I smiled widely when I heard the sound of the front door opening. I walked quickly into the foyer and stopped short, unable to keep the grin off of my face when I saw Wilmer's back, shutting the door behind him as he put his suitcase down. I walked forward and practically jumped on him a she turning around, squeezing tightly.
"You're home." I breathed out, squeezing my eyes shut as his arms came around me.
"I'm home, Hermosa." Wilmer said, and he kissed my forehead.
"I missed you so much." I pulled away slightly and slightly tearily up at him. "I'm so glad you're home."
He chuckled and leaned his forehead against mine. "It's good to be back."
I leaned in, but before my lips could touch his he began to walk further into the house, leaving me standing in the foyer.
"So what do you want to eat tonight? We could go out."
I blinked a few times, confused by the rejection, but follow him into the kitchen. I put my hands on his sides, under his shirt and slid them around to his back. "Or we could stay home... Make something here. We could watch a movie and light some candles..." I pressed my body against his and bit my lip as I looked up at him through my lashes.
Wilmer sighed. "I really don't want to cook."
I shrugged. "So we'll order takeout."
He but his lip. "fine. "
I dropped my arms from his body. "What is going on, Wilmer?"
He raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
I sighed. "You've been gone for nearly a month. All I want to do is lay in bed and love you, but you haven't even kissed me."
Wilmer sighed. "Nothing Dems. I'm just tired. It was a long plane ride."
"So? You wanted to go out to dinner!"
"Because I missed you! I wanted to do something romantic."
I raised an eyebrow. "You and I both know if I had a choice between going out and being romantic, or staying in and being romantic, I'd choose staying in."
"That's why we're staying in." He gently kissed my forehead but when I leaned in, pulled away. "I have to unpack."
I grabbed his hand. "Sit down and relax. I'll get you some wine. I'll put your stuff in the laundry."
"You don't have to-"
"I want to." I cut him off with a look and walked tot he foyer, rolling his suitcase into our laundry room. Mary, our housekeeper, was surpassingly still there.
"Mrs. Valderrama. I'm sorry to be here so late. The laundry took longer than usual."
I smiled. "Don't worry about it. Can you quickly sort through this suitcase into wash and dry piles? I'll have someone take the dry cleaning down tomorrow."
Mary nodded and smiled, opening the suitcase. Just as I reached the door though, she spoke, her voice shaky. "Mrs. Valderrama?"
I turned. "Yes?" My heart dropped to my stomach and I closed my eyes. In her hand was a gaudy, neon green, lace g-string thong.
"Forgive me, Mrs. Valderrama." She murmured. "But I don't believe this is yours."
I slowly took the cheap polyester material and breathed in sharply. "Mary, you tell no one of this. Go home. I'm not angry with you."
She nodded once and I, clutching the lacy underwear, marched out to where Wilmer sat on the couch, his head resting back with his eyes closed. I hesitated for a moment, then put the panties behind a pillow on the armchair. I shoved all thoughts and doubts out of my head and sat down next to Wilmer, curling into his side. Wilmer opened his eyes and looked down at me.
"Are you okay?"
I slowly exhaled and swung my leg over his waist so I was straddling him. I put my hands on both sides of his head and pulled his lips to mine. Wilmer pulled back bur I followed, my mouth not leaving his. My hands began to unbutton his dress shirt, pulling it open and running my hands down his chest.
"Demi-"
"Stop." I whispered. "I need you to love me right now. I need you to be my husband right now. Wilmer. Please. Make love to me."
His eyes searched mine for a few moments, and then he pulled my mouth to his.
I laid on Wilmer's chest, a blanket lazily thrown over our naked bodies on the couch. I was holding back tears. Normally, during sex, Wilmer and I would look deep into each other's eyes, the connection transmitting much more than words could ever say. But this time, he kept his eyes closed. He didn't pull me close although our bodies connected, mentally we couldn't be more distant. I sat up after a few minutes and buttoned on Wilmer's dress shirt since it was the first piece of clothing I touched.
Wilmer reached out to touch my shoulder. "What's wrong Demi?"
I wiped my eyes and reached behind the pillow, throwing the green g-string at him. It hit his chest, and fell onto his lap. Wilmer stared down at it, his mouth open a bit in shock.
"Demi... I can explain."
I shook my head, letting out a quiet sob. "Did you sleep with someone?"
"No."
Relief shouldn't have flooded my body as quickly as it did.
"Demi I promise you in the past eight years, I have had sex with only you."
I bit my lip. "Did you kiss anyone?"
He looked down. "That's where it gets complicated."
I curled into a ball not he couch, as if somehow hugging myself could keep my heart from shattering, and my world from falling apart.
"Uncomplicate it then."
Wilmer took a deep breath. "We went to a bar, and started doing tequila shots. I was so drunk it's all a haze."
"So you could've fucked someone, huh?"
He flinched. "No Demi. I would've known if I had. There was this girl, I didn't even know her name. She helped me get to my hotel room. She kissed me and I didn't stop her. I thought she was you. It felt good so I kept going."
"How far did you go?" I whispered, my eyes closed.
"We were both naked with the condo on before I stopped."
My heart cracked in two and I let out a small sob. I felt Wilmer's hands pull me towards him nd I wormed into his side, pushing my face into his neck. "How could you?" I half-moaned.
"I'm so sorry Demi. I'm so sorry."
His arms came around me and he kissed my temple. His embrace felt like home, like shelter from the storm even though he created it. I didn't know how to not go through life without him.
"Why?" I whispered. "Why would you do this to me? To us?"
He sighed. "I know it's no excuse, I was drunk baby. I thought it was you until she spoke."
"What did she say?"
Wilmer looked down. "She just... She moaned and I realized it wasn't you so I pushed her off of me."
I shook my head and pushed myself up. "Wilmer... This isn't the first time something like this has happened! How am I supposed to trust you after this?"
"I know, my love. I know. I'm so sorry. Please Demi-"
"You know what's the worst part?" I let out a pathetic laugh. "The worst part is that I still love you, and the way you make me feel." His eyes widened, and the corner of his mouth lifted until I continued. "But I still hate you, and how bad you hurt me. I love you, and I hate you. I still can't decide which one I do more."
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