Dante's Love Affair (SAMPLE - Story moved to Inkitt)

Chapter 3 ~ The Truth

Song: OneRepublic - Let's Hurt Tonight

...Quinn...

I breathed a large sigh of relief the moment I stepped inside our home, if I had of known one fuck was going to cause this much trouble, I would never have gone but working out can only relieve so much stress. Guilt crashed over me and all I wanted to do was fall into a heap and cry. Why did he have to kiss me? The second I walked into that room, my core was on fire. Our time together was so brief, hell, I didn't even get undressed. I have no idea what his foreplay is even like, why must my body act this way? Fuck, was I really that pathetic? Obviously.

I climbed the stairs to our bedroom, the weight of my decision hung heavily to my shoulders. I gave in and weakened and now this is my price. The shame and humiliation was bearing down on me so much but when I entered our room, there was my husband. The most brilliant man I'd ever known, greeting me with the biggest smile his weakened body could handle. "Hey, handsome."

"My love, how did the meeting go? You look weighed down?"

"I'm happy now I've seen you. It was good; I think they really are a great choice you've made. I'm just going to have a shower and then Angelique should be up soon with your supper."

I slumped over to the bed and kissed his forehead before grabbing my clothes and headed to our bathroom. The water hitting my tense muscles was not strong enough to beat out the stress of the afternoon's events. Yes, my husband was thirty years my senior and no one understood our relationship, hell, no one had too and it was simply none of their business. No one at Tri-Star batted an eyelid when we married; they knew we were in love. What they didn't know was the rest of it.

Tritium and I had known each other a long time, he was my father's friend, up until we got engaged and their view on our relationship was voiced. Unfortunately, they decided to wash their hands of the both of us. I couldn't blame them though; they had no idea what we were facing or the reasons behind my accepting his proposal.

Slipping on a camisole and a pair of lace panties, I climbed into bed beside my husband, even though it was only four thirty in the afternoon. He moved his oxygen wires out the way, so I could snuggle in closer under his arm and ran his fingers up and down my back.

"What worries you, my love?" His tone was huskier these days, then again, a lot of him was worse these days. His grey eyes still alluring as ever and still held that childlike wonder I always adored. His brown hair was showing more greys but the worst of it was his body, shutting down the sicker he became.

"Everything worries me, it's me. When were you going to tell me about stopping your medication?"

"Angelique sold me out?" he asked incredulously.

"No," I chuckled, "you think I wouldn't realise you've been a lot more alert?"

"You know I hate them."

"I know, but seriously Tim, they keep you with me longer."

"My love, they also keep me in a vegetative state, I'm always muddled and confused."

"You're also alive." I snipped back.

"Don't, it's been almost two years since we've made love, is it wrong that I want to die a happy man? Being able to make love to you?"

I shook my head side to side, god I was selfish. Tim and I created the 'anonymous' app purposely so I could find someone for pleasure and since its launch, Dante had been the only one I'd used it on. Now here was my unbelievable husband, giving up his treatment to make love to me, god I am horrible. "No," I practically whispered, extracting myself from his arms.