One Year LaterEmile Astor had a secret.He was going to surprise his wife with a trip.He had already planned it all out and he knew she was going to love it as much as she loved him. Emile was committed to showing the woman he loved more than anything that he worshiped her beyond anything else in the world. Especially right now. He looked up from his newspaper and smiled as his wife entered the kitchen. “Good morning, gorgeous.”“Good morning, my love,” Iris Astor responded, before kissing him. “And good morning, my son.” Emile gently grabbed Iris’s waist as he leaned down and kissed her small baby bump.“I just know he’s going to be just as perfect as his father is.” Iris giggled. “No, he’s going to be perfect like his mother.”The two kissed again before sitting down to have breakfast.Many things had changed for Emile Astor over the last year. First he got a vasectomy reversal and then after getting a very quick divorce from Sienna, Emile proposed to Iris who agreed enthusia
It was all getting to be too much.The lies, the deception, the tortuous secrets. She could no longer handle this. She was tired of being caught in the middle of such a tangled web. Somehow, some way this would have to end.Rain pounded relentlessly on her car as she sat in the driver’s seat for what felt like forever. She would just go in there and face them and all they had both done.Face the person that she had been twisted in a series of lies with. She knew things had gone too far. Redemption didn’t seem possible for either of them. Too much had happened. But forgiveness was the last thing on her mind. All she wanted was a solution. Finally she worked up the courage to venture out into the storm. Her heels clicked as she hurried up the driveway. The door was unlocked.The house was dark, but she knew they were there. Slowly she made her way to the living room and clicked on the light. Red was all she could see. Splattered on the furniture and walls, dripping from the coffee ta
Iris Blair was a victim. Of love, anyway. She was deeply in love with a man that wasn’t hers and probably never would be. She felt like a crazy person every time her phone rang and it was him. The excitement that would surge through her entire body made her brain fuzzy. She became giddy.Giddy for someone who was married to another woman.Iris made many justifications for being a mistress. He wasn’t happy, he didn’t love his wife, and he made her feel like she was the center of the universe. Somehow he made her feel more than just the other woman.Maybe it was the way he held her and whispered how she was what he had been waiting for his entire life. Or the way he would get a little jealous when she would laugh at other men’s jokes. It was definitely the way he made love to her for hours on end and swore up and down it had never felt so good with anyone else.Emile Astor made her feel much too important and that’s why she was okay with being his mistress. It’s not like he neglected
Emile was hypnotized by Iris. He forced himself to keep his eyes open as she made love to him. As much as he liked having control, he also loved letting her take the lead. He bit his lip as she moved on top of him. He guided her hips up and down slowly, letting the pleasure surge through him. Emile felt himself getting more turned on as he heard Iris’s enthusiastic moans float through the room. Sienna was never like this when they made love. Sienna was much too reserved. She didn’t want to try anything new and exciting and she was almost too submissive. Iris was the opposite. She and Emile never made love the same way twice. She was loud, and encouraging and her body would shake and twitch every time Emile took her there. Iris never left Emile wondering if he had done a good job. He knew from the noises she made and how her body seemed almost possessed by pleasure that he was satisfying her the right way. The two lovers gasped and moaned in sync as they continued their vigorous l
Iris hated going to parties as of late. She didn’t like showing up alone, especially when it was a group of her friends together. She felt like the odd woman out. Everyone else had a significant other or was content with being single. Iris was neither. She watched with jealousy as Joi and Freddie kissed each other. Iris was still shocked that two relationships had come out of that night at the bar. She was envious that Freddie didn’t have a wife and he and Joi could be out in the open. It’s all she wanted with Emile.“Where is Emile tonight?” Korah questioned. “Dinner with his wife,” Iris mumbled. “You see how shitty of a deal this is for you, Iris? You’re miserable at a party while your boyfriend is with the woman he committed himself to! You think that’s fair to you?”“It’s not about fairness, it’s about love. I love Emile and he loves me. You just…you don’t understand Korah. What it’s like to love someone so deeply and have to do everything you can to have them.”“But you don't
Emile hated family brunch. He wasn’t too fond of his own family nor the family he had married into. Though he himself could also be pretentious and judgemental, he felt they were all much worse than he was.Sienna was one of three children that Bruno and Sally Peterson had. All girls. Emile’s wife was the youngest and it was very clear whenever they got together as a family. Sienna could be whiny and her parents fully doted on her. It clearly bothered her sisters: Sonia and Sadie. Emile always found it kind of narcissistic to give your daughters names that had the same letter as yours. Emile himself only had one sister, Carrie. He and his sister got along great. Emile was sure if they were the same gender, they would have been pit against each other growing up by their parents. Instead they had very specific roles. Emile was expected to take over the company and Carrie was expected to be exceptional at something and yet still marry a rich man.They both had succeeded.And both were
Sienna Astor was much smarter than anyone ever gave her credit for.Everyone, including her husband thought that she wasn’t very intelligent. They thought because was pretty, rich and never had to work a day in her life that she didn’t use her brain much.But she did.She had known every time that her husband was having an affair. And every time she had made sure the affair would end without Emile ever knowing. Emile was always pretty good at putting a stop to his affairs, but of course the women never initially accepted that. They would try to get him back and seduce him. Sienna understood that. Emile was an incredible lover and when he had his attention on you, it made you feel like the only woman in the world. To ensure that these women didn’t get Emile back, Sienna would enlist in her secret weapon. A man by the name of Donovan Lewis. She paid this man to seduce these women so well that they would forget about her husband. It always worked. Donovan was incredibly handsome, but
Iris Blair had a tendency to lie to her therapist. While she had told Dr. Verona that she had been having an affair with a married man, she also let her think that she had ended the affair. She could just always feel the judgments from Dr. Verona every time she brought up Emile.However, she felt on that gusty Wednesday afternoon, she had to mention Emile and how she truly wished she could fall out of love with him.“I’m…still seeing Emile.”“I see,” Dr. Verona said slowly. “And how is that going?”“I don’t know. He says he’ll leave his wife in eight months.”“Do you believe him?”“I think so.”“Iris what do you get out of this relationship?”“Everything I’ve ever wanted. Love and a real connection. Emile and I understand each other completely.” Iris explained. “You don’t think he lies to you the way he does his wife?” Dr. Verona peered over her glasses.“Definitely not. I would know if Emile was lying to me. I’m good with that kind of thing. Besides, he has no reason to lie to me.