Unfaithful: Web Of Betrayal

He hits the shower in his room, washing away all the sea breeze from his hair. Flashes of memories from the night before ran through his mind. They were showering together with her back against the wall; he hovered over her, kissing her under the trickling water. Her breath in his ear sighs in pleasure when he lifts her up and pushes through her.

He scrubs his hair with shampoo. Adelle had become the only thing occupying his mind for the last few days; it wasn’t an exaggeration when he told her it scared him. It has always been his weakness; when he fell, he fell hard and he never fell this hard for someone he barely knew.

His male ego wanted to pursue it; he had to have her. He wanted more. What was he to her? A nice lay for a few days while enjoying her luxury cruise? He saw how people noticed them as soon as they got back on the ship, an odd couple, not because of their age. He knew her concern about his age, but what was more concerning was their social status, she was filthy rich, and people would mistake him for a gold digger at best, a gigolo if they assumed the worst.

But who cares? He wasn’t either of those things; if she gave him a chance, he would prove it. He could make her happy, happier than whatever miserable bastard she’s married to. The thought of it burns him. The only thing that consoled him, if she loved her husband, she wouldn’t be with another man. The way she trembled under him, she was risking everything to be with him. And that’s his chance.

He turned off the faucet, grabbed his towel, and rubbed his face. He looked in the mirror and asked himself in silence. What is he willing to do to get his girl?

*****

She poured a glass of her favorite pink champagne. Back in her huge extravagant suite once again. The $3000 a-night suite was vacant for two nights, worth every Declan Hunt’s penny.

She filled the tub with hot water, a luxury she hadn’t enjoyed for the past two days. She scrolled through her phone, picking out pictures she wanted to send to her husband, who still had yet to reply to her message. She was careful; as much as she wanted to, she didn’t take a single snapshot of those beautiful blue eyes that kept staring as if they were hypnotized by her.

Her robe dropped to the bathroom floor; she put one leg at a time into the tub that was now half full. Sipping on her champagne, she ran her hand on her inner thigh with a smile; he said it was his favorite spot on her body where he could make her writhe in delight. She laughed lightly. If anything, it was his magic tongue and the places he was willing to go with it.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

She let out a long, frustrating breath and tilted her head back on the tub; why do people meet the right person at the wrong time? It wasn’t just the sex but how he made her feel about herself. She liked herself when she was with him. It made her want to keep him, but how selfish would that be? She has no intention of breaking up her marriage; it’s been going on for 13 years; she was supposed to stay married for the rest of her life, wasn’t she? She had made that decision a long time ago and made it again even after Declan’s affair with that woman.

That woman had changed the course of their lives whether they wanted to admit it or not. He said it didn’t mean anything, their 2 years on and off relationship. Sure, it didn’t. Otherwise, he would’ve divorced her and run away with that bitch instead. But it meant everything to Olivia; she could never look at her husband the same way again. Even after she forgave him, after all the chaos had subsided, she could never find it in her to love him the same way again, ever.

Did he feel for that woman the way she felt for Roman? Can she begin to understand what Declan had gone through when he decided to betray her? But his action was unprovoked. He did it after 7 years of marriage after they tried so hard to have a baby and failed miserably. He did it when he knew she was at the lowest point in her life, and he didn’t care how it would affect her. And he did all that when he said he loved her; what would he do if he had fallen out of love? What then?

Three more days with Roman, that’s all she had left. Is it so wrong to try and be happy again? Even if it means she has to do it with another person? What was she to do when the person she was supposed to be happy with had no interest in being happy together?

She had been staring at her phone for some time, then decided to make the call. The line was connecting to Declan’s private office number.

“Declan Hunt’s private office. How may I help you?” a woman’s voice answered after it rang 8 times.

Her tongue was tied for a moment, “Hi … is Declan there?” her voice was flat.

“I’m sorry he can’t get to the phone right now; he’s in an emergency meeting. Is there something I can assist you with?” the woman replied.

Emergency meeting, my ass. He’s probably fucking her from behind, she thought.

“It’s Olivia … just let my husband know I called; I will be sleeping early tonight, so if anything, just text me.”

“Sure, Mrs. Hunt … I will let him know as soon as he’s unoccupied.”

She paused, imagining what her husband must be doing with this woman at the end of the line; she hung up without saying another word.

She put her phone back on the side table, her heart was pounding, she stared into nothing for a few seconds, “Fuck it.” Then she submerged into the tub up to her head and blew air bubbles from beneath the water.