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Chapter~1B

He's a good husband, an amazing one. A very sweet and loving guy he is,I don't deserve him. I don't deserve him because.. I failed to stick to my vows. He loves me dearly ,he does. But doesn't doesn't do it enough to keep me mounted in his love.

"You s-should get ..going now." In between breaths I stuttered. He wasn't any silent either,his huffs were interrupted by soft chuckles as he turned to face me, his eyes revealing a revived dark forest green which shone against his dark, bushy eyebrows and his lips carved a smirk as satisfied as can be.

"You really ...outdid yourself today woman. I couldn't keep up." He uttered. His gaze softened when he realised that we weren't in accord,

the moment had faded.

"What's the matter?" He shoved the sheets and heaved his body in an almost up straight position, allowing his arms to support his sweaty, well trimmed body.

Guilt of the fact that I had the wrong man in my sheets caught my tongue. Lust got the better of me, again.

Aware that I had gone deep in thought,he placed a distracting kiss on my neck, followed by a few more. A dark moan escaped his throat and his tough masculine palms traced up the outline of my bare thigh from under the sheets.

"We cant keep doing this, Nate. It's not right." I scolded hesitantly, with the shame of my promiscuity having intoxicated my soul.

He strayed from me, and silence filled the room, until a bittersweet sigh left his nostrils. His teeth were clenched together and gums printed on his finely shaped jaw. This was a sensitive topic for both of us, to him a frustrating one.

"We spoke about this already, Dani." He composedly responded. Dani, short for Danielle. "You said you wanted me, didn't you?"

"Nate I.."

"Didn't you?" His voice deepened, facial expression darkened. He still had a prominent charm to him even with the absence of a smile on his face.

I nodded yes.

It's true, I persuaded him to come with me. What lady doesn't want a man who makes time for her, in the midst of all that he has to do? Taking it that the rightful man doesn't?

After a few thorough strokes of my hair I finally crafted the best words to describe the commotion in my head to him.

"Its just that I ... I'm confused Nate. Everything is just so messed up right now. It's all getting out of hand." With my palm mounted onto my forehead, I uttered.

I didn't expect him to understand whatsoever. We had some how agreed to a sexual relationship and nothing beyond that. Then again, I didn't want him not to understand. I couldn't afford to feel any more loose by accepting that he wasn't emotionally attached in any way to me.

"Fine then. I have to get back to work." He said in response, incinerating me with his ignorance. Apart from glancing at my direction, he reached for his pants - a suit piece.

"We're still talking, where are you going?" I asked. Having these words give a dry sensation to my throat.

"I just said that I had to get back to work. Any more stupid questions to ask?" I swallowed deep at his glare that tore through my skull alongside his bitter utters.

He grabbed his wristwatch and pitch black iPhone from the nightstand. Beyond and beside the expensives, laid the picture of my husband and I on our wedding day, with our priceless smiles glowing like never before,probably never again. We were scared,naive, but our souls were stronger than our fears and consciences. And as far as being unbreakable, we were.

Atleast that's what we both desired.

I felt the walls of my heart cave in as guilt and shame leaned on them. Betraying my husband never tastes sweet, neither is it bitter while I'm at it.

My attention drew back to Nate,who was repositioning his tie. His face had an unusual glare to it. A blithely, crust glare.

"So what? You're just going to leave like ... Like I'm an object of some sort that you pay to use?" I allowed my heart to express itself.

"I'm a visitor here,and I think I've overstayed my welcome." Emotionlessly,he replied.

"What are you t-"

"I'll see you tomorrow at work. Take the rest of the day off." He stated quite frankly,seeing himself out in the process. Remaining after his departure was the scent of his cologne. One I believe should be every woman's dream and every mans desire.

*

As used as I felt,I still had it in me to scold myself for upsetting him. I wouldn't say he was anticipating much by expecting all this not to get to me because I assured him that it wouldn't.

'No strings attached'- was it?

They suited me well because by agreeing so, came benefits that my husband,Chris Cameron, couldn't offer. Out of all the benefits - however - attention outweighs them all.

Time seems to stroll past when one has nothing to do. This was after doing chores around the house and changing the sheets to rid Nates cologne. Most of the chores were unnecessary, although they helped keep my mind occupied. Once in a while I would drift into thought of how loose I've actually become. How proud my mother would be if she were to be seeing this. Of course that was sarcasm. I lost her at the age of 16, a tender,fragile age. Adolescence age. A single mom trying to do what needs to be done for survival, forced into prostitution by situations. Life caught up with her and well, she died of sickness. Little Dani was there to witness it all.

Her decease didn't deprive me of any joy then because there wasn't a bond anyway, no love was given away,no love was received. I never wanted to be like her, and my mind was always set on that note. Instead I went to school. Highschool was where I met Chris. We were head over hills in love. I do tend to wonder if the title of being married is the reason behind the quenched fire between him and I. He proved love to be a reality, and I guess I greedily couldn't have enough of it. Both love and attention. Its a drug, you want more, you demand stronger, you become an abuser and if it isn't at your reception, you take it forcefully.