The other women

Three.

I woke up the next morning and got ready to go to the airport, at least New York is only 40 Minutes from Boston, I could have driven there but the agency insisted that I fly, they pay for it so I don't care,

I am doing a shoot for Victoria's Secret today and I wanted to tease Michael, I will send him photos of the sexy lingerie I am in, I know texting as we do is a big risk but it makes it all the more exciting,

I walked to the car waiting for me, and I texted Mia, telling her I was on my way to the airport; Mia is the only person on this planet who knows about me, Michael, and she hates it; she has given me an earful since it started and I just ignore her.

She was waiting at the airport already, we were doing the shoot together. "Morning," I say while hugging her. "Morning, bestie, ready for today's shoot?" she asked, linking our arms as we walked to the check-in gate. "I am excited even," I say, and she laughs.

We were flying on a private plane, and I could get used to this; we sat opposite each other when I received a text.

Michael: At work, so let me know when I can phone you, I miss your voice.

I smiled at his message, and I replied he could phone me as soon as we were done taking off. Mia looked at me with raised eyebrows, and then she frowned.

"Please tell me that is not Michael and that you finally found a man who is available," she says, and I look down, shaking my head. "Fuck Ava, it's been months. You need to put a stop to it; is he going to leave his wife?" she whispered, yelling, and I looked at my hands.

"I don't know. We don't talk about her," I admit, and she nods. "Listen, Ava, I'm only saying this because I love you; he is never going to leave his wife; they always make promises, but they don't.

I know men like him; they want the cake and eat it too," she says, and I just look down. I hate to admit it, but she has a point, she put on her air pods, pissed off at me again, and I lay my head back.

She is right of course she is, why would he leave his wife and daughter for me, but a small piece of me wanted to believe that he would come to his senses one of these days,

I have never asked him to leave her, and I don't want to. He needs to make that decision on his own. I text him that he can call, and I walk to the back of the plane to get privacy. "Hi beautiful, how are you?" he says as soon as I answer, and I can feel the butterflies in my stomach.

"Good, on my way to New York, and you, how are you?" he sighs, and it sounds like he is closing his door. "Good, must be in court tomorrow, so we are preparing for that," he says, and I smile. "I miss you,"

I say, and I can hear him smile, "I miss you too; maybe tomorrow, we can see each other after my court case, of course," he says, and I smile. "Yes, you can come to my house. I will cook for us," I say, and he laughs.

"I would love that," he says, and then I hear a female's voice talking to him. "Hey baby, I need to go, but let me know what time you get back, and then I will see you tomorrow," he says, and I smile. "Okay, have a good day," I say and we hang up

We landed in New York, and Mia was her old self again; we walked into the studio where the photos were being taken, and soon, the day just flew by, makeup was being done, we dressed in different outfits, and we posed.

I took a few photos of myself in the lingerie that I think is cute, and it was around 7 when we flew back. I sat and sent the photos to Michael. I know I am taking a risk, but I don't care.

Michael: You're killing me

Me: Good, making sure you don't forget me

Michael: Couldn't even if I try, which I don't.

Me: I am on my way home; it was a long day, and I would have loved to have you for some stress relief.

Michael: Wish I could, baby; I have work to do.

Me: I know. Have a good evening. See you tomorrow.

Michael: You too

I put my phone away, smiling. I wish I had him to go home too; instead, I am going to be at home alone while she (his wife) can sleep next to him. I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts.

"Hey, I am going out with some people want to come?" Mia asks, and I smile. "Sure, why not?" I said, and she smiled. I went to my apartment to quickly change, and then I met Mia at the club. I walked in, and it was busy.

I found her with some people, Emily I know and Sarah. I hug them both, and then she introduces me to the men there. Gabriel caught my eye. I'm not going to lie; he was hot, but Michael was hotter.

We had a nice evening and we danced a lot. I had a few drinks, and I was enjoying myself; it was good to get out and not sit at home hoping Michael would turn up.

Gabriel was a nice guy, and we danced a lot and talked; I could see myself with someone like Gabriel, but I have Michael. "So are you single?" he asks, leaning closer to me so that I can hear him. I frown at how I answer this.

"Not I am in what they call a situation ship," I say, and he laughs. "So I still have a chance?" he asks, and I blush. We took some photos together well Mia and I did not see her snap the picture of me and Gabriel sitting close together, the rest of the night was fun and by 3 we all decided to leave,

I said goodbye to them and got in a taxi. I drove home exhausted, a day like today always made me tired. I lay in bed after removing my makeup, I think with being a model at some shoots, you barely wear any makeup up, and then you get shoots like today where you have too much makeup on. I scrolled through my phone and my mind kept drifting to Michael.

If I was not in a relationship or whatever you want to call us with him, I would probably be here now doing something with Gabriel. It was ironic. He is sleeping next to someone, but I feel too guilty to do that. I got a text, and I grabbed my phone, hoping it was Michael. It was not. It was Gabriel.

Gabriel: Hi, just wanted to say thank you for tonight was fun

Me: I had fun too it was nice meeting you

Gabriel: We should do it again

Me: Sure, have a good night

I lay back, and I cannot stop thinking about Michael. Is he sleeping by now? Is he and his wife having sex? I can't believe that because every time we are together, we have sex unless he has a good sex drive.

I should not be thinking like this, I thought turning to look at the wall. I have never met his wife, but I have seen pictures, and she is a beautiful woman; his daughter looks just like him, and I could not understand why he would cheat on his wife.

I have asked him once, and he said it was because he doesn't get anything emotionally from her. I finally fell asleep with Michael's face on my mind.

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