Marrying Him, Marrying Her

15

His office was well thought of. It speaks business, formality, power, and strength with it's gray, black, white, and brown colors. I saw him seated on his table. He stood once he saw me.

"Hey, it's really you in my office." he said. 

"Nice office... and the view from here is wow.," she replied.

"Nah, it's concrete jungle. You should see your place soon, we'll be going there Friday so that we can spend the whole weekend.," he said.   "Will you wait for me so that we can have brunch after?"  

"Okay," she replied. 

She settled on the comfortable sofa and started to browse on her phone. Later, she stood and looked around his office. The decors speaks about the work they do and their accomplishments. On his table were papers, folders, phone, a pen holder, and an empty cup of coffee. 

It was past ten when he finally stood and told her that they can go. After speaking with his staff at the reception, they went straight from the elevator to the parking. On their way out, she noticed a car following them. She was about to ignore it but they really are following them.

"Someone is following us," she said.

"It's security," his reply.

Then it dawned on her that in two weeks, this is only the second time she went out with him. The first was to his parents place which is on a neighboring village thus she did not notice anyone following them. She looked at the man beside her and can't see the man she used to see for the past 7 years. She never noticed any security tailing him whenever he visited.

At the restaurant, they were walking towards their table when a tall and beautiful woman in a short green silk dress approached them, slid her arm on the nape of Victor and kissed him on the lips.

Giada stood still, not believing what she is seeing at the moment - her husband being kissed by a woman.

Victor was caught by surprise that he was not able to escape Arita's kiss. He immediately held her shoulders and broke away from the kiss. 

"I missed you," Arita said.

"You should not have done that, Arita. No. Leave us." Then, Victor held Giadas hands as he led her towards the door.

Once inside the car, he tried to touch her face but she turned.

"Don't," she said and looked out of the window. She does not want to look at him because the tears she was trying to hold might drop. She does not want him to see her cry just because she saw him kissed by a woman who may be his lover.