Bombay Mixx

Bombay Mixx - Chapter Two - Part Two

We arrived at the shop with 10 minutes to spare and she tried on the dress.

It was beautiful.

It was a long flowing dark blue satin dress, with discrete diamantes in the right hand shoulder. It really suited her frame and with the obvious approval from the young sales girl, she bought it.

We went for a drink and after a brief catch up we both left. ‘I’m so happy we can still get along after what happened,’ she said as she gave me a hug goodbye. ‘You’re a great woman so what ever happened before is forgotten,’ I confirmed before we made an arrangement to meet next weekend for a girly night out.

My stomach was churning on the way to see Angus and I thought of what I was going to say and how it had to be said.

The Tube ride went unbelievably fast and I was there within 30 minutes.   

As he opened the door, my eyes were hypnotized by the candle light swamping the room and I walked in.

I entered the front room to find the table set for two, beautiful alluring smells coming from the kitchen and sensual melodies humming from the space aged hi-fi which was on a silver stand in the corner of the room. ‘Please sit, I hope you haven’t eaten?’ he asked as he ushered me to my seat at the table. I just nodded as I was too overwhelmed to speak and he continued to pour me a glass of champagne and bring the starter.

The atmosphere was perfect and he was looking as sexy as a rock star singing just to me in a concert and I wondered if he ordered the food in from a posh restaurant because I couldn’t believe he slaved away at the stove and cooked this, just for me, but I didn’t question it. I just enjoyed each mouthful whilst trying not to show I was too impressed. ‘So, is this how you apologise to your wife?’ I blurted out and wondered where that came from?

There was an awkward silence and then he put down his drink and looked at me. ‘I know that you have opinions about me and my wife but I’m telling you, everything you saw in my office was just for show, for the children and the investors. There is nothing between us and hasn’t been for a long time. That’s why it hurt me so much when we had that ill feeling between us after Friday night. I really care about you and don’t want to loose you. Please accept my apology and don’t leave me,’ he begged. ‘Is he really being honest here? Does he really want me? Can I start to think of a future with this man or is it too good to be true? But what does he have to gain from saying all this to me?’I asked myself as I continued to get embroiled in the sexual tension.

‘I don’t know what you want me to say?’ I asked nervously. ‘I want you to say you forgive me and you’ll give me another chance?’ and with that last question, he didn’t wait for a reply, he just got up, pulled me up from my chair and kissed me.

I would have like to have told you that I pushed him away but I can’t.

I continued to kiss him. On his lips at first, then his neck and lastly all over his face and then I was lost in his animal passion.

I cannot say I regretted everything or that it was like the other night where he couldn’t stand to attention because it was the opposite. As I lay in his arms feeling happy and satisfied, I started to wonder what my life would be like as Angus’s wife. Would we be that couple who everyone admired? Would we have children? Who would they look like? After his divorce, where would we live? How would his colleagues at work take his new relationship?