Her Secret Affair

Chapter 14

Frankie spent his weekend in a foul mood, drinking. Ever since Brianna sent him that text on Friday, he had been restless. That is why he couldn't turn down Joseph's invitation for a drink at their house. He had to see her. That is why he was at the shop in the first place, he had been about to call her to ask her to come when he bumped into Joseph.

On Saturday, he woke up filled with anticipation. "I cannot lose her now, not again. I will take whatever I can get, but I cannot lose her." Disappointment seared throughout his body when he didn't hear from her. He was already halfway through a whisky bottle when she had texted to say she would see him on Monday instead. He cleared out the bottle, working his way through another one come Sunday, wondering whether she was being pleasured by him. Jealousy filled his chest. The feeling was always with him whenever she went home. He wanted her with him, he wanted her to leave Joseph for him. 

Riiiiiiiiinnnnnnng. Riiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnng.

He threw his phone down on the floor. "That damn alarm." His head pounding from all the alcohol and not enough food. It was 6 in the morning. He dragged himself out of bed, and into the shower, letting ice-cold water hit his body. 

"Hey, Adam," talking through the phone with his assistant later that morning, "I will not be coming to the office today. If there is anything urgent give me a call."

"Yes, Mr. Sim."

He was in no condition to be at the office. He wouldn't be able to concentrate in the first place, and he also wasn't in the mood to be around people. He stretched out on his sofa, deep in thought, until sleep took over him.

As he woke up, he saw her sitting quietly opposite him.

"I knocked, you didn't answer. Your door wasn't locked," she explained quietly.

"How long have u been here?" he asked, noticing it was almost 2 pm, worried that she was about to leave.

"Since 1."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"You looked like you needed the rest."

"I guess it's time for you to be heading back into the office then."

"I took the afternoon to sort out some personal matters," she smiled softly.

"Can I get you something to drink?" he asked halfway up from his seat.

"Sit, Frankie. I'll make us some coffee. Have you eaten anything today?" she asked as she moved comfortably in his kitchen. "Not yet," he replied as he watched her rummaging through the fridge. They had spent so many days during the past 4 months at his house. They had cooked a number of their meals together in that kitchen. His mind flashing back to the times he had lifted her up on the counter, or those stolen kisses as they cooked.

"Brie," he started.

"Here, eat something, and then we can talk?" she interrupted, handing him a ham and cheese sandwich and a cup of coffee.

While he ate, she talked about Nicholas' time at the beach. He smiled at her in admiration, he always loved when she talked about her son. When he finished his last drop of coffee, he leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes, listening to the sound of her voice. As she slowly trailed off, he slowly opened them again and looked at her.

"Are you ready to tell me what changed?" he asked softly.

"What do you mean?"

"What made you not want to see me?"

"Frankie... This is hard for me. I cannot keep living a double life. Every day I'm living a lie, and I hate that. When I'm with you, everything makes sense. It is getting harder and harder for me to walk out that door. And when I get home, and I look at my son, I wonder what the hell am I doing with my life" she rambled.

"Brie, what if I told you I do not want you to leave? What if I asked you to stay with me?"

"I cannot take my son away from him."

"Is Nicky the only reason you are staying with him? Do you love him?"

"I will always love Joseph," the words like a knife to his heart, "we have had some good years. I cannot just leave."

"And me?"

"You make me feel like me..." she said with tears swelling up in her eyes. His heart ached to go to her and kiss them away. "...everything is so easy with you. And for the past 6 months, you have consumed every moment of my thoughts... I ache to be with you..."

"Then be with me. You know how I feel about you. How I have always felt."

"No Frankie, all these years you never told me how you felt about me. Even now, I don't even know what this is... Or what you are doing with me..." her tears trailing down her cheeks.

In one swift movement, he was kneeling in front of her, his forehead pressed against hers, her face in his hands. "I cannot see you cry. Not again," he whispered, remembering all those years ago when she would cry about Joseph. He kissed her eyelids, one by one. His lips slowly kissing her tears away. As his lips neared hers, "Frankie, we cannot do this anymore," she pleaded softly, her hands against his chest.

Ignoring her pleas, he slowly kissed her. The salty taste of her lips making his heart ache. He could feel it swelling within his chest. He kissed her again, pouring his emotions into that one kiss. Willing her to understand how he feels about her. He could feel her slowly responding to him, her lips parting against his. His tongue brushed softly against her, as her hands grabbed on to him.

"Frankie," she cried against his lips. "Let me love you, Brie," he muttered softly. He stood up and lifted her up in his arms, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck. He carried her to his bedroom and slowly put her down on his bed. His eyes staring deep into her soul, he unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it out of her skirt, before taking it off her. He then removed her skirt, leaving her lying down in nothing but her bra and knickers. In one swift move, he lifted his t-shirt over his head, leaving her admiring the way his muscles moved with his body. He stood from the bed, removing his shorts and boxers revealing his hard dick standing up. He climbed back into bed, hovering over her, before bending his head down to claim her lips. 

He kissed her with everything he had, emotions welling up inside him, the past ten years pouring from his body. His hand found the clasp to her bra and unhooked it. He felt her wiggle under him, removing her panties. With his emotion so strong, he didn't have much foreplay in him. He slowly glided into her, the intensity of his emotions making it hard to control himself. He paused, trying to regain control. She involuntarily moved her hips, pushing him deeper inside her. "Brie," he moaned as he slowly glided in and out of her. He loved being inside her, he loved how she felt around him. This is the only woman that has ever driven him crazy, this is the only woman he has ever loved. "I love you so much," he moaned softly as he came inside her.

He laid there on top of her, their bodies still as one, for a minute or two before reluctantly pulling his body away. He shifted to his side, and leaned his head on his hand, propped against his pillow. His vision slowly cleared, no longer blurred by his overwhelming emotions. He watched her as she looked at him with those hazel eyes. "You love me?" she asked softly.

"I always have, Brie. Why do you think I am still single and unmarried after all these years? No one can compare to you," he told her. As she lifted her hand to touch his face, something on her collarbone caught his eye. She could see the moment he saw it, he froze, the wave of jealousy flashing over his face, before he could maintain his composure.