A Famous Affair

A Famous Affair chapter 10

My life over the next couple of months revolves around a passionate, wonderful affair with the sexy Jonny Riley. Lying has now become almost routine. I flit from being with Shawn, to clandestine meetings with Jonny in hotel rooms. When I am sat with only my private thoughts for company, I despise myself for what I am doing, because bottom line . . . I'm having an illicit affair.

In spite of that, Jonny and I have begun to share more; we are getting incredibly close. We laugh, joke, cry, talk, and then fuck. Our relationship has grown into something truly special. We aren't controlling it. It is controlling us. We have almost settled into our own beautiful, but sordid relationship. What we are doing actually feels normal.

On the face of it, my life remains normal. Work has been going really well and life with my family remains the same. Lydia and Jake Carter's relationship is blossoming, too. They've been on weekend trips together and Lydia has even met his parents, which she didn't even freak out about. Usually, the mere mention of 'parents' and Lydia has her rocket high heels on; and is out of there, followed by a text message of 'it's not you, it's me.'

My birthday is fast approaching and Jonny said he wants to do something special. Instead of meeting at a hotel, somewhere in the country, he wants me to visit his home. To say I am surprised and anxious, is putting it mildly.

My birthday happens to fall on a Thursday, but I can't tie in a meet with Jonny until the Friday, as that is when I have a trade show to attend in Kent. As soon as I have finished up there, Jonny has arranged for a driver to collect me and take me to London.

I'm relieved the driver isn't to be Beef. Although he's definitely more receptive towards me these days, we still have a long way to go until I feel completely at ease with him. The only downside of a stay at Jonny's, is I have to walk in with Miss Sour Puss herself, Erin Laurelson. If that isn't torture enough, I also have to wear a disguise. Jonny doesn't want anyone seeing my face for fear that questions will be asked.

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The day before my birthday, I'm at home catching up with chores around the house. Working four days a week means the house doesn't get cleaned as often these days. Jonny wanted to pay for a cleaner to come in, but I declined his kind offer, as I didn't want to raise eyebrows with Shawn.

I'm busily cleaning the oven when Shawn comes in holding a swanky boutique bag. I smile as he walks over to me, looking very pleased with himself. "Hey you, get those oven gloves off and get your sexy ass over here."

"I'm all dirty Hun, what is it?"

"Quick, come and see." He beckons me over excitedly.

I stand up, feeling a little sweaty as I pull off the dirty, greasy gloves. "What have you got there, is it a gift for my birthday?" I ask, smirking.

Shawn grins. "It is, now have a look."

I peek into the bag and see a beautiful turquoise fabric. I pull it out by the hanger and hold up the most gorgeous dress. It's a vintage style 1950's Rockabilly dress with a beautiful, heart-shaped bust and a flared skirt section with pretty pleats. Shawn has even bought the gorgeous matching petticoat to go with it.

I stand there in awe of this fabulous dress, simply too lost for words. "Do you like it, Babe?" Shawn asks.

"Do I like it? I bloody well love it! Thank you. It's stunning, Shawn." I throw my arms around him.

"I've booked us a meal at that posh place in town for your birthday tomorrow night . . . you can wear that." He has a radiant smile on his face and it's moments like this that I realise why I am so terribly lucky to have this wonderful man for my husband. He's so thoughtful and sweet; I truly hate what I'm doing to him. Is it possible to care about two people in two different ways? I know that's utterly selfish and cruel, but I can't control how I feel. Shawn is my rock: handsome, kind and safe. We've grown up together, married and have two beautiful daughters. He strives to make the girls and I happy because that is what makes him happy.