All Chapters of Illicit Affair: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

We weaved our way through the dining room until we were led onto the terrace. I had to admit, West’s parents had style. They also had money. A shit ton of it. Even though they were wealthy, they didn’t let it get completely to their heads. For example, they still treated me exactly the same as they did before they had all that money. I saw West’s parents wave at us from the table. As we approached them, West gave his mother a hug as his father embraced me. After a quick moment, West and I switched and I greeted his mother. “I’m glad you guys could make it,” his mother, Lynette, said with a happy smile. We were worried you would cancel.” “Of course not,” I answered and looked at the empty seat at the table. “Where’s Wren?” “He called and said he was running a few minutes late,” West’s dad, Dean, answered. “

“You’ll see,” he quipped. After another few minutes, he poured whatever it was in a bowl and sat it in front of me. I looked at the contents in the bowl and back at him with surprise. He smiled sheepishly. “I remember you always like it when you didn’t feel good. You used to have your mom make it.” I looked at the bowl of tomato rice soup again. My chest tightened and I smiled at him. “Thank you.” I started sipping the soup and I instantly started to feel better. I glanced over to Wren who was watching me intently. “You’re staring.” He smiled and a chuckle escaped him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. It’s just—really good to see you, Cath.” “You, too, Wren.” It was the truth. Now that I thought about it, if we had our reunion in a not so public place, I probably wouldn’t have had an attack. I h

“Do you want your usual?” Wren asked with a charming smile as I sat down next to him at the bar. “Or are Cosmos not your thing anymore?” I laughed as I sat my purse next to me. The crack of a pool stick combined with the winning music of a dart machine sounded behind me. “Cosmos are still my thing,” I told Wren with a laugh, “but I’m feeling something a lot stronger tonight.” “Bartender!” Wren called as he held up two fingers. “Can we get two shots of tequila, please?” “Coming right up!” The bartender called. “Yes!” I exclaimed. “I’m starving. I don’t feel like making any decisions tonight, so you can order for me. You know what I like.” Wren ordered our food and I was counting down the minutes before the bartender brought us our shots. Maybe this night ou

I massaged my temples as I waited for the Keurig machine to make my coffee. When I woke up this morning, I remembered why I didn’t like tequila. The aspirin that Wren gave me last night barely did anything. It wasn’t his fault. I tended to be a lightweight when it came to hard liquor. I definitely felt it this morning. I woke up with a pounding headache, grogginess, and a strong urge to call in sick to work. But I pushed that aside and came in anyway. Well, first I had to take an Uber to go pick up my car, then I came to work. After all, I couldn’t very well call in sick the day after my boss approved my mysterious days off. One other thing that started my morning off unusually, were the missed calls from West. I really should have taken his call last night, but I was drunk and I didn’t want to say something I would regret. I was still pretty mad at him. Which is one reason I was glad I ended up m

He pulled a slice of pizza from the box and leaned back in my dining room chair. My eyes were drawn to the way his muscles flexed beneath the black shirt he was wearing as he took a bite. Thank God I was chewing my food, or else I would probably be drooling. “It’s okay. My mom keeps constantly inviting me over for dinner. I think she’s overcompensating.” “Yeah,” I laughed lightly, “your mom was always a little overbearing. But only in the best ways.” He scoffed at me playfully. “My mother has always loved you. More than I think she loves me and West.” I shook my head as I wiped my mouth with a napkin. “She’s not going to like me when I show up to this family trip with barely anything nice to wear.” Wren’s brows drew together. “What do you mean?”