No Body, No Crime

Chapter Two

Este - Tuesday, July 21st

I was at Olive Garden now, with Taylor. Showing her what I had found, it was hardly proof, but I knew he did it.

"Look," I showed her the paper I went to get from the bank this morning, "our anniversary was four months ago, that ain't my jewelry on our joint account." Taylor picked up the paper and looked at me. "Either he's planning to give to me as an apology for cheating or he's giving it to the other woman."

"That's the only possibility, I doubt he would apologize if he cheated on you though, based on what you've told me."

"I know," I looked up from the table, "I think I'm gonna call him out."

"Are you sure? I mean you could file for divorce move out and just mail him the papers."

"I want to do that, but I need to know Taylor, I need to know if I'm right."

"You might not like the answer Este."

"I really hope I'm wrong." and I did, but I knew I wasn't. After looking through his phone all I found was a bank payment confirmation that I hadn't been aware of, I knew something was up because every time Robert bought something with such an expensive price like $11,000 he would ask if he should and we'd have a conversation about such a purchase. But there was no conversation, he hadn't asked or said anything. Whoever she was, she was getting treated better than I ever had.

Infidelity is such a strange concept to me. I never understood what would motivate such a thing, I would rather him leave me, or tell me. I valued honesty above all else, disloyalty I could handle. It was Robert's dishonesty that disappointed me, but his actions that broke me. And I was unsure if I would ever recover.

Robert - Tuesday, July 21st

She tasted like cherries, it was addicting. Her mouth, her smell, her taste. It consumed me entirely with a desire I did not know I could possess. What made it even more fun, is that we were in my office. Yves came by to visit. It was nighttime and for once I hadn't lied to Este I did have work to do for the company, but I didn't expect this visit at all.

It started with a coffee, and soon she was straddling me in my chair, nibbling at my ear. Then the casual work fuck on the desk.

I hadn't felt this rush in so long, it was addictive. Truthfully, I'm not sure I ever felt it.

When I married Este it was because I loved her, I really did, at the time at least. The first year was great, but I started to get used to having her around. Soon, being married to her was like a routine, like having coffee every morning, or working out every other day. Este was boring.

And I hated boring.

I was falling out of love, like a child losing interest in the new toy they've been pining after for so long. But Este wasn't a toy, and I realised I was capable of hurting her far too late. By then I had fallen in love with another woman.

And I was sure Este would not like it, even more I was sure it would hurt her more than telling her before Yves had gotten involved.

Everything was a mess. And I had no idea of what to do. Perhaps I could come clean tomorrow, after the company party for the celebration of a new book.

I ran a reputable publishing company that I had inherited from my father when his time came. Interestingly, it was how I met Este. I had just started work and an author was meeting with her editor that day. Este was waiting outside, she was there meeting her friend Taylor, the author. And that was how it all started, four years ago.

I couldn't help but think what could have happened if I had gone in on any other day. I would have saved myself an unnecessary marriage. I would have never met Este. I would have never had to hurt her, or be unhappy in the last year. I could've saved the both of us a lot of time and money.

"You know, we've been doing this for eight months now," Yves was sitting on the other side of the desk legs crossed, shirt unbuttoned so much her bra was exposed. "And I still haven't been anywhere near your place."

"What are you suggesting?"

"I'm just saying, we've been going out for so long and things have been getting serious, but here we are fucking on desks," she said making her way around the desk while stroking it lazily with one finger, "and hiding around assistants and employees."

She was in front of me now. I could hear her breathing. The inhale and then the exhale. It was soothing. She placed her hand on the side of my face and traced my lips with her thumb, "I feel like I've known you for years and here we are still acting like the day we first met."

She looked in my eyes not making a single move or sound.

"I've never felt like this with anyone," she continued, "And I'm scared that this fall will end just like every other does," she took a deep breathe. "With me broken," those words cane out in a whisper.

It was then I realised this relationship wasn't mainly lustful, it was more romantic than any other. I loved her.

"I–," I began but stopped. "I won't let you break, I promise."

"Then prove it, because I'm too scared to believe you." If it weren't for the inch of distance between us, I wouldn't have heard her, but I did. And I knew what I wanted to do, what I had to do.

"Move in with me," I breathed the words before I could change my mind. She look down and her other hand found its way to my own, and she intertwined her fingers with mine.

"No, don't do it because you feel the need to." She looked back up at me, "do it because you want to."

I wrapped my other arm around her and held her in an embrace. In her ear I whispered, "I want to."

AUTHOR'S NOTE
I hope you enjoyed this chapter!! Buckle up because the roller coasters just started and you're all in for a wild ride. Love you, thank you for reading my book I hope you all are having a wonderful day/night wherever you are.