secrets

part 1

"your collar is twisted." you hear from behind you, causing you to turn around. you see a stranger, tall, in a dark suit with dark hair hiding his forehead and most of his dark eyes. he smirks at you, when he notices you staring.
"i'll do it then," he mumbles as he reaches over and fixes your collar. you were dangerously close, and for a moment you lost yourself in a fantasy of kissing him there and then and running away to some foreign island in his company. you grounded yourself again when his hands pulled away, lingering on your collarbones for a moment longer than they should have.

"thanks," you whispered breathlessly, as he turned to leave. "wait, i don't even know your name." you blurted in a haze of attraction.

"do you need to?" he mysteriously replied.

"well i'd like to."

"mateo." his husky voice and half closed eyes were inwardly making you swoon, along with his muscular physique peaking out from under his expensive suit, the top button of his shirt was undone and tempting, but seeing as you were in public you controlled yourself. mateo was the man you always dreamed of, but you were stuck with your boring and 'picket fence' type wife, that you weren't even attracted to. your family were cold and unforgiving about gay people, so you faked falling in love with her to save yourself.

snapping out of it, you stuttered your name in return. "i'm isaac." mateo shook your hand and you heard a faint crinkle of paper. he nodded, quickly turned round and slipped away before you had a chance to object. in your hand was a scrap of paper, which read;

mateo- xxxxx-xxx-xxx

you blushed and shoved the paper in your pocket. your heart sinks as you think of your wife at home, who is lovingly preparing dinner for two right about now, unknowing of your feelings for the opposite sex, and lack of feelings for her. you can't let her know about this, yet all you want to do is scream out that you're gay and you're sorry and you hate yourself for marrying her. you shook your head to clear your mind of the stupid idea, and hurried back to work to try and get mateo out of your mind.

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slipling through the door and closing it as quietly as possible, you were hoping that your wife wouldn't hear you come in so you could avoid her, but she heard your shoes squeak on the floor. cursing yourself, you plastered on a fake grin and held her tightly, as she babbled on about her day. she lead you to the kitchen, slipped off your blazer and kissed you deeply as it hit the floor. you shamefully kissed back, wishing it was mateo that was pinning you against the kitchen counter and not katie. just the thought of mateo doing that made you excited, and your wife leaned back in surprise.

"wow, you've never got that hard that quick.." she smirked, sliding her hand down to meet your erection. you grunted, her feminine hands were not what you craved.

"long day at work." you mustered, as she slid down her work dress.

"oh, i'm not complaining." she pushed you down onto the counter, pulled off your underwear with her teeth and took off hers seductively. she climbed on top of you and you shut your eyes, imagining mateo's toned body and dark tan, his rugged mouth biting your tender skin and his curly hair tickling your chest. the thought of his masculine hands running over your body helped you play it off like you were into what your wife was doing.

finally she was finished, and dinner was over, and you were both in bed. next to you was your wife snoring, and you were wide awake thinking of... him. the guilt coarses through your veins as you pulled out your phone and typed in the number.

I: hello.

instantly, you got a reply back.

M: hey.