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Chapter one

The perfect wife

I sit by the fire waiting for my husband to return from work. I slowly let the warm mug press upon my lips as I sip off the hot chocolate I asked Rosie to make me earlier. I feel the warm rush of the drink as it trickles down my throat and enjoy the feeling of its taste as it swiftly leaves my tongue. My fingers shiver a bit and I place the mug on the coffee table to release the load off my delicate fingers.
I hear a car pull up in the drive way. It is definitely Diego, my husband, I know but I still have to make sure. I peer through the curtains of the window of our matrimonial bedroom and look down as Carlos helps my drunk husband to the front door. I am not surprised by the scene, it is typical of Diego to return home drunk but a few seconds later, the surprise hits me, he had returned home with another woman.
Her beautiful blonde hair that looked like the warm sight of sunlight woven beautifully into the cold rays of the moon falls perfectly on her straight back and by the help of our well lit front yard, I can't help but notice her gorgeous pearl white skin. Like any other woman my age, I am struck with envy and jealousy which makes my feet force by body down the flight of our stairs to confront my husband.
The first thing I notice is the look on my husband's face. Stress, anger and disappointment. I pity him and get closer. He isn't really drunk but the stress makes him look otherwise. I hold his right hand into mine and kiss it. We usually do it to each other to show a sign of support. Even though our relationship is not as good as it used to be, we still do certain things sort of like traditions. Part of our culture.
I look at the young girl who does not even seem a bit intimidated by it. She is overly confident and looks very comfortable seated on my favorite sofa next to our grand fire place and rubs her feet on my hairy woolen carpet. I feel something manifesting within me, a rush of anger but I contain it. Keeping the argument for the following morning when Diego is very much sober and ready to answer all my questions.

Diego is helped into bed by the help of Rosie and Carlos as I instructed and his slut of an escort is showed to one of the guest rooms on the ground floor.
I choose to sleep in a separate room. I couldn't lay in the same room, let alone be in the same bed as Diego after he just dragged in a girl from who knows where and when his mind is filled with influence of who knows how many glasses of alcohol. I find my way to one of the guest rooms in the first floor that we decided to keep aside for relatives when they came over. The room at the end of the hall was my sisters favorite because it had a great view of the gardens. I choose to spend the night here.
As I prepare the bed, Carlos walks into the room and shuts the door behind him.
"I'm sure you are wondering what Diego is doing home drunk again," he says gently as usual. I like him for that. Besides his well built physique and his thick dark hair, he was a very good man to have as body guard.
"I have gotten used to it already, don't worry about me," I reply lazily and sit heavily on my bed. I am exhausted and I really need to rest.
Carlos laughs at my statement and comes over to help get my slippers off my feet. I didn't ask and it is not part of his job description but he does it anyway. I am humbled by his actions and ask him to stop but he insists and takes off my second slipper. I pull myself towards my pillows and turn on the lamps at the sides of the bed and he walks to the door and turns off the lights. He moves and stands next to my bed, my heart can't help but race. The dim light seems to bring out features in Carlos I had never noticed before like his warm brown almond shaped eyes. His cherry pink lips and the well trimmed sexy mustache just above his lips.
Random thoughts cross my mind. Desires I have never felt since I was a girl of twenty linger and I suddenly have this urge to grab him into the sheets and do things with him that I have not done in a long time.
He leans over and from beneath my blanket, I can feel my palms sweat. Where these feelings were coming from, I could not tell but they seem to be coming with all the energy they have. His strong arm stretches over me as he picks the pin off one of the pillows.
"Wow! Sharp eyes," I compliment.
He just smiles and exposing his straight white teeth and exits the room. I sigh with relief and suddenly the room was not warm anymore.

I have no sleep. Thoughts. Different thoughts have taken over my mind. The girl. Diego and my unexplainable growing feelings for Carlos. I turn and look out the windows but there seems to be no answers out there. I turn to the door and for some reason, I wish Carlos would just walk in, grab me into his arms and make me forget that I was thirty six.
I get off my bed and move to the door, my emotions driving me, I get the feeling of going to Carlos' room and just get into his bed. I walk down the hall and go downstairs to where the staff rooms are. I walk to his room. It's silent. He is probably asleep. My hand reaches for the cold door knob still undecided whether I should turn the piece of steel or not. I take a deep breathe, I am very well aware that what I am about to do may have severe consequences and and will probably haunt me forever and goes against all my catholic beliefs. I turn the knob anyway.
Standing in front of me is a stunned undressed Carlos. Every inch of his amazing body revealed to me. My eyes roll and observe him quickly before he grabs his towel to cover himself. I can't help being embarrassed by the situation, my cheeks are red and I can't tell the degree at which my ears are burning.
I start to move out but he rushes for the door and stops me and invites me in. His chest still revealed to me makes it difficult for me to even come up with a proper explanation as to what I was doing in his room.
I place my thick black hair behind my left ear and try not looking at him and the statement came out of my mouth, "What happened to Diego today?"
"That is why you are here?" He asks and I can hear the disappointment in his voice.
"Did you think I had come for something else?" I say hoping he would tear off my night gown and pull off his towel and everything else would just fall in place.
"I thought maybe for once you would come and check up on me," he says jokingly and we both laugh about it. It was really hilarious how he thought that I, Lana Rodriguez, would have time to get off my bed,in the middle of the night just to check whether an employee was having a good night sleep.
"Your funny. Maybe if I knew earlier that you could make me laugh, I would have given you a raise,"
"You already pay me enough." He says
Now that the awkwardness is over, I turn to leave his room. Fingers stroll on my waist and turn me I am standing so close to him. Our skins touching each other. I could feel everything from beneath my silk dress and and I'm sure so could he. He leans over, his lips within my reach. He knows why I had come to his room. He tries to kiss me and that is when it hits me, I'm married woman. I pull away and rush for my room where my husband lay quietly in his bed. I join him and place my head on his shoulder and my left arm over his chest. It was not as good as Carlos' but it was all I was entitled to.
Even in his sleep, he responded.