Cheater (Complete)

Chapter Two: Making It Up To My Baby With a Deal Breaker

Sam's POV

Sometime during the night, I had snuck back into my bed and I couldn't have been happier about it. It had one downside though. I woke up to the sounds of Rosie grunting in effort and the mattress shaking. I groggily looked over to her side of the bed where she was trying to get on some very tight jeans. Her face was getting a little red as she struggled into the pants that clearly didn't fit her very well if at all.

“Baby I don't think those fit” I said softly. She turned to face me, first in surprise and then in sadness and insecurity.

“I know but today is a special day and I want to honer it by wearing my favorite jeans from high school. These used to be my lucky jeans” she explained, finally getting the button. My brows creased as she walked over to our mirror to do her hair.

“What's today?” I asked. She turned to me again, hands working her hair up in an intricate updo.

“Nothing you would know about. Even though I'm sure I've told you” she sighed, picking up some shoes. As she did, I got the chance to see her full body in those too tight jeans. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Her behind looked downright edible and I drooled at the sight of it, a certain part of my body automatically standing to attention and wanting to say hello. Damn. I knew my little rose was sexy but not nearly this much. They didn't look bad on her in the least, made only sexier by the fact that they were so tight.

“Where are you going dressed like that?” I frowned. I didn't like the thought of any guy seeing her like this. She shot me a look.

“Lunch with a friend” she said casually, walking out of the room. I was out of bed like a shot, chasing her down the stairs. She got her keys and went out of the door. I caught up to her at the car.

“What's your friend's name?” I asked breathlessly. I think I'd die if it were a man.

“Dean” she said. I could've sworn I heard that name before. While I tried to remember where I heard it before she started the car. I jumped and stuck my head through her window.

“Is he gay?” I asked. She simultaneously looked amused and really sad.

“No he isn't. In fact, he has a certain liking for married woman” she left after that, making my head run in circles before I decided I had to kill this Dean guy. For some reason, probably because he was likely trying to get into my wife's very tight pants, I hated him. I looked over to the dinning room. I expected to see a hot breakfast like I always have but instead there was soggy cereal. I gulped. Oh this was bad. She only left me with cereal when she was seriously pissed. I considered opening the present but I refrained. I wanted to save it.

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I swiveled around on my chair in my office, trying to think of a way to win my rose's forgiveness. As far as I knew, and this was coming right from my quality women knowledge in my head, all women like jewelry; diamonds especially. So I should get her a piece of diamond jewelry. Mind made up, I grabbed my jacket and started to the door. Right as I was about the level of my desk, Blondie came in with all her blonde bombshell glory. I internally groaned. She looked so hot with her high waisted skirt and half unbuttoned shirt.

YOU HAVE A WIFE! A WIFE THAT IS ALREADY PISSED AT YOU! I told myself sternly. It helped somewhat but I still felt the need to throw her on my desk and fuck her. I shook myself.

“Where are you going?” she frowned, trailing her hands down my stomach. I repressed a shiver and gently took her hands off me.

“I have to get something for my wife to forgive me” I said. She pouted.

“But I wanted to have a quickie” she breathed into my neck and this time I couldn't help my shiver. I really wanted to do her here in my office, what a turn on!, but I couldn't. I needed my little rose to forgive me, she was vital to my life. I would make this sacrifice for her. I detached Blondie from me and sighed.