I consciously look at the people around us.

"We need to talk."

"I don't. I have work, and please be professional. You aren't acting like one." He was taken aback by what I said.

I hate to do this, but I don't want to create rumors around our workplace. I just got here, and I want to show my parents that I am cable and I'm worth something, and I can't do that if Arthur is doing this to me.

I was serious when I said that I would make him mine, but that won't happen or occur here in our workplace, and most significantly, I said that when I had no idea that he is married, and now I'm having second thoughts about it although I spend the night with him.

I walked out on him, and when I saw him following me, I walked fast and bumped into someone, and my eyes grew wider when I realized who it was.

"Oh, sorry." She said with her elegant voice. Very different from what I saw yesterday. She was desperate but seeing her in front of me at that moment. I suddenly wanted to bury myself in the grown.

She's a well-mannered and well-spoken woman. All I can say is she's elegant, very opposite of what I am.

"Sorry, I was in a hurry." I can't even look her straight in the eyes. After what happened, I can't. I'm ashamed.

"It's okay." She smiled and went on her way. I look back and look at her head to foot. Even when she walks, you can tell that she's elegant. From the way she dresses and looks, she's a gentle person.

I look at my clothes which are limited edition. I bit my lips, feeling unconfident about how I looked. If I examined myself through other people's eyes, I would tell that I am spoiled. I wear limited edition clothes, and I spend my money quickly without thinking.

I should go back to work, and I hope I won't see Arthur when I get there, but dad called while going to my office.

"Dad?" I answer my phone.

"Emily, where have you been? Come to my office. I want you to meet someone."

"Huh?"

"Just come up. It will be quick, and I know you're busy." Before I could complain he put the phone down and I didn't have a choice but to come.

I open the door of my dad's office, but I stop mid-way when I see who's inside. It's Arthur and his wife, who are not even looking at each other.

"Emily, come in!" Dad said.

I bite my tongue and walk all the way. They're sitting on the sofa, and I sit beside near dad. My heart is beating so fast, and I'm scared. I don't want dad to find out, but I think this is different from the look on his face.

"I want you to meet Flora Johnson. She's an architect. I just found out that she's a student of someone you idolize when you still want to become an architect, and I think you would be please to meet her."

I want to curse because how can she be so perfect? She's an architect and a student of someone I like. I suddenly feel small and look at Arthur, examining my reaction.

Wait, Why is her last name Johnson? I thought she was married to Arthur, then why didn't she has his last name? I'm full of the question right now, and my mind is puzzled.

I look at Flora and smile. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Emily." We shake our hands.

"She's a daughter of one of our clients, their family is known for their famous resort and hotels, and I'm courting her to join our company and maybe become your mentor."

When dad said, I wanted to leave because I couldn't take it any longer. I would be happy if I were not so guilty right now. I smile a little as I can't force myself to do more than that.

I don't know why Arthur is here, but he's silent and is looking at me, but dad unconsciously answered that when he said they had a meeting earlier and called me to meet Flora.

"I'm hesitating. Someone is stopping me, and I want to focus on our business, but I would be happy to mentor Emily." She smiles. "I don't want to say no to you as you are important to our family."

Is someone stopping her? Arthur seems annoyed, and I'm assuming that it's him who's stopping her.

"I would be happy. Emily needs someone she can learn from, and I can't think of anyone else but you."

"I would gladly, but I have things to finish, but I promise to be back next month." She answers.

Dad likes her kind of girl. I bet he wants me to act like someone like Flora, mature, professional, and elegant. I'm nothing like her, and I'm far from being her.

When dad announced that I could go back to my office, I celebrated as I didn't want to spend more time inside that office with Arthur and his wife. I bet he didn't know he's married, but it's better to be safe, so I won't say anything about knowing or being close to Arthur.

But when I enter the elevator, Arthur and Flora enter too. I'm in the back corner, and they're both in the front.

I couldn't breathe, and when Arthur looked back at me, I wanted to hide. Flora didn't bulge, but I bet she noticed it but didn't say anything, or is it just me?

It's so awkward and silent, and when Flora gets off the elevator, I almost sigh in relief, but when the elevator door is about to close, she stops it.

She looks at Arthur and smiles sweetly. "It's nice to see you, Arthur." She said and walked out, and Arthur only coughed.

My mouth opens, and I look down at my shoes. My breathing became uneven, and I was shocked that Arthur aggressively pinned me to the wall and started to kiss me.

"Arthur!" I complained, but it only sounded like a moan.

"I want to be yours." The whisper between our kisses made me lost.

"You're forbidden."

"No. You are." He answers.

I didn't answer, which made him kiss me more, and my hands unconsciously wandered around his body. I didn't even mind if his dress shirt would be creased, and I didn't care that my hair was messy as his hands stroked it.

We both stop and get off each other when the elevator opens, and a person gets in. He coughs like he knows what is happening. I bit my lips and fixed myself.

I can't believe I'm eating all my words, and I hate to say that we both know what's between us, and we won't talk about it. Arthur knows that I know. Does this mean I'm accepting the fact that I'm a mistress? I'm his mistress. His mistress.