His phone rang, interrupting us from going any further with our desires and allowing me to attempt to think properly. He pulled away reluctantly as he stalked across the room, seemingly angry at the phone call. He picked it up and hastily said his name. I knew immediately from his tone change, it was Lauren. His wife. I pressed my lips together to hold back any further tears and knew I had to make my decision. It has to be over with Gordon. I wasn’t going to be the home-wrecker. If he decided to leave Lauren for himself, then we would be free to start a true relationship with each other.
I turned and started toward the door when I heard Gordon tell his wife, “Hang on for a second, honey.” The phone click and Gordon ran across the room, grasping at my hand. He wrapped his arm around my waist and again pulled me into a strong embrace.
“Please, baby, please don’t end this.” He placed his strong loving hands on each side of my face and gazed deeply into my eyes. “I promise we’ll be together. I swear it to you, Angelina. I love you. I love you with everything I have. Soon we’ll be together.”
I wanted to believe him, especially as his eyes begged me to trust him. I closed my eyes trying to think clearly, but as his lips collided with mine, I felt his love, his desires and his need for me to trust him.
The phone beeped to alert him there was still someone on hold. His wife was still on hold, just like my heart was going to have to be on hold for him. He stared at me with desperation, as if I had to believe him or he’d die. I swallowed, still unsure of what I should do. He bent down to peck my lips again as I whimpered, wanting to believe him. Wanting to know it was really me he loved. Am I a fool? Am I stupid for believing him again?
“I…I need time to think about this. I don’t know if I can believe you. I just…” the phone beeped again taking me from whatever decision I was making. To be honest, I didn’t even know what I was thinking. I was torn. I wanted him all to myself. I wanted to believe he would leave her to be with me. But I was the whore here. I was the one that would eventually rip the family apart. I would be the one that would break a little boy’s heart.
“She’ll be home tonight. I know it will be difficult for you to see me speak with her, but know that every moment that I’m with her, I’m thinking of you. I’m wanting to be with you. I’m longing for nothing but to be in your arms. To make love to you, to be within your warmth. I love you, Angelina. I love you so much.” He kissed me again as the phone rang out again, the sound seemed like it was angrier than before, if that was possible. “I have to get that. Wait for me in your room and I’ll come visit.”
Surprised, I looked to him. We tried never to sleep with each other at the house during the day for fear the maid would hear us as she cleaned the upstairs. I shook my head knowing that could possibly alert someone to our affair. Affair. That’s all this was. I lowered my gaze and shook my head. I had to end this now.
“Non, I’m so sorry, Gordon. For now, at least we need to end this. I’m so sorry.” I turned and started to walk out the door.
“Just a little longer. That’s all I’m asking for,” he begged as he held my hand and squeezed. “Please.”
“We’ll see,” was all I could verbalize, knowing I was going to break into tears. I quickly raced for the door and left.
Walking at a fast pace in the cool weather, I tried to gather my thoughts about what to do. I should stop this. I need to stop this. The thought of not being with Gordon any more, the thought of his hands no longer on my body created an emptiness within me. A void that I wasn’t sure could be replaced. The reasonable side of me realized this was the same feeling I had after Jacques. I thought my life would end. But it didn’t. I inhaled a cool deep breath, knowing it would help clear my head. I would be fine without Gordon, just like Jacques, wouldn’t I?
I glanced at my watch and realized I needed to turn around so I could pick up Mitchell from school. I wiped my tears and sniffled, finalizing my decision. It was over with Gordon. I could live without him, but how long could I continue working in his household? Seeing and interacting with him every day would be very difficult. I had to be strong for Mitchell and continue until the end of the campaign, when Lauren would be able to search for a replacement for me.
Feeling better about my resolution and knowing it was the right one; I quickened my pace until I reached the house. I turned the corner and looked up. Gordon was leaning against my car, well the car they loaned me to drive Mitchell to activities and school. My heart ached upon seeing him, knowing I had to stay firm, while my body wanted nothing more than to be in his arms, to hear his loving words and to feel his lips all over my body. I inhaled deeply again and hoped the cool air would bring me back to reality. My decision was made and now I needed to remain firm on my stance.
