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Iʋσɾყ Mαყ 18ƚԋ Qυҽҽɳʂ, NY
As I awoke in the soft morning light, I could feel the weight of the previous night's choices settling heavily on my conscience. And on my body. Although we didn't have sex, being spread eagle on the bed didn't help soothe my hip muscles much, not to mention having my legs wrapped around his neck while he ate me out into oblivion.
As I turned my gaze toward Xaier, who slumbered shirtless and peacefully beside me, I sighed deeply, a profound sense of guilt gripped my heart. It was as if the world outside had finally came back from its pause, allowing me to confront the reality of my actions.
I couldn't shake the feeling that I had betrayed not only my marriage but also my own principles. Although everyone else may have felt like my husband deserved this, I didn't feel right going tit for tat with him. As far as I was concerned now, we were both one in the same, I couldn't criticize or cry about him cheating when I had just done the exact same thing. Not to mention I was barely even sure that he had cheated.
Sighing to myself of, I grappled with my tangled web of emotions. Guilt, regret, and shame.
I took a slight glance at Xaier, and carefully, so as not to wake him, I slipped my half nude body out of the bed. Making sure that his deep, peaceful slumber was undisturbed by my departure. The room was filled with a quiet that was both comforting and unsettling to me considering the stark contrast to the storm of emotions within me.
I slowly slipped on my airport clothes that I had previously removed, once again, and quickly yet quietly tiptoed out of the bedroom. The unfamiliar surroundings of Xaier's house felt strangely disorienting in the early morning light, but I was on a mission that couldn't wait.
I needed to get the hell out of here.
Wandering around the humongous house, I struggled a little to find a room that even looked remotely familiar for a while. Eventually, I managed to find the kitchen, a beautiful one may I add, the centerpiece of the kitchen was a massive, gleaming marble island, extending generously to provide ample room for culinary creations and casual gatherings.
High-end stainless steel appliances gleamed against rich wood cabinetry that adorned the walls, overhead, a series of crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, plush, upholstered barstools lined the island, and it was all well-equipped with a professional-grade stove, multiple ovens, and a generous walk-in pantry.
Still tip toeing around, I managed to stop near the large marble countertop and reached for my phone, instantly clicking Nayeli's number. I knew that out of everyone; I could confide in her, share the turmoil of my heart, and seek the guidance I so desperately needed. After all, she was the one who saw this coming between me and X in the first place. She'd know how to fix it right?
