Every Need

Ch. 5

It is about 9:00 pm when we reach the club. We party and drink for hours. "Girl who is the hunk staring at you,"  Monica says. "I turn around to see the green eyed devil himself. It was Drew with a couple of groupies surrounding him. "He is my boss." "You should speak to him," she says. "Why?"  "Put in a good word for me," she says. "Whatever," I playfully roll my eyes.
I'm currently at the bar with Laila. "This is for you miss," the bartender says. "But I didn't order this," I say. "This is the courtesy of Mr. Taylor," the bartender says. "Some one must have a secret admirer," Laila teases. "I assure you I don't."  I take a sip of it. "This is good."  "Are you seriously drinking a alcoholic beverage from some stranger. It could be spiked for all you know," she gets on too me.
"I see you are enjoying the drink," I hear Drew behind me. "Only because I thought it would be rude not to," I say. "Don't you have some groupies to get back to."  "You are always welcome to join," he says with a devilish smirk. "No thanks. I'm sure my husband would disapprove," I playfully decline. "Do you think I would truly care if he disapproves," he says with a glint of mischief in his tone. "So you know him," Laila asks. "I'm sorry. I believe we haven't been properly introduced. I'm Drew Taylor," he says. He kisses her hand. "I'm Laila," she blushes. "Nice to meet a beautiful lady like you." "Nice to meet you too," she responds blushing even harder.
"Will you dance with me Camila?" Drew asks."  "No," I decline. "Come on. One dance isn't going to hurt," he pleads. "Fine."
"Shall we tango," he says seductively. We tango on the dance floor. My body moves with him. We are in sync with each other. Some moves are risky and very sensual, for the tango itsself is sensual. I feel electricity running through my body. It feels so wrong. When we are finish, we receive tons of hand claps.
Head back to were Laila was sitting. "Have you seen Nate, " I ask. "The last I saw him was about an hour ago," she says. "You and that Drew guy seem to be really close."  "He's my boss," I tell her. She raises an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you are sleeping with your boss." "I'm not sleeping with him. How many times do I have to explain myself to others."  "I just don't want Nate to get hurt in the process of whatever you are doing with that man," she warns.
I had to pee, so I stopped by the bathroom. On my way out I hear Jeff talking to Nate. "It's going to come out eventually." What is I think to myself? "Hey guys," I walk up to them. "Do you mind If I steal my husband?," I say. "He's all yours," Jeff looks at Nate with warning. "What is it that you grabbed me away for?" he asks.  "Just shut up," I say. I grab him by the neck and start kissing him. "Woah! What's gotten into you?" he asks surprised. "But I like whatever it is."

When we get to our room, I am overcome by something. I kept thinking about Drew. "Dr..," I almost called Nate Drew.
I didn't let him be in control... I am in control. I am the one dominating his body. He is the one submitting to me. We go on for what feels like forever with our 'love making.                  "Woah!" Nate says in utter shock. "Maybe we should go for longer periods of time without sex more often," he says trying to catch his breath. I got back on top of him. "You want to go for another round," he asks. I kiss him then get out of bed.

Today is Laila's wedding and my last day in Spain. Thank goodness.
We are currently standing at the alter while Laila walks down the aisle. She looks absolutely stunning in her backless, lace dress. The ceremony goes by fast. "You now may kiss the bride. Mr and Mrs. Jamison." Everyone claps as they both walk back down the aisle.

We are all seated at the reception and everyone on is giving speeches. I'm get the sudden urge to Lee, so I head to the bathroom. When I leave the restroom, some of my friends are in the room over talking. They seem to be really upset. "Why don't you tell Camila already."  I step in.  "Tell me what."  Jeff, Camila, Nate, Monica, Stacie, and David are all standing in the room.
"It's nothing," Nate says. "What is it?" I demand. Stacie starts to cry. "Please don't hate me," she sobs. "I'm a terrible friend."  "What did you do?" I ask with dark suspicion. "While Nate and you were engaged, I had an affair with him.  I became pregnant and had a miscarriage," Stacie continues to go on.
Raging mad, I pick up a vase and throw it at Nate, but I miss. "I'm so sorry," Stacie sobs even harder. "Babe I'm so sorry," Nate says. "It was a stupid thing that I did. I never wanted to hurt you like that," he goes on with his lame excuse. "Shut the fuck up!" I raise my voice but not yell.
"We will leave y'all to talk," the others in the room say. I quickly close the door and lock it.  "No one is going anywhere," I threaten. Since y'all knew for years and never once mentioned this to me, and I looked dumb. So y'all are going to hear what I have to say."
"Nate it's always the same thing with you. You cheat and lie and cheat and lie. You never own up to that shit until you get caught.  How many times will I have to keep going through this with you. I always take you back and try to work things out, and you always turn things around on me and say it's my fault if things aren't working. You have cheated on me numerous of times throughout our marriage, and I am sick of it. Why should I even continue to be with you or continue to be faithful? Because you know I can get another man at a drop of a pen.  There are men that wish that I was theirs. I could just as easily leave you for one of them, but I haven't because I love the hell out of you. Loving you is what hurts worse."
"And Stacie, you were supposed to be my friend. There's nothing more I can stay," pissed I walk out the door.