“What are you doing here? Someone could see,” I chastised him, hoping my annoyance would help me keep my resolve.
“Let them see. What can they say? I’m a loving father going to pick up my child with you,” he tried to reason as I walked around the car, trying to ignore my desire to be held by him and stick with my choice.
He opened the passenger door for me and I slid into the seat as he quickly walked over to the driver’s side, my heart beating as the anxious feeling swept over me.
Torn between wanting him and knowing what I needed to do made my heart hurt. I took a deep breath as I watched him slide the key into the ignition and turn the car on, trying not to say anything.
“Angelina, it will be just us one day. It will just take some time.” He put his hand on my thigh and started to rub lightly.
I kept quiet and forced my attention at the scenery passing by. Trees and cars all blended together as I contemplated my own road in life to choose. We both sat quiet, although there were small huffs coming from Gordon every once in awhile. It was as if he were trying to figure out how to make this work.
The car stopped and I looked around at our location, wondering what he was thinking. The surroundings weren’t anything familiar to me and it seemed we weren’t near the school.
“Hear me out, Angel. It’s just a little longer of playing this silly game. I have to make sure it all goes smoothly so that we can finally be together. And we will be together.” His hand reached around my neck as he leaned forward.
As much as I wanted to pull back from his advance, it was as if I wanted one last taste of him. His lips touched mine tender and passionate, begging me to open mine. As I did, his warm tongue met mine, devouring me with need. He leaned over further and pulled the latch to my seat, flipping it to recline and taking the breath out of me.
He chuckled and his cognac eyes sparkled deviously. Fully on top of me, he pulled at my skirt, clutching my thigh as he begged me, “Don’t leave me, baby. Please trust me.” His tongue swept over the tender skin on my neck, sensuous and full of longing. I moaned as my thoughts of leaving him diminished with every seductive kiss he laid upon me.
His hands reached under my blouse, tugging at my lacy bra. His hand grabbed my breast as I pulled him closer to me, no longer fighting what it is we have between us. I lifted my leg, catching the heel of my pump on the window ledge, allowing him full access to what we both really wanted. His hand groped at my swollen tender flesh, the center of both our desires.
“Wet. So fucking wet already. Your panties are soaked with your need for me. You don’t want to leave me. I know you don’t,” he hoarsely whispered as I heard the sound of his zipper and pants unbuckle.
Leave him. I don’t want to leave him. I have to end it between us. The debate continued in my head until he said something that flashed me back to reality.
“This is everything you are to me, baby. Between your loving thighs is the only place I want to ever be,” he growled as he began to tug at his waistband to grab his hard cock for me. Everything you are to me, rang over and over again through my mind.
“Non!” I cried out and was able to muster every ounce of strength I had in me to push him back.
He’s just using me for his pl
easure and that’s it.
He looked at me with furrowed brows as I tried to close my thighs together and turn on my side. Gordon’s body fell to the side as he let out a grunt, possibly from his back hitting the console.
“Dammit, Angelina,” he cried out as he reached for me. I tried to sit up, but my heel was stuck in the window frame, so my attempt was clumsy. Pulling my foot from my shoe, I sat up and tugged at it, finally freeing it from where it was wedged. Gordon tugged at my arm trying to pull me to him. I clutched my shoe and smacked his arm with it and then hit him again in the same place.
“Ow!” He grasped his arm and began rubbing it.
“I’m sorry, Gordon. I just…we can’t do this anymore. I have to end this now,” I told him as I adjusted my skirt back into place. Without looking at him again, I continued, “When you divorce Lauren, we can finally be together.” Tucking my shirt back into my skirt, I knew I was making the right decision. I glanced over to Gordon and his face said it all. He wasn’t happy and he seemed to be slightly angry as he climbed back over to the driver’s seat, turned the car on and began to drive.
