C O N F E S S I O N S OF A SIDEBOI

CHAPTER I

"How did this happen, Daniel?"

"How could you allow yourself to be dragged in a situation like this?"

"How did it even start?"

"When did it even start?"

The questions Naomi asked rang through my memory as I sat there waiting for this interrogating to be over. There was no one else I could call in a dreadful time like this. Naomi was my best friend and one of the best criminal lawyers in the city of Atlanta. She was the only one who would have my best interest and would charge me a little less than any other defiance lawyers. She was drilling me with so many questions and I really didn't have many answers to give her. I didn't even know the answers to the questions myself. This was going be a long evening and trust me it was just beginning.

It was 8:17 pm when I began to zone out from all the questions Naomi asked. She drifted from being a lawyer to being a bestie to even acting like my mother. She was ruthless in her quest for answers. Of course she knew I didn't do it. How could I? I was just a petite man standing at only 5 ft 6 inches weighing a little over 130 pounds. How on God's earth would I do this all by myself. "Daniel!" she screamed. "Don't you dare fall asleep on while I'm trying to help you. Do you know the amount of trouble you're in right now? Paul is nowhere to be found. All his clothes are gone, his money was transferred into a Swiss account and his car was found in a ditch around the corner of his apartment. He is gone D. So you better wake the hell up and start answering these questions.

I gave her all the attention I could and answered as many questions as possible. It was like someone had created this hell just for me. I mean, everything just flew smoothly like this was all supposed to happen and nothing I did could have prevented it from happening? From the moment we met there was this bad vibe I got from Paul but I didn't want to make it into anything. He was the perfect guy from me. He was intelligent, sexy, and talented and he had a lot of money. Remembering how we met brought tears to my eyes. I got so angry at all the memories we made, at how much I loved that man and even angrier at how much I wanted him to come rescue me as he had done so many times before.

This was starting to feel like I was in an episode of NCIS and in the end someone would figure out who the real killer is. Sitting there in that questioning room, there was not much I could do but think. I thought of many times when we were together and wondered if there were signs that I had missed. It was hard to think on all the things that happened because most of it was good. He was a great actor. Everything was done to the T. But I still couldn't accept that he had done this to me. That he was the main reason behind me sitting here. He couldn't have pretended to love me for all that time to just leave me hanging like this. There had to be a mistake. Naomi saw the tears rolling down my cheeks. She consoled me. This was what I needed, a friend who would be there for me. Someone whose shoulders I could cry on. She held me tightly and told me everything would be ok and for a small moment I believed her but then my mind went back to the situation at hand. "Was this his plan all along?" I thought, "Was this his plan to frame me for the murder of his wife?"