I Kissed My Husband's Mistress

~Eleven~

Was this a dream? I've never felt like this before. The things I felt, the way my stomach tightened and then unravelled. I was tired, but I wanted more, and I wanted her to feel pleasure.

She turned to walk to the door but I held her hand and stood up, throwing her onto the bed this time and started working on her.

I'm pretty sure some of my cum was on the floor, because that was how explosive my release was. It had me shaking, sweating.

Kissing her lips, then her neck, going down, and up again, my fingers fondled with her nipples, and the other fingers worked their way down, rubbing her clit.

Trisha's footsteps must have been light as feathers, as I didn't hear her enter the room.

"Vivian...."

That wasn't from Jasmine, and I recognise that voice and the tone. It was Trisha.

I turn around, facing her butt naked. Usually when she sees me in such a position, she wouldn't hesitate to kiss me and make me feel great. This time it was different. Her face scrunched up and she covered her eyes, I'm assuming that tears were flowing out.

She runs off, and I wasn't able to catch her. Besides, I was not about to run outside naked.

I slumped back down onto the bed, tired from that, and emotionally exhausted from my break up and what had just happened.

"Sorry Viv. Really really sorry. I shouldn't have.. I should have stopped myself."

Her words did not enter my mind, I was too preoccupied with the matter at hand, Trisha seeing me with someone else.

I'm not cheating on her. We're broken up already. There's nothing to it.

"I'm going to go to work. See you later."

My words came out colder than expected. I wasn't mad at Jasmine, I was mad at myself. I should have stopped it, not Jasmine. I initiated it, not Jasmine.

Few hours later

I hadn't spoken to Chris ever since that night. And today, there wasn't any need for a team meeting. Thank god, I wasn't ready to speak to everyone after this morning.

All I could do now was bury myself further and further into work. Stop myself from thinking about it.

When I got home, I decided to pack my things and head to a hotel to stay for the next few days until I find a place.

Jasmine wasn't home yet and I wanted to do this without her around, asking too many questions.

My emotions were going haywire. Colliding with each other and ultimately affecting how I interacted with my friends and colleagues.

Alice now approached me slowly, seemingly afraid of me. I can't tell whether it's because of the party, or because of the way I changed.

Either way, I knew that staying with Jasmine would only make things worse. So, I packed my bags and left a note, wanting to be as quick as possible. And luckily for me, she had the night shift today, and wouldn't be back for some time.

I know I shouldn't have done that. I should have told her face to face. But I figured it would be harder.

Then, I headed to the nearby hotel that was dangerously cheap, $25 per night. I figured I'd stay there for about 4 nights, until Sunday morning.

"Hello. How may I help you?"

"Hi, I'm here to get a room for about 4 nights, do you have any?"

"Of course. What's your name?"

"Vivian Hunt, here's some ID."

"Ok, we have a room on the third floor, room 3A. Here is the key. What mode of payment would you prefer, and would you prefer to pay now or over the course of the days?"

"Uh.. credit card and I'd like to pay now."

"Alright. Total is $100."

"Here. Any food available around here?"

"Yes, we provide breakfast, and there are a couple of great cafes and restaurants around."

"Oh, ok thank you."

"You're welcome. You can take the elevator or the stairs to the third floor."

I nod and grabbed the key from his hands, heading upstairs with all my luggage.

While on the way up, I checked my phone for any texts from Trisha, and as expected, nothing.

I don't have the authority nor the right to start our relationship again.

Exhausted from the long day, I just plop down onto the bed, throwing my luggage aside, not bothering to unpack.

Before I could even take a shower, my eyelids droop, and darkness consumes me as I fall into deep sleep.

"Listen, I've been thinking."

It was a nice dinner. I wore my finest jewellery and my best dress. And Trisha was just irresistible.

"Yes?"

"We've been together 3 years now. There's nothing else I can do or say to express my gratitude and show you how much you mean to me, by devoting the rest of my life to you, and making you happy."

I get down on one knee, open a tiny little velvet box, and revealed this beautiful ring.

"Vivian..."

"Trisha, will you marry me?"

"Of course, yes! A thousand, million times yes!"

I place the ring on her dainty finger and kiss her while everyone else stares. Some judging, most happy to see a newly engaged couple in front of their eyes.

When we got home, she was falling all over me, sneaking in kisses here and there.

"If you want, just kiss me prop-"

She slams the front door, locks it and tackles me to the floor, kissing me all over.

Sitting up, I get a head rush. I knew it was too good to be true.

For some reason, it was still dark out. I check my phone and it turns out, it was only 4.

Come on! I need to wake up at 5. Might as well just do something since I'm already up.

I take a look around the small room and realise that there's nothing for me to do.

Maybe I could glance at what I need to cover later at the meeting. Boss wants us to push out a new game by end of next year, and it's already October. Challenging, but I think we can pull it off.

I take another look at my phone, noticing the tons of missed calls from Jasmine, and at the bottom of it all, I saw something quite surprising.

(please refer back to the intro chapter, the reason for divorce of Viv's parents have changed)
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