Disarray

Superstar - Noam Dar (part 1 of 18)

We will be starting off with Noam Dar! So, without further ado,

Hey, little bit sexual...you've been warned. Sorry, it's in the first chapter if you aren't comfortable with this, but I decided it's a better way to see her mental battle while she's with him than when she's not.

I know this is completely wrong, but I can't help myself. I can't help but indulge in temptation and flirtation.

"Wait," I state trying to keep my breathing even.

"What?" He mumbles less than an inch away from my lips. My body aches for him to just kiss me already, for him to have his way with me. But, my mind knows that this is super unwise and ultimately a mistake.

"I'm a married woman." I breathe out attempting to make it sound like I didn't want this to happen, even though no matter how much I told myself no. I want it more than anything. Being with my husband for just over 3 years, and I've never felt this way before. The rage of fire between my legs, and a sense of lust in my eyes.

"Yeah, so?" He questions before staring deep into my eyes. Almost as if he can see right into my soul, I shiver and muster up the courage to come to my senses. I've got a husband, I can't allow myself to take this any further. I push him off of myself and turn around. I squeeze my eyes shut tight to have the image of him fade away,

"This is wrong. I can't...we can-" I turn back around to face him, and he's standing just a few mere centimeters from being pressed up against my chest.

"You can't say that you don't want this. Especially after all this. I mean, I can tell just by a look of lust in your eye." He says with a cocky smirk. His cockiness makes him all the more alluring.

"Cassie, he doesn't have to find out. We just keep it between us." He says after gently placing his rough and calloused hand upon my soft, smooth cheek. My willpower weakening second by second as I look up into his chocolate brown eyes.

I quickly look away, and stare straight at his chest, at the black button up shirt he's wearing that's clinging beautifully to his skin. Hugging his muscles tightly.

"You're far too inexperienced for me to stay," I say making up a quick lie. A lie that neither one of us dare to believe, but as of right now it's all I've got. I can't give in, he's like the devil on my shoulder, clouding my judgment when I know in my heart that the angel never leads me astray. Right now, I need to listen to that angel.

"I could prove to you in a million ways, just how wrong you are.." He says as he takes my right hand, putting it on the back of his waistband of his pants. (I'm not sure if that makes sense, English is hard...and so is Noam, but I wonder which is harder) His hand seems monstrous compared to my dainty one, I wonder just how different the size of him compares to my hand. I leave my hand as is, I take a deep breath as he guides my other hand to where his hard on is restraining against his pants.

My breathing hitches.

"What now?" I question shakily, no longer hiding my angst about this entire situation. I don't know what to say, or what to do for that matter. The angel in my head keeps saying that it can't be so wrong, if it feels so right.

"We can continue this, and you can eat your words or we can forget that you were just oh so close to...begging, on your knee's for me. I mean, I'm a fan of the first option, but as long as you're on your knees, then who cares." He states with a smirk, he knows that at this point all my willpower has faded. And he'd get what he's come here for.

"One sided are we Mr. Dar? That's a little selfish isn't it?" I question teasing him slightly. Despite how far in I may seem, I can always just say forget this and leave, I can just call my husband and pretend that what Noam and I are about to do didn't ever happe-

I get broken out of my thoughts by a low breathy moan. I hadn't realized I'd been subconsciously tracing circles on him. I shut my eyes, and sigh.

He already thinks that he's winning this, and what am I supposed to do?! I can't say bye and leave him. Especially while I might not be moaning I was truly feeling this moment. I'm fucked no matter what I do.

Literally, if I stay here with him.

I can't believe I'm actually considering this. I can't believe I'm actually considering cheating on my husband, the love of my life, the man that has been with me through everything these past few years.

"You gonna do something, or should I maybe give someone else a call." He says removing my hands. He takes a step back. I raise my eyebrows, there's no way in hell he'd call another girl if I didn't give into his flirtation. At least he better not,

"No one else can make you feel as good as I ever could." I say in a low growl, having enough of his bullshit. I guess, my mind was made up! I guess, I'd be giving Noam one shot to show me what he's got.