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Nine: A Night To Remember
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Unfaithful: Web of Betrayal Ten: When?
When did it all start? Was it when his cheek brushed against hers when they danced? His voice whispered in her ear telling her what a wonderful time he was having with her, how beautiful she looked under the dim lights of the seaside bar. Was it when he took her hand and swirled her around to land in his embrace over and over again? Until his embrace no longer felt out of place but was expected, she wanted to end up that close to him. He felt new to her, exciting. Or did it start when they first laid eyes on each other? Is there such a thing as an instant attraction? It felt like it. She tried to avoid it, didn't she? Or maybe, it started even further back before they even met. When her world crumbled to pieces when she found out her husband had slept with another woman for reasons she has yet to understand. He loved her, he adored her, and he told her she was everything to him. Yet it didn't stop him from sleeping with another woman and tarnished their once flawless marriage for a
Unfaithful: Web of Betrayal Eleven: The Morning After
She woke up still tangled in the sheets that were evidence of the night's rumpus. Staring at the picture on the wall she didn't even notice was there last night. It wasn't a dream, she didn't imagine it, as far as her memory allowed her to remember, she enjoyed it very much. What happened to guilt? Why hasn't it knocked on her door? It was the weirdest feeling ever. She looked at the man who gave her one of the best nights of her life and saw his peacefully sleeping face under the sunlight. It stirred her inside. Did Declan feel the same way in the morning when he woke up next to that woman? She wondered if his affair had driven her to that bed. She didn't have an answer to it. Whatever it was, it doesn't justify what she did. Had the man not been Roman, would she have done the same? For that, she has a firm answer, 'No'. There was something about Roman that she just couldn't resist. He slowly opened his sleepy eyes, bright blue against the ray of sunshine, his long lashes glisten
Unfaithful: Web of Betrayal Twelve: Day Five
She never thought that holding hands would become a thing for her again. Being married for so long, Declan barely ever holds her hand anymore. Occasionally she would loop her arm around her husband's arm at formal events. A peck on her cheek to show his friends that he loves his wife, and of course all the jewelry on her body that he bought for her, or rather custom-made for her from one of his jewelry stores. But never that warm grip between her fingers pulling her everywhere he walks, a nice wet smack on her forehead, the top of her head, or small cute kisses around her neck the way Roman did to her. He really made her feel like a teenager again. He took her walking by the beach and had breakfast at one of the beachside cafes. He was acting like a love-crazed teenager, teasing her, seducing her, and laughing, he looked happy. Something she hadn't seen in Declan in years when they were together, nor she had seen it in herself. Her eyes were always scanning their surroundings, worri
Unfaithful: Web of Betrayal Thirteen: Day Six
"Adele ... Adele ..." He kept calling that name when they made love. It made her feel like a fraud. He was saying things that made her heart swell. Intimately. He devoured every drop of her and still he wanted more. More of Adele. They barely sleep that night, knowing that it would be their last night together ... naked. They lay on top of each other all night, not just inside each other. He ran his fingers through the length of her hair, "I love your hair." She didn't reply. "I love the way it smells ... long, and soft," he gathered all her hair in his hand and clenched it into a fist, "It feels nice to pull them when you bend ... and I like the way they feel on my face when you're on top of me." She covered her face with one hand and laughed, "No one's ever said that to me about my hair." "It's true," he laid her hair over her shoulder down to her breast. "I bet you'd look even hotter if you keep them long down to your waist," he traced his finger down to her pelvis. She smil
Unfaithful: Web of Betrayal Fourteen: An Afterthought
He hits the shower in his room washing away all the sea breeze from his hair. Flashes of memories from the night before ran through his mind. They were showering together with her back against the wall, he hovered over her, kissing her under the trickling water. Her breath was in his ear sighing in pleasure when he lifts her up and pushed through her. He scrubs his hair with shampoo. She had become the only thing occupying his mind for the last few days, it wasn't an exaggeration when he told her it scared him. It has always been his weakness, when he fell, he fell hard and he never fell this hard for someone he barely knew. His male ego wanted to pursue it, he had to have her, and he wanted more. What was he to her? A nice lay for a few days while enjoying her luxury cruise? He saw how people noticed them as soon as they got back on the ship, an odd couple, not because of their age. He knew her concern about his age but what was more concerning was actually their social status, she
Unfaithful: Web of Betrayal Fifteen: Day Seven
He woke up on the king-size bed of the Ludus Oceania special suite, looking up at the mirror on the ceiling. She was fast asleep by his side, stark naked, they didn't even bother to put on a robe after crazy passionate lovemaking the night before. He thought their sex couldn't get any better after two nights on the island, but he was wrong. What's gotten into her? He didn't ask. She basically tied him on an invisible leash since dinner and dragged him into her suite. Undressing him even before the door was closed and stuck her tongue in his throat. She was on fire and he was the fuel that lit her up in flames. His muscles were sore. He stretched his arms and reached down to his morning glory, he was ready for her again. 'Jeez,' he muttered to himself. He can't seem to control his body anymore, this woman was igniting every single cell in him down to his very core. He stood up and walked around the suite looking at pieces of artwork that were on display. Each of them probably cost 10
Unfaithful: Web of Betrayal Sixteen: Choices
It was the husband. He knew it. The guy whose wife he's been fucking for three nights in a row. What does that make him? When she pushed him back and leaped off the bed with her phone. What does that make him? Is she just playing with him? Of course, she was, she'd said it from the beginning, she wasn't looking for a relationship but he was too foolish and too stubborn to let it be what it was. He was in love like a lovesick puppy who expected he could snatch someone else's wife in the course of a few days. A rich man's wife nonetheless. It wasn't her fault. He got himself into that mess and now he's trapped. Because no matter what he does, he couldn't get her off his mind, he wanted nothing else, just her. To know that she belonged to someone else was like having a knife stuck in his stomach. The worst part is, he didn't have any right to express his frustration. He stared into the ocean from the deck and skipped breakfast altogether because the incident that morning just sucked al
Unfaithful: Web of Betrayal Seventeen: The Poet
Did he cause her pain? Did she regret marrying him? What was the reason for the sadness in her smile when they first met? All these things were in his mind but he retained himself from ever mentioning 'the other guy'. He didn't want to ruin the last two days he had with her. He'll take what he can get. Whatever she's having with another person is not relevant to what she's having with him. He refused to acknowledge it. She was his and his alone on that cruise. He wouldn't let go of her hands. His arms looped around her every second she was near. At the deck, by the pool. His lips on her cheek, her temple, her forehead, he was madly in love with her, ignoring all the gazing eyes from the crews who knew who he was and probably wondered what he was doing with one of their VIP guests. "I'm yours ... don't give myself back to me," he whispered in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her from the back underneath the dim light at the upper deck. "What?" she was amused. "Rumi ... the poe
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