Obsessed

Suspicion

Alexandro didn't know how me managed to make it home safely, with everything that was going through his head at the time. He took slow steps to the front porch, contemplating what he'd say to Leandra when he got in the house.

Would he tell her what happened? No, he thought. Rosalita was clearly drunk, and telling Leandra would only upset her; but what if he had lipstick plastered all over his face?

It's not like I'm the guilty one,Alexandro thought. He slapped his face a few times, hoping that his eyesight would clear up. He still felt overly tipsy, and sick to his stomach. He unlocked the door and trudged inside, looking around the dark house. He didn't have any idea what time it was. He closed the door behind him and made his way upstairs, heading for Leiandros room.

He opened the door quietly and peeked in. The baby was fast asleep in his big boy crib, thumb in his mouth. After a few seconds of staring at him, he closed the door and prepared himself to enter the master bedroom.

"Stay strong," he whispered, taking slow strides in the direction. Once he reached the doorway, he was relieved to see that Leandra was asleep. He began to tiptoe toward the master bathroom, his intentions set on washing himself completely of Rosalita. As he was just about to make his escape, the lamp cut on. He froze in place.

"Hey, baby," Leandra said tiredly. He turned to face her and watched as she flexed her muscles. Alexandro looked at the bedside clock and read that it was a little past 2 AM.

"Leandra, sweetheart, hey," Alexandro said, a forced, sheepish grin on his face. He couldn't face Leandra at the moment, not with the drunken faze that he was enduring– it had been a rough night. She smiled warmly and patted the spot beside her on the bed.

"Come here," she said, relaxing against the headboard. He stood by the bathroom awkwardly, contemplating his next movement. She narrowed her eyes. "Well?"

He walked over to join her, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. She crossed her arms mockingly, a joking smile on her face.

"Are you gonna kiss me or what?" she asked impatiently. He slowly leaned in, watching as her eyes drifted closed. He pressed his lips against hers momentarily, not hesitating in pulling away, just in case Leandra would be able to taste Rosalita's lip gloss.

As Alexandro pulled away, Leandra smelled something odd on him. It was without a doubt, perfume. It had to have been some cheap perfume that Leandra would never be caught wearing. She must have had a look of horror on her face, because Alexandro expression turned to worried.

"What's wrong?" he asked quickly. She stared at him for a second and cleared her throat, shaking her head. She quickly replaced her frown with a smile and looked down.

"It's nothing," she responded. He stared at her for a second before exiting the bed.

"I'm just gonna go shower," he said, pointing toward the bathroom. She nodded, and he went to enter the bathroom swiftly.

Leandra slowly rested her head against the pillow, taking a deep breath. There had to have been some reason why he smelled like another girls perfume, that didn't involve the scenarios that she had in her head. She knew that her husband was faithful, but she also knew that those Halloween parties could get wild. Why else wouldn't they allow spouses?

She shook the thoughts away, clearing her throat once again. No, she thought. Alexandro is faithful. He has no reason to cheat on me. He must have run into some chick who was wearing too much perfume and it rubbed off on him. Everything is fine.

Leandra patiently waited for him to finish his shower as she twiddled with her thumbs. After what felt like hours, the shower cut off. Minutes later, Alexandro strolled out of the bathroom shirtless, with some sweat pants on. He smiled at Leandra as he fell into the bed, wrapping his long arms around her body.