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The outfit made the dance, I openly admired her beauty and grace. Over coconut shrimp and ribs we talked about the apartment. The furnishings and such made it look like a students residence from at least a decade ago, a messy mismatched arrangement but with clean floors. In fact it was not borrowed, it was a secret gift from a wealthy lover with an even bigger secret. To start things off I asked the question about an affair in general. Is it more tawdry in one's own bed, or in a borrowed bed?

Braden's offer dashed into my thoughts and anxiety began creeping into me. Should I give into Braden's offer? I know fully well that Braden has something cooking up his sleeves for him to offer me this job. He wants to belittle me, mock me and humilate me for what happened between us ten years ago. Back in college, the infamous Braden Hills, was my boyfriend then. He loved me deeply and I did love him too. We even planned on getting married afterwards but life happened. My father abandoned my mother when she took ill and I was left to fend for both my mum and brother whilst still going to school.

he chuckled lowly pulling my arm as he engulfed both Diane and me. After the whole emotional outburst, we all sat down in the living room as we watched a movie on N*****x together while eating popcorn. “So tell me how did you two meet?” I asked in between the movie when Xavier went to refill our drinks. “Erm...his company came to ours to buy shares and I was lucky to meet him then so the rest is history.” she shrugged as she munched her popcorn.

Though our relationship started as an affair, we proved to each other and everyone that love will always win out in the end. Katarina no longer has an affair with the President. What she has is an ongoing affair with her husband…. ME.

Envy underscored his words, along with a strong trace of jealousy. She shook her head. “It wasn’t Jay.” Allowing a hint of the devastation she’d felt earlier sweep through her, she cupped her stomach. “I had an affair with my professor last semester.” Seeing his surprise, she added, “I didn’t know it was an affair. He told me he and his wife were separated, and their marriage had been over for years.” Her lips tightened with bitterness. “He didn’t clarify that their separation was one of geography, while she was on a research project in the Badlands for a few months—and only he considered the marriage over, at least as long as it suited him.”

__________ TRISTAN'S POV I was waiting for Sarah, the woman in charge of my father's food and by the time she came out of her room, I was ready, my hand over her head, pinning her in place next to her door. For two years, I had had an affair with Sarah even though she was married. I had always enjoyed the sex we had because even though she was in her early forties, she had a very wonderful body and was excellent in bed. So I had continued the affair, enjoying the danger it brought me. But when she had begun to get too clingy, I had told her immediately that I wasn't interested any longer. And I had warned her strictly to keep what she knew between us both.

He took a sip of his coffee, "What was the fiction?" It was a direct question. It deserved a direct answer. The closeness, the howling isolation, pressed the words out of me. "That I was loved. That I was chosen. "I leaned against the bookshelf. The cool leather against my back felt solid. "My Fiancé, David, my step sister, Chloe, they were having an affair. In my home. For over a year. I was the last to know. A cliché with a library card." I said it plainly. I watched for his reaction. Pity would have made me angry. Disinterest would have been worse.

If the story ended there, it would have been a simple one. My mother had committed a crime and paid the price. But what if we added their identities? The pregnant woman was Serena Miller. Her lover was Daniel Zimmerman. My father. And also my mother’s husband. Yes. It was the oldest affair story in the world. The kind where your best friend steals your husband. The mess between the three of them was tangled beyond explanation. I looked at Serena and said, “I know Mom made you lose your baby, and then Mom went to prison.”

Nana said, "Will loves Maria. I know what the news is saying, but come on. He's just not the man that they are painting him to be." "Maybe not," Papa responded, a little anger coming out in his voice, "but they keep saying that he had some kind of affair. If he did that then maybe we don't know him. Maybe we never knew him." I'm sure Nana was about to object, but I couldn't take it anymore. I was angrier than I ever remembered being, and it gave me courage. I knew what affair meant. It meant that dad didn't love mom anymore and that he was sleeping with someone else. I didn't understand sex yet, not really, but I knew that affairs were Bad and Dirty and that people who had them killed their

She believed we had taken what was hers. Because of that, she was extremely jealous of me. Scott had originally had feelings for me. Natalie found out and made sure he chose her instead. Later, she went after Colin for the same reason. Anything that belonged to me, she wanted to take. When she said it, everything finally made sense. I had always wondered how she could even look twice at Colin, that weak man. I let out a quiet sigh, unsure what I was even supposed to say. At least now, I finally knew the truth. Looks like the affair backfired, hard.