-Chapter One-
Cheryl's POV
I wait, every night - I wait for him to come home, with a new excuse. It's two o'clock in the morning now, and he's still not home. I've called, and called - I've left many messages and voicemails. He doesn't even have the audacity to reply with a simple 'I'm okay and I'll be home soon' He doesn't think I know what he's doing.
He doesn't know I've seen pictures and messages of him fooling around with other women - he doesn't know. I can't find myself to leave him, I know he loves me - and I love him. We made a vow, for better or for worse - he's let me down. I stick around because I want to stand by my vows; it's just a bump in the road.
I hear him wrestling with his keys, I stand to my feet straight away - going over and opening up the door for my husband. His drunken body collapses into me, he can't even stand on his feet
"Babe, why haven't you been answering any of my calls?" I was worried sick whilst he was out again - drinking himself sick
"With t-the lads" He slurred, walking past me and stumbling himself up the stairs. I sighed, running my fingers through my hair - I'm frustrated, and I can only think of one person to make me feel better.
It's two o'clock in the morning, she'll be up waiting for me - Justin is out of town, she'll have the door unlocked for me. I quietly pull my coat on and leave, I leave and drive myself to the one person that will mend my broken heart - the heart he breaks over-and-over again.
It's sad to think, I love him - but I hate him all at once. The usual ten-minute drive only took a few minutes - I was running to the door, flying straight through and into her awaiting arms. She knew, because she always knows
"Baby" I cried into her arms, she picked me up - my legs wrap around her waist, just like they always do at a time like this. We're all lips, and tongue - my sobs echoing in the corridor as we continued our heated kiss. She doesn't need to ask what the matter is, she doesn't need me to say anything - all she needs to do right now is make me feel loved.
So that's how we ended up in her bedroom - naked. Our hands working frantically, roaming each others skin - her tongue running along my body, she knows how to touch me - how to please me. I'm just as bad as him, I have no room to talk about his adultery. He's at home sleeping through his drunken state and I'm down the street letting my best-friend make love to me until the early hours
Her fingers are inside of me, working fast - but never rough. She was always so gentle and caring with me; our eyes locked - the intensity of it all was overwhelming
"Mmmm" I bit down on my lower lip, I was close - she was sending me into ecstasy; even he couldn't do that
"Kiss me" I moaned, she kisses me with so much passion and hunger - she wanted to kiss me, she was showing me how to be kissed; how I should be kissed
"B-Baby" I collapsed against the fresh bedsheets, letting my orgasm take over my body - leaving me in a sweaty mess. She takes me into her arms as I come back to reality. My sex-high making it hard for me to do anything but melt in her bare arms
"You okay?" She asked me breathlessly, she still worries about me - even when she's in the same state
"Just hold me" She does, she holds me all night - never letting me go. Kissing me every so often, just to remind me that she's still there - that she'll always be there
"Have you had any dinner?" She asks, her hands stroking my bare back - my front pressed against her side. Like two puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly
"Yeah" I lied, and I know she knows I'm lying - she can read me like an opened book.
"Why haven't you had anything? I'm worried about you" She presses her forehead against mine - the closer we are together; the better
"Let me make you something" She kisses my lips, lightly - barely there kisses. Our lips fussing together - she couldn't keep her hands off me, and I couldn't either. We both needed the contact from each other - like a drug. We were each other's drug, we needed each other - but I needed her the most
"How about some dinner in bed?" She gently asks, kissing the side of my head - her eyes boring into my soul, and taking my breathaway.
"I'm not hungry Kimba" She was having non of it, she climbed out of bed pulling over her silk robe and exiting the bedroom - leaving me sprawled out naked on the king sized bed
My mind began to wonder, does he touch her the way I touch her? Does he kiss her with the same passion and urgency as me? Does he lo- no, we don't use that word - because then it would all be too real. We never say that four lettered word, because we are both in committed relationships. I'm married, and she has Justin - Justin doesn't deserve her. I don't either.
She comes back in, my thoughts cascading away. She's holding a tray filled with food, she always babied me, always treating me like I was fragile - I am fragile, and she was the only one I would show this side of me to
"Come let me feed you" She set the tray down on the bed, but before sitting beside me - she lights up the candles in the bedroom. She always did love candles and scents - everything about her mesmerized me. She was enchanting.
"I made you your favorite salad, a sandwich, some frui-" I cut her off with a kiss, she didn't reject me - kissing me right back. I was silently thanking her for doing all of this - every time.
"What do you want to have first?" She murmurs against my lips, claiming them once more - her fingers racking through my hair in a light motion
"Surprise me" I smiled, she pulled away - grabbing the bowl of fruit first. We shuffle back in bed, I raise the sheets covering up my modesty as she fed me the sweet fruit. She always kisses me after every fruit placed in my mouth, anywhere her lips could touch. She loved placing kisses against my collarbone - it was always her favorite thing to do. I loved the affection she gave me, she made me feel wanted
"Kimba I'm full I swear" I pout, she was forcing me to eat the platter she had setup - she was having none of it
"Please baby, it's only a little" She forked the last of the salad and forced me to take it
"All done" She kisses me, satisfying my every need. She places the tray onto the floor and straight away takes me into her arms - filling my heart with her
"Do you want to talk about it?" She asks, my head lays against her chest - I can hear her heartbeat and it calms me. It always calms me, our heartbeats were one - she had more of an affect on me than she believed
"You know.. Ashley being Ashley" I didn't have to go into much detail, she knew what I meant - she would never throw harsh words into the calm air. This was our escape, she was my escape and tonight is our night. Tomorrow I would go back to him, because he's my husband and I know he loves me.
