Crazy Love Affair

Chloe - 1

It's 10:30 pm and I can't sleep. I can still feel him...there. Tossing and turning, wanting and craving, for him. For him to go...there. "No...stop it Chloe", I say so convincingly that my nose may as well be growing 6 inches. "He isn't yours". Oh, but how I wish he were mine. His smell, his smile, those sexy lips. Those hands...those strong, manly hands that love to explore every inch of my body. Just the thought of it runs chills down my spine. I'm like putty in his hands. Twisting and turning; molding to his rock hard body. How does he do it? He makes my body melt in more ways than one. I said that the last time would be just that. The last time...but right now I'm wishing that the last time would never end...

I had been seeing Derek for about 5 months and let me be the bearer of bad news - he's married. I would never break up a happy home, but if he were happy with her then he wouldn't need me, right? That's what I had been trying to convince myself, but I believe in Karma, so this time I'm trying to leave Derek alone for good. That man may make me feel absolutely amazing, but he's not mine and it didn't seem like he would be getting divorced any time soon.

I hadn't seen anyone since Derek and I stopped messing around about a month ago, and I was so backed up, touching my shoulder could get me going. Derek was a sex GOD! He made my body quiver just by his eyesight. That man was amazing in every way. "Ugh, I've gotta stop thinking about him or I'll never move on." I struggle to get out of bed and stare over at the clock - 11:45. It's kind of late, but I need a drink. I take a quick shower and I put on my favorite sweetheart cut, red mini dress with some cute black pumps. If a girl is gonna drink, she's gonna do it in style.

When I got to the bar around 12:30, the place was kind of empty. Good, I thought, I'd rather not have to put up with sleazy guys in my face anyway. I ordered my usual drink - a vodka tonic. Around my third drink, the bartender asked if I was alright. Ha...how do I answer that question? I miss the man of my dreams and instead of being with him, I'm trying to be a better person and let the man fix his marriage without me in the way. But of course I wouldn't tell a complete stranger that. "Rough day at work", I managed to slur without raising my head. By him continuing conversation as usual, I know he couldn't tell how sad I was. "That's usually how work goes, I hope your night gets better Miss", he said to me as he took his next order.

I didn't realize how quickly I drank my 3 vodka tonics until I looked at the clock again and had seen 12:54. Oh...that's why the bartender was concerned. "Alright, time to go home". I also didn't realize how drunk I was until I stood up. The bartender looked over at me, worried. "It's okay, I walked. It's not that far", I said to him turning my back and heading out the door. On the walk home, I managed to sober up just a little, very little, but just enough to get up the stairs to my apartment and unlock my door.

I threw my purse on the couch and took my dress off, swayed over to my bed and instantly called Derek. I believed in Karma but I also believed in soul mates and dammit Derek was...IS my soul mate. It's kind of complicated right now, but things will smooth out. They always do. He always makes a way to see me smile. It's one of the many ways he shows me that he loves me. Ring...Ring...Ring..."Hello". His voice sent shivers down my spine. "Hello...Umm". I didn't actually think he'd answer. It's 1 am for God's sake! Oh, no...why did I call him...What do I say? Say something Chloe. But before I could work up the courage to say my next sentence, "I'm coming over", he says. "Okay" Click.

In less than 20 minutes, Derek was in my house again, touching me, kissing me, loving me. "Derek I've missed you so much. Don't ever leave me again," I managed to sneak in a few words in between kisses. "Don't YOU ever shut me out again. I've missed you so much baby. I need my woman." What? He...needs me? My woman...I am his woman and he's MY man.