The other women

One.

Here I was, driving in a cab to a hotel again, wearing my sexiest lingerie because I knew he loved it, I never thought this would be me, I don't know why the universe was so cruel to send someone my way that was already taken, and not just taken but the real deal he was married and I was the other women,

I was a well-known model; I worked for Vogue and Victoria's Secret. I had my whole career ahead of me, and here I was in a cab driving to a man who wasn't mine. We stopped in front of the hotel, and I got out, making sure I stroked all the wrinkles out of my dress.

I walked up to the room he had for us, and I took a deep breath in the elevator, looking at myself in the mirror; I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I could not help it. I was in love, and I wanted this to last as long as I could.

He captivated me, and he made me feel like the only woman on this planet. I stood in front of the door, taking a deep breath; before I knocked, he opened the door, and he smiled, pulling me into the room.

Flashback

Let me explain: I met Michael Williams when I did a photo shoot in Spain. He was on a guy's trip, and I remember that day like it was yesterday. Me and Mia, my best friend, were lying on the beach. We were done with the shoot, and we decided to stay a week longer to enjoy ourselves.

We saw this group of guys laughing and playing volleyball on the beach. I noticed Michael immediately; he was so handsome, and he had a great body and black hair. I could not see his eyes. The ball got hit by one of his friends, and he came running to us to get the ball. When he looked at me, I saw he had the bluest eyes I had ever seen; he took my breath away.

He smiled at me, and I swear if I was not lying on my back, I would have fallen over; he made my knees weak, and still do. "Afternoon, ladies," he said, and I smiled. "Hi," I said, and he walked back to his friends, saying something to one of them, and they looked our way.

"That guy is fucking hot is he not?" I ask, looking at Mia, and she nods, laying back down. "He is also married." "What?" I ask, shocked because I did not see a wedding ring; then again, I was not looking at his hands, to be honest. "Yeah, he is wearing a ring," she says, looking at her phone, and I sigh, lying back down.

We sunbathe for a while and then decided to go back to the hotel. Just as we wanted to leave, the same guy, aka Michael, came up to us. "Hey, sorry, I wanted to know if you would like to go out with us tonight?" he asked us, looking at me, and I looked at Mia; she looked him up and down and folded her arms. "Is your wife joining us?" he frowned and then shook his head.

"No, we are on a guy's trip; some of my friends are single, though," he says, looking at me again, and I nod. "Okay fine, where are you going?" Mia asks, and he smiles. He told us the club name and we agreed to meet them there at 8.

We got ready and then we went to the club he told us to. We saw them sitting at a table and Michael waved at us. We walked to them, and he introduced us. "I am Michael, this is Liam, John, Adam, and Will," he says, and we shake hands with all of them.

"I'm Ava, and this is Mia," I say, and he smiles. We sat with them, and they ordered drinks for us. They asked us what we do for a living, and we told them we were models. They were all attorneys, and I was impressed.

I was shocked to hear they also live in Boston, just like me, and I could see Michael smile. We had a good time, Mia had a thing for Adam and she gave him attention. I was not interested in any of them except Michael, but he was taken, and I knew that.

He did not talk about his wife at all and I found that weird. At the end of the night, Mia went back to Adam's hotel room. "I will walk you back." Michael had said, and I accepted; I know it was wrong.

The whole way to my hotel, we talked, and he was such a nice guy that he walked me to my door. "Well, Michael, thanks for the evening and walking me back here," I say, and he smiles. "You're welcome, we should meet up again before we go back," he said and I frowned looking at my hands,

"Okay," I said looking at him, and then he kissed me, at first I was shocked and then I kissed him back, there was just something about him and I knew he was married but I could not help myself; I finally came to my senses and I look at him.

"We can't do this. You are married," I say, and he nods, rubbing his chin. "I am sorry, I couldn't help it, you are a beautiful woman, and there is just something about you," he said, and I nodded. I opened the door.

"Good night, Michael," I said and closed the door, and that is how it started. We slept together the second night, and we decided to see each other every chance we could.

Back to present

"Hi beautiful," he says as he kisses me, and I smile, kissing him back. "Hey," I say, walking deeper into the room. "How was your day?" he asked, pouring us wine; he always had my favorite wine and food at the hotel. "Busy and yours?" I ask sitting at the table overlooking the city.

"This case I am working on is kicking my ass," he said, giving me the wine, and I thanked him. We never spoke about his wife; he would just mention her now and again when he was frustrated, but he knew it made me uncomfortable talking about her and his daughter Lily. I nod looking at him.

"You look tired," I say, and he sighs. "I am, but I am happy you're here," he says, and I smile, taking a sip of my wine. I stood up and walked to him, taking his glass and putting it on the table, and then I went to sit on his lap, straddling him.

"Let me make you feel better," I said, kissing his neck, and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I kissed him, and he deepened the kiss; I was falling for this man more and more, and I knew I shouldn't.

I stood up and pulled him to the bed; he sat on the bed, looking at me with a sexy smile. I took off my dress, and he smiled, looking me up and down, and when his eyes met mine, I just saw hunger.

I climb back on top of him, just my lingerie on, and I kiss him; he deepens the kiss, taking control, and that is what I love about him. He knows how to control me in every way. He unhooked my bra, and he scraped his teeth against my collarbone;

I moaned and threw my head back. He flipped us so that he was on top, and he took off his tie and shirt; I smiled at him and ran my hands over his abs; god, he was so sexy. "I need you," I say, always needy for him, and he smiles.

"Tell me what you need baby," he says, kissing my boobs. "You inside me," I say, and he smiles, ripping my thong and removing his pants. He took a condom and put it on. We always used protection, and I did not mind; I was not ready for children.

He thrust into me, and I moaned; he was never gentle with me, and I loved it; he would have his moments, but he satisfied me so much. He sucked my nipples and my neck like he couldn't get enough of me, I couldn't get enough of him. I cum with a loud moan and he smiles, and cum's kissing me again.

I am excited to write this book. Please tell me what you think. I know cheating is wrong, but I wanted to write a story like this.