I couldn’t stop the tears if I wanted to. I had just ended it with him and I couldn’t waiver on my decision any more. The next few months would be extremely difficult and I tried to imagine what my new life would be like without Gordon’s affections.
Our drive was quiet until we reached the school. He turned the car off and faced me. “You’re going to want to come back to me. And when you do, I’ll be waiting.” His soft voice, coupled with the determination and love he had for me made me break down into tears. He held me close as I sobbed into his shoulder. He ran his hand over my hair, calming me until I could gather myself.
I was going to stay in the car, but Gordon pleaded, “Please come with me. For Mitchell’s sake. I’m sure he’d love to see both of us.”
I swallowed back my tears and my pride, especially as we approached the door to the school. The teacher greeted both of us, handing the sign-out sheet to Gordon as Mitchell ran into my arms. I hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go and enjoyed his comfort to end my sadness.
“Is everything all right, dear?” The teacher asked me as I stood, still holding Mitchell in my arms.
“She’s fine. She just heard from a friend that an old classmate is sick. I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Gordon told the teacher. I tried to contain my surprise by pressing my lips together and giving her a quick nod.
All too quickly it hit me how easily a lie just rolled off of Gordon’s tongue. He hadn’t even paused to think one up; just like last night when he spoke with Lauren about the mussed up bedding.
Chapter Four
Angelina
“What will you do with your evening out, Angelina?” Lauren asked me later on that day. I couldn’t look her in the eyes as we stood in the kitchen while I made dinner for Mitchell. I pretended to be completely engrossed in what I was doing.
Lauren arrived earlier than she had initially planned. Thankfully, I was playing with Mitchell in his room and Gordon was in his office. We hadn’t spoken since his lie to the teacher at school earlier today.
That lie made me question, yet again, the truthfulness of what Gordon wanted me to believe. To put faith in him that he would eventually leave Lauren and marry me. As much as I wanted the fairytale ending, the seeds of doubt were far too deep.
I swallowed not knowing what I really would do tonight. “Umm, a movie. Maybe.” It was all I could come up with since I was really limited to what I could do at night. I wasn’t supposed to go to a bar, even though I have access to the town car to take me to and from. But my contract specified that I would stay out of the public eye and away from such places that might draw attention to their family.
“Are you okay, Angelina? You seem a little sad tonight,” Lauren touched my arm and asked with a calm, caring voice.
I couldn’t meet her eyes, especially since she was reaching out with kindness. “Fine. I’m fine. I think I’m a little homesick, that’s all,” I lied. It occurred to me how easily it rolled off my tongue too.
“Well, you have your break coming up after the elections are over with. You’ll be able to fly home and visit, if that helps a little.” Her compassion felt like knives twisting in me as I realized that he was lying to both of us. He had to be. A woman extending such support wouldn’t do so to the woman sleeping with her husband. And that’s all I was doing. Sleeping with her husband.
I tried to push back the tears that were welling up in my eyes as I pressed a smile and nodded my head. “Yes, that does. That does help a little. Thank you, Lauren.” I still couldn’t look at her. “I’m going to head out to dinner and then see a movie, if there isn’t anything else you need from me?”
“No, I think we’re all set for tonight.” She turned to Mitchell and hugged him tightly. “Right, big guy? We’re going to watch our own movie tonight and pig out on junk food for fun!” Mitchell laughed as she tickled him and kissed his little cheek.
Ridden with guilt, I turned and started to walk out of the kitchen, but was stopped at the door as she called out, “Angelina.”
I turned, meeting her ocean blue eyes. “Yes?” I tried to break my gaze as she offered a small smile.
“Make sure you take the town car tonight. Now that I’m home, I’m sure there’ll be all kinds of reporters and strangers out there. Tony will take you where you need to go.”
I nodded, realizing she was looking out for my safety as well. The guilt in my stomach tightened and nausea attempted to take over as I inhaled a calming breath. I definitely needed to be finished with her husband. He was lying to me and I really knew it now as I was receiving the nurturing thoughtfulness of his wife.
Tonight I would see a movie and try to lose myself in it. Maybe I would see two.
Chapter Five
Conner
The bar was crowded tonight as I swept my eyes around the huge open space. I had just told my girlfriend that I was completely finished with her. Again. I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to hear the last of it since every time I break up with Mary I receive a lecture from my mom. Mary is supposed to be the epitome of the perfect wife-to-be. Except none of the people who kept telling me that had to sleep with her. In bed she was more like a cold wet fish. I shivered as I thought about the last time we had sex, remembering how she just laid there looking out into space.
I continued to look around the bar until I noticed a gorgeous brunette sitting by herself directly opposite from me. Watching her from across the bar, I pretended to talk to my friends. Not that I’d really call them friends. Snobby assholes leeching off their rich parents was more along the lines of what I’d call them.
“Conner, did you hear what I just said?” Billy asked as he hit my arm. I nodded and then tilted my beer bottle toward the stunning woman sitting across from where we were. Her long brown hair draped over the front of her shirt, covering her breasts. She quickly flung her locks over her shoulder, her eyes flicked over to mine. I inhaled deeply as the corner of her mouth turned up, giving me a small smile. I got a chub just staring at her glossy lips when they parted slightly. When her tongue ran over her bottom lip, I thought for sure I’d lose it. My eyes glanced back down to her chest. The swell of her breasts was barely visible, unless you looked as hard as I was. Probably like most of the guys in the bar were.
“Hey, do you know who that chick is?” I asked him without taking my eyes off her.
“Oh wow. That’s the girl Tommy was talking about. He almost ran into a tree when he saw her at the park with a little kid. Fucking MILF, man. She’s hot.”
I nodded and stood up just as some older guy sat down next to her and started to speak. A certain bravado ran through me. The kind where you just want to kick a guy’s ass for just being near something you want. The woman seemed interested in him at first, but he must have said something that annoyed her as I watched her roll her eyes and play with the swizzle stick making the olive swirl around in her drink.
“You gonna go for it?” Billy asked as I began walking toward her. I nodded to him quickly as I rounded the corner and glanced around the bar, making sure no reporters were around. It sucks having to check, but it was always worth it. I was pretty sure none got in tonight, but you never know.
I grabbed a bar stool near them and leaned on the counter. I wanted to be able to hear what they were saying or rather what he was saying to her. She seemed uninterested as she glanced around the room, until her eyes met mine. Her dark, almost gold eyes gleamed when her perfect lips flashed me a small smile. My heart pounded out of my chest just from that look and then a surge of jealousy snapped through me as her gaze returned to the asshole trying to pick her up.
Swordfest time and I wasn’t about to lose this one. This chick, well, really I’d go ahead and call her a woman, even though she seems close to my age; she looks nothing like the college girls I know. Definitely nothing like Mary, thank God. I stood behind the guy and leaned on the bar with my beer bottle in front of me. My heart was still pounding and I wasn’t sure if it was because I was about to go up against this idiot or because I was so anxious to speak with her.
“I own hotels all over the country and this is one of my finest. I’d really like to show you how nice it is,” he said as he reached out to touch her. I wanted to laugh and as I glanced over to view her face, I noticed she did too. Our eyes met and again that same excitement shot through me. I grinned at her as if we had our own private joke about the guy.
Then…she spoke and I almost came right there. Her sensuous French accent caused my dick to harden instantly. Staring at her lips as I listened to her sensuous voice almost made me push the guy out of the way.
“Your line is a little tacky. I’m very sorry that you feel the need to lower yourself by telling me your portfolio,” she kindly told him, her voice sincere and lacking of the bite it probably should have. Her eyes bore into mine as she continued, “Men should always be upfront with their intentions. If you want to fuck me, don’t try to dangle money in front of my eyes. I’m not anyone’s whore.” Her eyes darted back to the guy she was attempting to brush off. Only he didn’t get it and tried to backpedal.
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